<?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-8923800781726944360</id><updated>2012-01-04T11:23:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is over-rated</title><subtitle type='html'>That's why I appear so passable</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1397758331446021350</id><published>2010-05-27T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:05:55.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Summer</title><content type='html'>I don't like you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1397758331446021350?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1397758331446021350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1397758331446021350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1397758331446021350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1397758331446021350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-summer.html' title='Dear Summer'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5474756822422038701</id><published>2010-05-17T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:30:20.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am interrupting my blogging hiatus to give you a little bit of cuteness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/S_HDK4sl3DI/AAAAAAAACdU/wWV-xfkGXAE/s400/cuteness.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472369614017387570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those mugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5474756822422038701?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5474756822422038701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5474756822422038701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5474756822422038701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5474756822422038701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2010/05/interruption.html' title='Interruption'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/S_HDK4sl3DI/AAAAAAAACdU/wWV-xfkGXAE/s72-c/cuteness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7332871324082167150</id><published>2009-09-11T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:19:45.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts For Honduras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran the Hearts for Honduras race in Santa Fe on Labor Day and it was a lot of fun.  It was a really hilly run and really hard, needless to say I didn't beat my last time (didn't even get close) but I had a good time and am looking forward to trying it again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Sqqhaa-vrTI/AAAAAAAACAc/yc3gqXvxhe0/s320/photo-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290180138642738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the race...wow I am roughin' it.  I am down 21 lbs and counting though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SqqharSR6tI/AAAAAAAACAk/VeR_ATG79gE/s320/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290184515545810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese stretching before the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SqqhbV0oycI/AAAAAAAACAs/Db3IW_cW3gs/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SqqhbV0oycI/AAAAAAAACAs/Db3IW_cW3gs/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SqqhbV0oycI/AAAAAAAACAs/Db3IW_cW3gs/s320/photo-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380290195933940162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had a jump house set up for the kiddos to jump in while they waited for the racers to start coming in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next race:  The Great Pumpkin Chase 5k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7332871324082167150?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7332871324082167150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7332871324082167150' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7332871324082167150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7332871324082167150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/09/hearts-for-honduras.html' title='Hearts For Honduras'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Sqqhaa-vrTI/AAAAAAAACAc/yc3gqXvxhe0/s72-c/photo-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4021771703727670721</id><published>2009-08-27T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:37:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First 5k</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I ran my first 5k.  I am still 2 weeks away from finishing my Couch-to-5k training program, but I did pretty good.  I finished in 30 minutes which isn't fast by any means, but it's not slow either.  I am pretty proud of myself considering I couldn't even run 90 seconds 7 weeks ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Labor Day there is another 5k I want to participate in.  It is in Santa Fe.  I think I am going to haul the whole family to that one.  I want to see if I can beat my 30 minute time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4021771703727670721?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4021771703727670721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4021771703727670721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4021771703727670721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4021771703727670721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-5k.html' title='First 5k'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6671066366761922116</id><published>2009-08-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:34:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spc0A68nM_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/pZdaHXTziVM/s1600-h/IMG_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spc0A68nM_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/pZdaHXTziVM/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374821870718104562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spc0AGfg8iI/AAAAAAAAB_g/sEAWngKEe00/s1600-h/IMG_2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spc0AGfg8iI/AAAAAAAAB_g/sEAWngKEe00/s320/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374821856637415970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz_YjLfiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/D4QCQTM25KA/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz_YjLfiI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/D4QCQTM25KA/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374821844304756258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz-w0fVxI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/cADkFiPz014/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz-w0fVxI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/cADkFiPz014/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374821833639941906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz-MRhT1I/AAAAAAAAB_I/VxDCofDgjPY/s1600-h/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spcz-MRhT1I/AAAAAAAAB_I/VxDCofDgjPY/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374821823829593938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev and Ash have both had birthdays!  Asher turned 1 on July 28th and Dev turned 6 on August 5th.  I can't believe my babies are getting so big!  Reese will turn 3 on Sept. 12th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6671066366761922116?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6671066366761922116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6671066366761922116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6671066366761922116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6671066366761922116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Spc0A68nM_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/pZdaHXTziVM/s72-c/IMG_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5222090297626720092</id><published>2009-07-29T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:08:07.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby?</title><content type='html'>4 weeks ago I started the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch-to-5k Running Plan&lt;/a&gt;.  For someone who thought she hated running, I am really enjoying it.  About a week in I started having shin pain on my right leg and knee pain on my left.  It would get to the point that when I got home from running I would be limping.  Last week I realized the pain came immediately after I put my shoes on.  Yesterday I went to &lt;a href="http://abqrunningshop.com/"&gt;ABQ Running Shop&lt;/a&gt; and was fitted for some running shoes by a very helpful sales person.  I went running last night and guess what?!  No pain!  It was a great workout that left me feeling really good.  I find myself getting excited to go running again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I won't quite be done with the program yet, I am thinking of entering &lt;a href="http://www.juliettefoundation.org/site/events.htm"&gt;this race&lt;/a&gt;.  Then at the beginning of September when I am done with the program, I am going to enter &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/page/Event_Details.htm?event_id=1769268&amp;amp;assetId=ecf3b135-5363-4c46-908e-4bf08c8a1821"&gt;this race&lt;/a&gt;.  I am interested to see how different my finish times will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as a side note:  While I was at ABQ Running Shop I mentioned to the sales person that it is disappointing that most of the races are held on Sundays, because we don't participate in activities on Sundays.  He was quiet for a moment then told me about a running group I can join that holds "mostly handicap races" on Saturdays.  I walked out of there laughing, thinking he was telling me I should join the special olympics or something.  I am new to running, but come on!  That was just mean!  Then I actually looked up the site he gave me and saw that no, he was not trying to insult me, it is indeed an actual race, just a little different.  &lt;a href="http://www.aroadrun.org/Handicap_Cal/Handicap_Cal.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to read about it.  I learned an important lesson from this--For some reason I think it is funny when people insult me (or when I ignorantly think they are trying to).  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5222090297626720092?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5222090297626720092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5222090297626720092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5222090297626720092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5222090297626720092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby?'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8617901835966251294</id><published>2009-07-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:43:47.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariela the Photog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister in law, Mariela, took some great pics of Dev and Reese this week.  I borrowed a few from her blog.  She did a great job.  Thanks, Mariela!  xoxo&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloD3_IrlI/AAAAAAAAB9I/iOCMfVgfAJM/s400/Dev+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357427647511572050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloEHW3CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/AdvwIgJFdZw/s400/Dev+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357427651637610530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloEYgq-kI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/0g_cDUUOm2M/s400/Reesie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357427656242166338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloEHW3CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/AdvwIgJFdZw/s1600-h/Dev+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloEHW3CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/AdvwIgJFdZw/s1600-h/Dev+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloEHW3CCI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/AdvwIgJFdZw/s1600-h/Dev+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is one I snapped with my phone of Asher:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SllpedgcdiI/AAAAAAAAB9g/5kWfdnkrA2M/s400/Asher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357429203771618850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8923800781726944360-8617901835966251294?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8617901835966251294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8617901835966251294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8617901835966251294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8617901835966251294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/07/mariela-photog.html' title='Mariela the Photog'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SlloD3_IrlI/AAAAAAAAB9I/iOCMfVgfAJM/s72-c/Dev+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-713209144484327915</id><published>2009-06-30T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:50:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, I'm on a roll with the posting. Go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandpa has been staying with my mom.  I absolutely LOVE having him here so close.  He lives in Utah and hasn't been able to come visit us in NM in a really long time.  He is the neatest man; so fun and smart. While he has been here I have put him to work (sorry, Grandpa!).  He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; has fixed my phone jacks, given me a tutorial on how to efficiently and correctly use Round Up without killing the plants I actually like (as well as explaining to me how to secretly kill the Russian Sage plants I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; like- but don't tell Brad that!), and he helped me to plant a tomato plant in my new &lt;a href="https://www.topsyturvy.com/"&gt;Topsy Turvy&lt;/a&gt;.  I think I better get him to teach me about caring for tomato plants though because it's on it's way to the plant Spirit World after only 2.5 weeks.  I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hoping to revive it with some TLC and fertilizer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Skoy2575wEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HV5c0ErvY4o/s320/Topsy+Turvy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147025929650242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids love Grandpa too.  Reesie, who is normally very shy around men she doesn't know took to him immediately and will tease him.  She calls him "Bumpa".  I love the way she says it.  It's so cute.  Devin loves to tease and play with him too.  It's been so fun to see them get to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkozkF0LTgI/AAAAAAAAB7w/pV69tbup5Kg/s320/Shades.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147802212584962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this the cutest picture?  I am going to treasure it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-713209144484327915?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/713209144484327915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=713209144484327915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/713209144484327915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/713209144484327915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-im-on-roll-with-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Skoy2575wEI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HV5c0ErvY4o/s72-c/Topsy+Turvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8175486613241025819</id><published>2009-06-29T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:58:27.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear (or not so dear) Joseph Graham,</title><content type='html'>Will you please stop giving out my phone number to all your debt collectors?  I am sorry that every 6 months you seem to have yet another quarter (?), mid (?), life crisis and all the collectors come chasing after you but &lt;i&gt;REALLY- &lt;/i&gt;you have been handing out my number as your own for 3 years now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, please tell your wife that her nail lady no longer cares for her business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and Eduardo has been looking for you.  Please call him back so the man will stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; me.  He seems to think I have you "stashed" and doesn't believe me when I tell him he has the wrong number.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't forget to call American Express.  They have "matters" they would like to discuss with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The REAL resident of (505) 771-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8175486613241025819?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8175486613241025819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8175486613241025819' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8175486613241025819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8175486613241025819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-or-not-so-dear-joseph-graham.html' title='Dear (or not so dear) Joseph Graham,'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8501247587596484835</id><published>2009-06-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:00:14.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mini update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just tried to take a pic of Dev to add to this post, but I can't locate the camera.  Dev will have to have his own little post to show off his handsomeness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkAJ676DxKI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6pAmYDBs0kw/s1600-h/How+To+Eat+An+Apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkAJ676DxKI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6pAmYDBs0kw/s320/How+To+Eat+An+Apple.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350287265434420386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; enjoys apples.  I was hesitant to give her a whole apple at first because I thought there was no way she would actually finish it.  Guess what?  She did!  She loves apples and I like giving them to her because they keep her occupied for a good hour and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkAJ6kJ1CZI/AAAAAAAAB1E/prQ3GJdQJ74/s1600-h/Asher+Rolling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkAJ6kJ1CZI/AAAAAAAAB1E/prQ3GJdQJ74/s320/Asher+Rolling.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350287259058112914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not the greatest picture of my Asher but it does show what an angel face he has.  He is the sweetest baby.  He hates noise and loudness which is unfortunate, since he was born into the noisiest family ever, but I think he might be getting used to us.  He is going to be 11 months old and his method of transportation is still rolling.  I LOVE that he is taking his time on everything.  I want him to stay a baby as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dev is such a SMART little boy.  His vocabulary amazes me daily.  He is reading like none other and even reads the scriptures for us at night.  The other day I was trying to censor a word I was using out of frustration by spelling it and Devin totally sounded it out and said it!  UGH!!!  I need to just install a V-Chip in myself.  Devin is going to be going to Montessori school next year.  The school district is opening one within the Elementary School he attended last year, so we filled out an application and Dev got accepted!  We are excited to try it out and see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Summer has been busy.  We are trying to take field trips and do new things so we don't get bored.  All I can say is that a new level of "being a mom is hard" has been introduced to me this summer.  It is hard to plan around everyone's schedules and keep the whole crew happy.  I am getting better at it though.  So, there's the short update.  Sorry I suck as a blogger.  I am debating just deleting this blog--it's just another source of my feelings of inadequacy.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8501247587596484835?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8501247587596484835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8501247587596484835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8501247587596484835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8501247587596484835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/06/mini-update.html' title='mini update'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SkAJ676DxKI/AAAAAAAAB1M/6pAmYDBs0kw/s72-c/How+To+Eat+An+Apple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1991459963104274262</id><published>2009-05-21T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:30:09.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/ShXGJiC2zHI/AAAAAAAABxw/txZiOPI6hyE/s1600-h/sayit-ad-468x60vinyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 51px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/ShXGJiC2zHI/AAAAAAAABxw/txZiOPI6hyE/s400/sayit-ad-468x60vinyl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338390800377498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not sweet Asher.  My other baby; SayItOnTheWall.com.  It has been such a blessing to my family and I, and so much fun to build and grow. I am constantly amazed at what it has become and how successful it is.  That being said, it has done it's job and now I feel like I need to focus all my energy on my #1 job--being a good mom and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who is looking for an opportunity to make {good} money from home (with not too many hours required) and/or needs a creative outlet--send them my way.  You know the saying "Scrapbooking is cheaper than therapy"?  Well in this case it's "SayItOnTheWall is cheaper than therapy".  It has been wonderful for me.  It is perfect for any stay at home mom.  I would love to give more details to whomever might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact info is mckay (at) sayitonthewall (dot) com   -- no spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1991459963104274262?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1991459963104274262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1991459963104274262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1991459963104274262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1991459963104274262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/05/selling-my-baby.html' title='Selling My Baby'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/ShXGJiC2zHI/AAAAAAAABxw/txZiOPI6hyE/s72-c/sayit-ad-468x60vinyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1505646226812222583</id><published>2009-02-13T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:39:57.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sayitonthewall.com/products/view/142/Tile_Clock_vinyl"&gt;SayItOnTheWall's tile clock&lt;/a&gt; was nominated for 'Best Home Decor Idea' on &lt;a href="http://tipjunkie.blogspot.com/2009/02/tip-junkie-awards-best-home-decor-tip.html"&gt;Tip Junkie&lt;/a&gt;!  Click the link and vote for me!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SZY8Qa11ogI/AAAAAAAABtw/yl2PREKkKTc/s320/Tile+Clock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302491864056046082" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1505646226812222583?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1505646226812222583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1505646226812222583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1505646226812222583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1505646226812222583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/02/vote-for-me.html' title='Vote for Me!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SZY8Qa11ogI/AAAAAAAABtw/yl2PREKkKTc/s72-c/Tile+Clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2682166096900433099</id><published>2009-02-06T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:28:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ridiculousness that is Me Part TWO</title><content type='html'>Seriously?  The other day Reese, Ash, and I dropped Dev off at school and I decided we had better run to the store for a few things.  I had some sweats on and wanted to change into jeans first, so we came home and I ran inside and yanked on the first pair I could grab.  We get to the store and as Reese and I are wandering around I can't help but realize that something just isn't right with my jeans.  It felt like I had something in my pant leg.  So I reach down and try to pull my pant leg up as inconspicuously as possible (which isn't very possible in the milk/egg isle, keep that in mind...there is no cover to hide!).  I pull the pant leg up and reach into it only to pull out...................................&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A PAIR OF SOCKS!!!!  What the heck?  And now what do I do with this pair of socks in my hand?!  I almost shoved them back in, but decided to put them in my purse instead.  Oh brother.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2682166096900433099?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2682166096900433099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2682166096900433099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2682166096900433099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2682166096900433099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/02/ridiculousness-that-is-me-part-two.html' title='The Ridiculousness that is Me Part TWO'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1404146114645628050</id><published>2009-01-28T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:54:17.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ridiculousness that is Me</title><content type='html'>Thought I would share this funny {ridiculous} story with you in hopes that it gives you a laugh and brightens your day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year our ward went back to 9:00 am church.  For the most part, I love having church at this time.  It does kinda stink that we have to wake up really early in order to get our little circus ready and to church on time, but we love having the entire afternoon to spend together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So two Sundays ago we were really scrambling to get ready and out the door.  It was the usual; looking for lost scriptures (Devin), trying to get the beloved Wall-E pj's off (Reese), trying to get Primary stuff together (Mckay &amp;amp; Brad), you know, the usual.  Well finally everyone was dressed and ready so we grabbed all our things put the kids in the car and made our way to church.  Sacrament meeting was going well.  The kids were not being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; rowdy and we were able to enjoy the meeting.  I was getting a little uncomfortable so I crossed my legs.  I casually noticed my shoe and thought, "hey, that's not the pair of shoes I put on today..." I looked at my other foot and thought, "hey, that IS the pair of shoes I put on today..." I looked at both my feet at the same time and guess what?  I had on MISMATCHED shoes!  UGH!  And don't worry, I had to conduct in primary that day with teachers sitting right in front of me to notice!  I was horrified for about 15 minutes after realizing I had on two different shoes, then I thought it was pretty funny.  Only I would do something like that.  When I put on my shoes I just grabbed the two that were together, put them on, and since it was a right and a left just figured it was the same pair...didn't even bother looking at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church a nice man came up to me and was telling me how impressed he was that my family was always early to church.  He commented that it must be hard having 3 little ones.  I told him I would let him in on my secret and pointed down to my feet.  He saw my mismatched shoes and we all had a good laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1404146114645628050?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1404146114645628050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1404146114645628050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1404146114645628050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1404146114645628050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/ridiculousness-that-is-me.html' title='The Ridiculousness that is Me'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5610624604585429810</id><published>2009-01-24T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:50:24.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Posts</title><content type='html'>I am boring lately.  I guess I am too wrapped up and busy in my life to blog about it.  I need to slow down.  First, the obligatory pics of my cute kids:&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SXvpmcS44bI/AAAAAAAABrA/8cuzbEzDQMI/s320/IMG_2183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082633543868850" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SXvpmZyySVI/AAAAAAAABrI/tp5DzYLzMO4/s320/IMG_2165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082632872347986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asher is getting so big.  He will be 6 months old in a few days.  Where has time gone?  Right now he is loving hearing himself talk.  He will talk and squeal and make the most un-manly noises.  He has found his feet and he loves to try and get them in his mouth.  He is also a thumb sucker.  Reesie and Dev were never thumb suckers so I think this is an adorable habit.  I probably won't be thinking that in a few months though.  He rolled over a few weeks ago, twice in the same day, but apparently it's not all it's cracked up to be because he hasn't done it since.  I tried feeding him rice cereal but it makes him gag and look at me like he is pleading with me to stop, so I haven't tried it again in awhile.  He also loves the jumperoo.  He goes buck wild in that thing.  I will have to get a video of it on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reese is such a joy to us.  She is constantly making us laugh and coming up with amusing things to do.  She loves to climb into the jumperoo and bottom out.  She loves to ride her "hee-haw," she loves to play with her Wall-e game and pretend she is Wall-e.  She especially loves chasing Devin around and doing/playing what ever he is doing.  Lately she has been calling me a "bad girl" every time she doesn't get her way.  Reesie wakes up asking for "nummy nummy nummies" and goes to bed doing the same thing.  She will bring me a cup and a can of Diet Dr. Pepper and fully expect and believe that I will actually fill her cup up with it.  We finally moved her into a big girl bed and she has done so well with it.  She is such a fun girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devin is doing so well in school (minus the fight he got into last month!).  I am amazed at all he knows.  He is reading and spelling his sight words, doing basic addition and subtraction on his own, making patterns, writing stories, reciting his ABC's, you get the picture.  He is the sweetest big brother to both Reese and Asher.  He is always trying to help them and make them happy (that is when he is not making Reese scream).  He can make Asher give the biggest smile and a great big laugh.  He loves playing Lego Starwars and Lego Indiana Jones on the Wii and he is really good!  He has beaten Lego Starwars already and is working on Indiana Jones.  He loves to play outside and his favorite outside toys are sticks and rocks.  Lucky me, I don't have to buy anything.  Devin is such a daddy's boy and loves to just be with Brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad and I are good.  Not much to report on us.  We bit the bullet and bought a new vehicle because I was sick and tired of my van breaking down.  It's a 2008 Honda Pilot.  I love it, it's a cute car and not a mini-van!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's the boring update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS-Kristin in TX, if you are reading this, what happened to your blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5610624604585429810?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5610624604585429810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5610624604585429810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5610624604585429810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5610624604585429810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/lack-of-posts.html' title='Lack of Posts'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SXvpmcS44bI/AAAAAAAABrA/8cuzbEzDQMI/s72-c/IMG_2183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6614606327541897006</id><published>2009-01-24T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:22:07.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affiliates</title><content type='html'>My sweet husband finished my affiliates program today!  Here's how it works:  Go to my site and sign up to become an affiliate, add my button to your webpage or blog, and as people go to my site from yours and make purchases you earn money!  You will get 10% of every purchase made from your button.  Once your account reaches $20.00 I will make a deposit to your PayPal account.  Easy as that and free money!  Go to &lt;a href="www.sayitonthewall.com/affiliates"&gt;www.sayitonthewall.com/affiliates&lt;/a&gt; now to become an affiliate and start earning money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6614606327541897006?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6614606327541897006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6614606327541897006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6614606327541897006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6614606327541897006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2009/01/affiliates.html' title='Affiliates'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3258952487889159108</id><published>2008-12-19T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:36:52.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Woes</title><content type='html'>Devin got into a fight at school yesterday.  This fact in it's self is hard for me to believe.  To make things worse, he lied about the whole thing.  I don't know what to be more mad about: the lying or the fighting (he was sticking up for a friend being bullied) and I don't know how to punish him. Wait, I changed my mind.  I am most mad about the lying.  So what punishment do I give him that will make him realize how serious and wrong lying is?  Ugh.  Being a mom is hard.  I especially feel bad for Devin because I am learning on him.  He will forever be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guinea&lt;/span&gt; pig.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE THAT MY KIDS ARE GROWING UP!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SUwT4cM93rI/AAAAAAAABm4/f2ZB7UFSw5c/s320/Cute+Dev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281618323362930354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3258952487889159108?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3258952487889159108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3258952487889159108' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3258952487889159108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3258952487889159108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommy-woes.html' title='Mommy Woes'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SUwT4cM93rI/AAAAAAAABm4/f2ZB7UFSw5c/s72-c/Cute+Dev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5329248699062592005</id><published>2008-10-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:07:06.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Devin Talk</title><content type='html'>Me:  Devin, guess who called me today?&lt;br /&gt;D: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Emily's Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;D: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: She said that you are so cute and so good at school.&lt;br /&gt;D: Well...she's true.&lt;br /&gt;D: She's saying the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5329248699062592005?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5329248699062592005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5329248699062592005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5329248699062592005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5329248699062592005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-devin-talk.html' title='Funny Devin Talk'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7701450535830551311</id><published>2008-10-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:48:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had To Share The Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SQH8MnLqLJI/AAAAAAAABi0/dGk7OG_6CB4/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SQH8MnLqLJI/AAAAAAAABi0/dGk7OG_6CB4/s400/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763133351963794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SQH8MnGubLI/AAAAAAAABis/nstScz1EcFA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SQH8MnGubLI/AAAAAAAABis/nstScz1EcFA/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763133331270834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being two is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin-isms to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7701450535830551311?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7701450535830551311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7701450535830551311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7701450535830551311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7701450535830551311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-to-share-cuteness.html' title='Had To Share The Cuteness'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SQH8MnLqLJI/AAAAAAAABi0/dGk7OG_6CB4/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4654666669593804484</id><published>2008-10-22T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:29:41.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just A Super Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9eQsfY-0I/AAAAAAAABiU/pbKn2QuQBBg/s1600-h/Batty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9eQsfY-0I/AAAAAAAABiU/pbKn2QuQBBg/s400/Batty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260026530705767234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Batman.  Batty to Reese.  They have a special relationship.  Reesie loves Batty.  She takes him everywhere we go and she makes sure he is well taken care of.  When he gets hungry she pulls up her shirt and nurses him, coaxing him to "Bite, bite, eat!".  Most of the time Batty gets his dinner from her belly button.  What a good mom she is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9i2oxu7dI/AAAAAAAABik/eR6K8hwV3r4/s1600-h/Pretty+Reesie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9i2oxu7dI/AAAAAAAABik/eR6K8hwV3r4/s200/Pretty+Reesie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260031580590501330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9i2Rlif6I/AAAAAAAABic/VjU-Nad-KIo/s1600-h/Pretty+Reesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9i2Rlif6I/AAAAAAAABic/VjU-Nad-KIo/s200/Pretty+Reesie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260031574365339554" 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/8923800781726944360-4654666669593804484?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4654666669593804484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4654666669593804484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4654666669593804484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4654666669593804484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-just-super-hero.html' title='Not Just A Super Hero'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SP9eQsfY-0I/AAAAAAAABiU/pbKn2QuQBBg/s72-c/Batty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5284387542483932930</id><published>2008-10-13T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:55:02.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had you given up on me?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, FINALLY a new post.  And this one is going to be a whopper--there is so much to tell about.  My list of things to blog about has just been getting longer and longer.  I finally decided I needed to just sit down and do it because I am forgetting the things that were at the beginning of the list.  Slacker, I know.  3 kids really has been a little hectic.  All seems {mostly} fine until I venture out into public with all 3 of them...then the freak show circus hits the town!  Most times I am so embarrassed by what we must look like, me trying to wrangle 2 strong-willed kids and at the same time tend to a new born.  I get lots of sympathetic glances and lots of annoyed stares.  I wouldn't trade it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K, onto catching up!  One week after we had Asher, Dev had his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  I can't believe my baby is 5!  We had such a fun party-we rented a Batman jump house for Dev and his friends and let them have at it.  It was a blast!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQWmuw59XI/AAAAAAAABgA/DrU3JZl55Sc/s1600-h/Dev%27s+Bounce+house"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQWmuw59XI/AAAAAAAABgA/DrU3JZl55Sc/s320/Dev%27s+Bounce+house" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256851519692207474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The jump house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXF8-VUQI/AAAAAAAABgI/eaXS3yDlRCs/s1600-h/Library+-+1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXF8-VUQI/AAAAAAAABgI/eaXS3yDlRCs/s320/Library+-+1938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852056082567426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Showing off his moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXGAH-X-I/AAAAAAAABgQ/25FR2T8JTaM/s1600-h/Library+-+1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXGAH-X-I/AAAAAAAABgQ/25FR2T8JTaM/s320/Library+-+1955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852056928313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remind me to tell you about his sweet shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXGPdCeaI/AAAAAAAABgY/DRptOvfpN4A/s1600-h/Opening+Presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQXGPdCeaI/AAAAAAAABgY/DRptOvfpN4A/s320/Opening+Presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852061043194274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are still talking about how fun that party was!  Then, a few weeks after the party Devin had his first day of school!  Real school--he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergartner&lt;/span&gt;!  I can't believe it-where has time gone?  He loves school and is learning a ton.  He comes home and shares his wealth of knowledge with me--sometimes I have NO idea what my little know-it-all is talking about.  I love to hear all about the friends he is making and the things he does at school.  I love to watch his independence grow.  He really is his own little person.  Him going to school has definitely been WAY harder on me than it has been on him.  It's hard to send my baby off by himself everyday.  I wonder what he is doing and how he is behaving and if he is being nice and if kids are nice to him and if he is eating his sandwich or just the dessert and if he is washing his hands after he uses the restroom and if he is lonely or homesick, etc.  I just worry about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQZdxnTwdI/AAAAAAAABgg/HY2dQWlbVU8/s1600-h/First+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQZdxnTwdI/AAAAAAAABgg/HY2dQWlbVU8/s320/First+day+of+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256854664373322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reesie's&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  We had so much fun with the jump house on Dev's birthday that we rented another one!  My nephew Cole's birthday is 2 days before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Reesie's&lt;/span&gt; so my sister and I decided to throw a double party and rented a cute puppy jump house for the babies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYAPL4RI/AAAAAAAABgo/rLo-VzgAI1M/s1600-h/Reesie%27s+Jump+House"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYAPL4RI/AAAAAAAABgo/rLo-VzgAI1M/s320/Reesie%27s+Jump+House" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855664731087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cute puppy house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYfvpGzI/AAAAAAAABhA/PAScU4C0EMc/s1600-h/Birthday+Cousins"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYfvpGzI/AAAAAAAABhA/PAScU4C0EMc/s320/Birthday+Cousins" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855673188719410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reese and Cole Bouncing Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYEdrMfI/AAAAAAAABgw/iE3DUomYb6w/s1600-h/Fun%21"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYEdrMfI/AAAAAAAABgw/iE3DUomYb6w/s320/Fun%21" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855665865601522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYAyLgPI/AAAAAAAABg4/mHGrmURG_uY/s1600-h/Birthday+Princess"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYAyLgPI/AAAAAAAABg4/mHGrmURG_uY/s320/Birthday+Princess" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855664877863154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Princess opening presents-Dev trying to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYTgFtAI/AAAAAAAABhI/to_JxQY2Lwo/s1600-h/Princess+Loves+Her+Cake"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQaYTgFtAI/AAAAAAAABhI/to_JxQY2Lwo/s320/Princess+Loves+Her+Cake" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256855669902259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dora Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reesie's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was all things Dora.  Dora the Explorer is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; girl thing Reese likes.  This birthday was the Dora Extravaganza!  It was too cute.  Reese is such a doll.  I love this stage-terrible two's and all, even though I do call my mom plenty to let off steam over the fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; the birthdays we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Telluride&lt;/span&gt;.  I think it was in between the birthdays--I don't remember many details these days!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Telluride&lt;/span&gt; was beautiful and so much fun!  It was so nice to be able to spend time with my parents and siblings in such a beautiful relaxing place.  We had a great time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQdE4_8u-I/AAAAAAAABhQ/vkl7TqDRJZI/s1600-h/Telluride+Gondola"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQdE4_8u-I/AAAAAAAABhQ/vkl7TqDRJZI/s320/Telluride+Gondola" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256858634905500642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding in the Gondola with the cute kids.  Yes, that is a leash in the form of a monkey on Reese.  Don't judge. =0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQdbZsqKzI/AAAAAAAABhY/WXq8BrYpEa8/s1600-h/View+Of+Telluride"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQdbZsqKzI/AAAAAAAABhY/WXq8BrYpEa8/s320/View+Of+Telluride" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256859021640084274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beautiful view from the gondola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our traveling fun and back into real life: Brad had surgery on his right arm.  He had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ulner&lt;/span&gt; nerve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;transplacement&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, it is as sick as it sounds.  They took his nerve and moved it.  They put it in some muscle and attached it there.  Gag!  As gross as it is, I really hope it works.  He has been in a lot of pain because of that annoying nerve.  If it works and relieves his pain/numbness then we are going to go ahead and sign him up for that misery again for his left arm.  Cross your fingers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQgzVWR1iI/AAAAAAAABhg/6fNCnE4zv6M/s1600-h/Brad%27s+Arm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQgzVWR1iI/AAAAAAAABhg/6fNCnE4zv6M/s320/Brad%27s+Arm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256862731324216866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For your viewing pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That about sums up the goings on around here...but I do want to talk about my sweet baby Asher for a minute.  He is the sweetest, cutest baby.  We sure do love him.  He is already 2.5 months old and he is just getting to be more and more fun.  He is starting to smile and coo at us.  He is a cuddly baby and loves to watch what's going on.  He seems to be a little fearful of his sister, but who can blame him?  She is obsessed with his eyes and loves to poke them.  We have to watch her every second around him.  He is so calm, I keep telling everyone that he just might be my calm child.  My obedient child, my quiet child.  Then my brother Seth reminds me that I thought that about Reese too, now look at her; some say she is more hyper, crazy, wild than Devin!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQjBWuHbWI/AAAAAAAABho/Y6LKUsf3sxI/s1600-h/Asher+smiling"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQjBWuHbWI/AAAAAAAABho/Y6LKUsf3sxI/s320/Asher+smiling" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865171234057570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet, sweet boy.  Look at that face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQjBrshzUI/AAAAAAAABh4/QP7DjFY9ZTg/s1600-h/Reese+loves+Ash"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQjBrshzUI/AAAAAAAABh4/QP7DjFY9ZTg/s320/Reese+loves+Ash" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865176864542018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She sure loves her brother, but man she makes me nervous that close to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for some unillustrated news:  Brad was offered a job by NM Game and Fish and has accepted it.  We are pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Cute Asher was blessed a couple weeks ago and Brad didn't change his name in the blessing, so Asher it is for good.  He did so good and didn't even cry during the blessing.  Oh yeah, and neither did Asher.  Just kidding, Brad.  It is late and my post is starting to show it.  Maybe there will be more posts sooner than 2 months...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8923800781726944360-5284387542483932930?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5284387542483932930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5284387542483932930' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5284387542483932930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5284387542483932930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-you-given-up-on-me.html' title='Had you given up on me?'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SPQWmuw59XI/AAAAAAAABgA/DrU3JZl55Sc/s72-c/Dev%27s+Bounce+house' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2259249625320523209</id><published>2008-08-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:35.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SJcQ2ZV21GI/AAAAAAAABK0/RYNEXzRuslA/s1600-h/Asher+Branson+Harris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SJcQ2ZV21GI/AAAAAAAABK0/RYNEXzRuslA/s400/Asher+Branson+Harris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230668018915660898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SJcQ2RXulUI/AAAAAAAABK8/s8BjeWzBDI8/s1600-h/Asher+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SJcQ2RXulUI/AAAAAAAABK8/s8BjeWzBDI8/s400/Asher+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230668016776025410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher Branson Harris was born July 28th at 11:45 am.  He weighed 8 lbs 5 oz. and is 21 inches long.  He is such a sweet baby!  He did spend about 24 hours in the NICU for a high hematocrit, but that corrected its self quickly and Asher was discharged with me.  Thanks for all your prayers.  We sure are glad to have him home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2259249625320523209?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2259249625320523209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2259249625320523209' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2259249625320523209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2259249625320523209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SJcQ2ZV21GI/AAAAAAAABK0/RYNEXzRuslA/s72-c/Asher+Branson+Harris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2186388922896328864</id><published>2008-07-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:35.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Couponing Yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SIEo8yfuj8I/AAAAAAAABKU/IG8sKvkXgJM/s1600-h/Great+HAUL%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SIEo8yfuj8I/AAAAAAAABKU/IG8sKvkXgJM/s400/Great+HAUL%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224502067538595778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17 Powerades&lt;br /&gt;18 Post-It's&lt;br /&gt;2-24 count Always&lt;br /&gt;1 Germ-X&lt;br /&gt;1-12 Pack Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost before coupons: $54.xx&lt;br /&gt;My OOP (out of pocket) $0.00 plus $1.22 in tax!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2186388922896328864?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2186388922896328864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2186388922896328864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2186388922896328864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2186388922896328864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-greatest-couponing-yet.html' title='My Greatest Couponing Yet!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SIEo8yfuj8I/AAAAAAAABKU/IG8sKvkXgJM/s72-c/Great+HAUL%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8286807233672250839</id><published>2008-07-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:52:11.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got It!</title><content type='html'>I got my iPhone on Saturday morning and have been dinking with it ever since!  It is so cute!  It is also an amazing little gadget.  I was connected to the internet the whole way home, checking email and looking at SayItOnTheWall's orders that I need to fill.  It was worth the 1.5 hour wait on Sat.  I got an adorable little pink, flowered protective skin to put on it--I love it!  Yes, I am a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a few weeks ago Brad and I bought a ClearPlay DVD player.  We are loving this DVD player.  It edits out everything you don't want to see/hear in movies.  We have been able to watch movies that we couldn't have watched otherwise without all the crap in it.  We have also loved just being able to take naughty words and language out of movies that are only rated PG or PG-13.  Now I don't need to worry my kids will hear and repeat something I don't want them to hear or say.  It was a great purchase, for all those interested.  &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.clearplay.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to their site so you can learn more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  I am still pregnant and quickly growing just a tad impatient about it.  At 36 weeks this little guy was already 7 lbs and he is quickly gaining more and more as my blood sugars are a little hard to control right now.  My doctor once told me that if the average baby gains 1 lb/week the last month of pregnancy, a baby of a diabetic mom gains &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least double that.&lt;/span&gt;  So great.  Little dude is going to be ENORMOUS!  That is my fear, anyway.  I think I am going to give him an eviction notice.  The plan right now is to induce at 38 weeks, which is next Friday.  However, I am hoping that he will just decide enough is enough (as I have) and come earlier than that on his own.  So far though, he is just hanging out and quite content.  I'll bet I would go over due with him we we left it up to him to decide when he comes.  Please remember to keep him in your prayers.  I really don't want to have him sick with low blood sugars when he is born.  I really, really don't want him to have to stay in the NICU.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8286807233672250839?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8286807233672250839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8286807233672250839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8286807233672250839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8286807233672250839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-it.html' title='I Got It!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4745523432492164555</id><published>2008-07-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:35.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THAT nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHfrBF08KuI/AAAAAAAABKM/RI99KnyzHeQ/s1600-h/IPhone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHfrBF08KuI/AAAAAAAABKM/RI99KnyzHeQ/s320/IPhone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221900696936000226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today the long anticipated {by me} 3G iPhone came out.  I have wanted one for months so I asked my mom and dad if they would drive into ABQ with me to get one.  We pulled up to the Apple store and there is a HUGE line around the corner of the building.  UGH.  All I kept thinking was: "What nerds!  They are all standing in this huge line for the phone on it's first day of release!"  Then I realized, I am THAT nerd too!  I am here to wait in line too!  We waited with the kiddos in tow for about an hour.  The line barely moved at all.  Then the Apple guy came out and told us it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two more hours.  I had to give it up right then and there.  Me being 9 months pregnant and standing in line for that much longer--I don't think so.  We left empty handed and I have regretted it ever since!  I think I am hauling Brad and the kids back there bright and early tomorrow morning.  I hope I get one and that they aren't all sold out!  Darn me and my obsessions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4745523432492164555?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4745523432492164555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4745523432492164555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4745523432492164555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4745523432492164555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-that-nerd.html' title='I am THAT nerd'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHfrBF08KuI/AAAAAAAABKM/RI99KnyzHeQ/s72-c/IPhone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7512555838558018932</id><published>2008-07-10T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:35.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couponing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHaY89VZIsI/AAAAAAAABJs/LmezqNIiQ5E/s1600-h/Coupon+Deals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHaY89VZIsI/AAAAAAAABJs/LmezqNIiQ5E/s320/Coupon+Deals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221528991006532290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; haul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- 40 count packages Pampers diapers&lt;br /&gt;2- 180 count packages Pampers Swipers&lt;br /&gt;1- 45 count box trash bags&lt;br /&gt;1 42 count box Always Maxi Pads&lt;br /&gt;1 24 count package Always Maxi Pads&lt;br /&gt;1 box fruit snacks&lt;br /&gt;1 box crackers&lt;br /&gt;1- 2 pack of paper towels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty proud of myself.  I know it isn't as stellar a deal as most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couponers&lt;/span&gt; can do, but I am just beginning and I feel like today I did especially well.  The total for all of this was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$54.41&lt;/span&gt; before all my coupons.  After my coupons I only paid &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$17.77&lt;/span&gt; out of pocket!  Anyone want to be smart and do the math and tell me what percentage I saved?  I am too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7512555838558018932?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7512555838558018932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7512555838558018932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7512555838558018932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7512555838558018932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/07/couponing.html' title='Couponing'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SHaY89VZIsI/AAAAAAAABJs/LmezqNIiQ5E/s72-c/Coupon+Deals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2393340511326399599</id><published>2008-06-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:35.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SGF7AavTr5I/AAAAAAAABIc/ADeep50WiFw/s1600-h/71_231b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SGF7AavTr5I/AAAAAAAABIc/ADeep50WiFw/s320/71_231b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215585090579705746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to win this soooo bad!!!!  Check out &lt;a href="http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-weeks-of-summer.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; cool site giving it away:&lt;br /&gt;http://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-weeks-of-summer.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never win anything, but I had to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2393340511326399599?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2393340511326399599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2393340511326399599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2393340511326399599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2393340511326399599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-giveaway.html' title='Fun giveaway!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SGF7AavTr5I/AAAAAAAABIc/ADeep50WiFw/s72-c/71_231b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3301799023236560414</id><published>2008-05-21T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:39:14.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would update how our little guy is doing.  I am now almost 29 weeks pregnant.  Right at the peak of when things start to go down hill fast for babies of diabetic moms.  When I was this far along with Reese threats of hospitalization had already been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; for sometime; her amniotic fluid was out of control (I had way too much), she was getting really big, my blood sugars were next to impossible to keep in a good range, I was having contractions, it was a mess.  With this little guy, I really feel like the team of doctors I am working with are miracle workers.  Baby is still at an average weight and on the same growth curve he started at, the amniotic fluid is fine, my blood sugars are not horrible and I feel much more calm about the whole situation.  Right now our biggest concern is how early he might be (but things are looking good) and whether or not he will have to endure a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; stay after he is born.  As we get closer to meeting him, please keep he and I in your prayers.  We would love to avoid the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3301799023236560414?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3301799023236560414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3301799023236560414' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3301799023236560414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3301799023236560414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5563821712581535170</id><published>2008-05-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:30:09.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Devin-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is so excited for his baby brother to come.  He loves to touch my belly and feel him kick, he is saving clothes that don't fit him anymore for his brother {his idea!}, he is planning what he wants to teach him, etc.  He is just excited--so imagine how I felt the other night when I over heard him ask his dad "Daddy, when the baby comes and gets a little bigger will I still be a part of this family?"  In talking to him we discovered that he is really quite concerned about having to "leave" and "grow up."  It broke my heart that he can love his brother so much- even if having him {in his eyes} means that he has to leave and no longer be a part of our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Sharing Time last Sunday Dev just could not sit still and be quiet.  He was constantly bugging his neighbor, talking out of turn, not paying attention, being rowdy, trying to wrestle.  When I finally got a chance to {I was conducting}, I took him outside and talked to him {read: threatened him} and told him that I would be sitting by him until he could show me he could be reverent without me by him.  We went back to his seat and sat down.  He was doing pretty well and the music leader asked him to come up and help her.  She said, "Devin, you are being so reverent with your mom next to you, come on up."  He went up and replied to her and the whole primary in the most matter-of-fact tone, "My mom had to sit next to me because I was being bad."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5563821712581535170?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5563821712581535170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5563821712581535170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5563821712581535170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5563821712581535170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-devin-isms.html' title='More Devin-isms'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8616476866312382699</id><published>2008-05-14T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:11:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>My blogging has been random and lame, to say the very least.  This post is to catch up on things I have often thought about blogging but have been to lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe Reese has an allergy/sensitivity to dairy products.  I started noticing that everyday after she had milk she would have diarrhea.  I took her off milk for 2 weeks and it got a little better.  I gave her milk a couple days ago and the poor girl has had severe diarrhea ever since.  I think I need to eliminate yogurt, cheese and all other obvious dairy also to see how she reacts (or doesn't) to that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reese is a monkey.  She is always climbing on top of everything.  She climbs on chairs to get onto the table, she climbs over the back of the couch, she climbs on my hope chest, she will climb on anything she can manage.  The other night I was on the phone and I heard her start to cry that horrible cry where you KNOW something is wrong with your baby and that they are in extreme pain.  She wouldn't calm down and wouldn't let anyone touch her.  After a long while I noticed it was her arm/hand that was the problem.  She wouldn't use them anymore and when she did it made her yell out in pain and start to cry.  That night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she moved in her sleep she would cry so the next day I took her in to the doctor.  Turns out the poor girl had a dislocated elbow.  It had been dislocated for over 12 hours and thus was VERY painful for her.  The doctor put it back into place, but it still took her 3 days to begin to use her arm again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devin informed us this week that Reese is no longer a baby, she is a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toggler&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Mother's Day our Primary kids got up on the stand and sang to their moms in sacrament meeting.  I will never forget this Mother's Day.  My sweet little Dev stood up there in the very front as close as he could get to the microphone and sang at the top of his lungs to me.  The whole congregation was laughing because he could be heard all the way in the back of the chapel.  He was a little off also, so he was singing the words just after the rest of the primary.  It was so sweet.  He loves his mama and I am sure lucky to have him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev is excited to go to Hawaii next month.  He isn't too sure about swimming in the ocean though because he thinks the fish will nibble at his toes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev has beaten Lego Star Wars on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; all by himself.  I swear, this kid is amazing--he is 4 and he knows and can do so much!  I don't think I could beat any game on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev had a friend over to play the other day.  She is a girl and is 3.  Needless to say, they both had different ideas about what they wanted to play.  She wanted to play house and be a mama and Dev wanted to play Star Wars and kill the bad guys.  They kept arguing about which one they were playing.  Finally I heard Dev say "Fine!  You're a mom and I'm Darth Mal and I just killed your baby!"  Poor little girl starts crying and screaming at him that he can't kill babies.  His reply?  "Yes, I can because I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;betending&lt;/span&gt;!  And I didn't kill the baby, Darth Mal did!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reese has a new favorite phrase: "No way!"  Dev asked her for some of her snack the other day and she said, "No way" in such a sweet little voice.  Dev cracked up laughing before his feelings got hurt.  Then I heard him tell her "But I am so nice to you, Reese!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The waddling has set in on my part.  This week marks the beginning of pregnancy hell in my book.  My back hurts, my legs hurt, I have sciatica, can't sleep, oh the list goes on.  And to top it off, today I caught Reese mimicking the way I walk!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new obsession in the iPhone.  As soon as the new one is release {hopefully next month} I am getting it.  I know it will make my life so much more complete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brad and I did our civic duties and stimulated the economy.  We decided to join this generation and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt;.  No one can say we don't do our part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that may be it for now.  I am sure I will think of more updates.  Oh yeah, and yes, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wishy&lt;/span&gt; washy--I have made my blog public again.  We will see how long it lasts before I change my mind...AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8616476866312382699?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8616476866312382699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8616476866312382699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8616476866312382699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8616476866312382699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4389234702936196197</id><published>2008-04-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:01:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My blogging has been really lame lately.  I know this.  I have been a bit of a boring {read lazy} person as of late.  Anyway, Allison tagged me, so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in High School thinking I was "all that" with a busy schedule of school, boys, sports, boys, shopping, boys, church and boys.  Am I ever glad that era is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Things on my To-Do List Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill and package some &lt;a href="www.sayitonthewall.com"&gt;SayItOnTheWall &lt;/a&gt;orders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up my messy house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Dexter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check my blood glucose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diet Dr. Pepper from the fountain at Giant (where I get it is VERY important!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chile/lime pistachios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watermelon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 layer bean dip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chips and Mariela's salsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What would I do if I were suddenly made a billionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pay tithing, pay off the mortgage on our house, pay off Brad's student loans, take a wonderful vacation, pay for kids college, donate to &lt;a href="http://www.jdrf.org/"&gt;JDRF,&lt;/a&gt; invest and I am sure some other things, but I cannot even fathom what that much money can do so I am pretty lame at pretending I know what I would do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Algodones, NM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rexburg, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wuhan, China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Provo, Ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rio Rancho, NM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 jobs I have had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing laundry at the Super 8 in Bernalillo (SICK, SICK, SICK!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bussing/waiting tables at The Range Cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assistant to the Admin Assistant at SAIC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtyard by Marriott front desk clerk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behavioral Health Specialist at UVRMC In-patient Psych Unit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Things you don't know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brad and I are counting down the days until we turn 30 so we can finally start the process of adopting the baby girl we know will be waiting in China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always been/will always be a mommy AND daddy's girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am partially deaf in my left ear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a Behavioral Profiler when I grow up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am becoming more and more anti-social in my old age&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I tag Mimi, Courtney, Mariela, Angie (both of the Angie's!), Merry Moose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4389234702936196197?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4389234702936196197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4389234702936196197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4389234702936196197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4389234702936196197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-late.html' title='A little late!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-53785301386410114</id><published>2008-04-27T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:02:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUS Quilt Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>I hesitate posting this because who ever goes over to enter is my competition and I desperately want this quilt.  I am drooling over it, it is so beautiful.  Anyway, &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/cjroskelley"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt; is having a quilt give away--you should go look and enter your name--tell her I sent you over, it will get me more entries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-53785301386410114?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/53785301386410114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=53785301386410114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/53785301386410114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/53785301386410114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/04/gorgeous-quilt-giveaway.html' title='GORGEOUS Quilt Giveaway!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6483834228519855142</id><published>2008-04-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:41:40.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maplelane-jan.blogspot.com/"&gt;J. Carrell Originals&lt;/a&gt; is going to have a Mother’s Day Giveaway. It is going to consist of a Pink Frilly Tea Apron, Teapot and Cozie along with a set of teapot cookie cutters. This will be a really nice gift for mom or yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over and sign yourself up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6483834228519855142?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6483834228519855142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6483834228519855142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6483834228519855142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6483834228519855142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-giveaway.html' title='Fun giveaway!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8644219397200026693</id><published>2008-04-14T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:36.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SAPrt3-VA9I/AAAAAAAABEg/HwWM0jFlRys/s1600-h/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SAPrt3-VA9I/AAAAAAAABEg/HwWM0jFlRys/s320/IMG_1788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189250369012958162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SAPruH-VA-I/AAAAAAAABEo/mcVB8f1sT_U/s1600-h/IMG_1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SAPruH-VA-I/AAAAAAAABEo/mcVB8f1sT_U/s320/IMG_1790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189250373307925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night my entire family almost died.  Brad and I both woke up at 5 AM and I went into the hallway and immediately smelled gas.  I went into the kitchen and saw that our gas stove had been left on ignite all night.  Reese likes to turn the knobs and apparently I didn't notice.  The gas had been going since 8 PM--we are so lucky nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that day I did some searching online and found these baby proof covers for our knobs.  Hopefully little smarty pants doesn't figure them out too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8644219397200026693?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8644219397200026693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8644219397200026693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8644219397200026693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8644219397200026693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/04/greatest-invention.html' title='The Greatest Invention'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/SAPrt3-VA9I/AAAAAAAABEg/HwWM0jFlRys/s72-c/IMG_1788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4810539960726145830</id><published>2008-03-31T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R_GwdBEFH7I/AAAAAAAABD4/qCdhPgk42cg/s1600-h/IMG_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R_GwdBEFH7I/AAAAAAAABD4/qCdhPgk42cg/s400/IMG_1683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184118658628394930" 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/8923800781726944360-4810539960726145830?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4810539960726145830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4810539960726145830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4810539960726145830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4810539960726145830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-pretty-girl.html' title='Our Pretty Girl'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R_GwdBEFH7I/AAAAAAAABD4/qCdhPgk42cg/s72-c/IMG_1683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-693431500682125478</id><published>2008-03-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:55:33.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Losing It</title><content type='html'>I have never believed in "pregnancy brain" but I may be a believer now.  This morning we were running out the door to go to church.  I picked up my keys and had all my bags when I realized that Reese didn't have her shoes on.  So I put everything down, got her shoes on her and was set to go again.  Then I noticed I didn't have my keys.  I started looking around frantically but still  couldn't find them.  Because we were going to be late I just grabbed my spare key and used that.  When I got home from a meeting after church Dev informed me that Brad had found my keys...IN THE FREEZER!  What in the world?!  Why would I set them there?!  I'll blame it on pregnancy brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-693431500682125478?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/693431500682125478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=693431500682125478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/693431500682125478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/693431500682125478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-losing-it.html' title='I&apos;m Losing It'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5809715879978661424</id><published>2008-03-11T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:36.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R9cT0DlGgGI/AAAAAAAAA34/tZeP0ewK-9U/s1600-h/My+Grampsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R9cT0DlGgGI/AAAAAAAAA34/tZeP0ewK-9U/s400/My+Grampsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176628081720721506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grampsie died today.  He had been very sick and very uncomfortable for such a long time.  While I am happy that he is no longer suffering, I am so sad to have lost him.  He was a wonderful, caring, loving, honorable man.  My heart aches for my Grandma, who is still with us though  I know we will all be reunited and I am so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after I heard the news I was crying.  Devin asked me what was wrong and I told him.  He looked at me and asked me "Wouldn't you be sad if your daddy had to go away for a week and you couldn't see him?"  I said yes, I would be sad.  He then told me "Well that is how Heavenly Father feels.  He missed Grampsie."  Of course that made me cry even more.  How in the world did I get to be so blessed to raise such a special boy?  His faith and knowledge of the gospel amaze me.  His relationship with our Savior and Heavenly Father amaze me.  I know that having men like Grampsie and Pete and Grandpa Pants in his life have played a great part in him being who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you, Grampsie.  Love you forever, thanks for being my Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5809715879978661424?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5809715879978661424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5809715879978661424' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5809715879978661424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5809715879978661424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-grampsie-died-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R9cT0DlGgGI/AAAAAAAAA34/tZeP0ewK-9U/s72-c/My+Grampsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-285705430490644706</id><published>2008-02-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:57:26.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomical Scan #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, hello!  Well, yesterday was our first {of many} anatomical scans and everything looks good so far.  Dr. Hurley said the baby is still small enough that he couldn't see the detail that he looks for, but that there was nothing that stood out to him to raise a cause for concern.  We go back for another scan in about 3 1/2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note--it looks like we are having another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BOY&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  The technician said she was pretty certain but because she is newer and our little guy is only 16w6d she didn't want to say 100%.  We got a shot of him that pretty much seals his fate though...I don't see how he could possibly be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin came with me for this appointment because he wanted to see the baby, but he was pretty disappointed because the screen was "too fuzzy."  He said, "I couldn't see a thing.  The TV was too fuzzy!"  So instead he entertained himself by playing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leapster&lt;/span&gt;.  At one point during the ultrasound he said loudly, "ALIEN INVASION!" and the tech burst out laughing because she thought he was talking about the baby.  He quickly told her it was on his game.  We are happy we are going to have another wild child to add to our two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-285705430490644706?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/285705430490644706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=285705430490644706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/285705430490644706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/285705430490644706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/anatomical-scan-1.html' title='Anatomical Scan #1'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7854455919991542312</id><published>2008-02-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:24:44.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael is Engaged?! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/11/08-15/michael-bolton-nicolette-sheridan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/11/08-15/michael-bolton-nicolette-sheridan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this last night, validated it with the wonderful internet, and have to admit I felt a teency bit saddened.  I just think he can do so much better!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, Michael, Michael.  I know plenty of single, cute, wonderful women that I would approve of so much more than Nicolette Sheridan!  Oh well, you seem happy, which is most important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7854455919991542312?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7854455919991542312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7854455919991542312' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7854455919991542312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7854455919991542312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/michael-is-engaged.html' title='Michael is Engaged?! =('/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6808606351285939977</id><published>2008-02-25T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:59:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Church Calling</title><content type='html'>I was released from Beehive Adviser and called to 2nd counselor in the Primary Presidency.  While I love my Beehives dearly and will miss teaching them every Sunday and going to Mutual, I am so excited to serve in the Primary.  I went yesterday and it was so much fun!  It is going to be a ton of work but I am thrilled.  Anyone have experience in the Primary?  Any advice for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6808606351285939977?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6808606351285939977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6808606351285939977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6808606351285939977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6808606351285939977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-church-calling.html' title='New Church Calling'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8362400187190696814</id><published>2008-02-19T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:37.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney Had Her Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>She had him on Friday, February 15th.  He was 7 lbs 10 oz and 21 inches long.  They named him Aaron Wyatt.  He is soooo CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CONGRATS PEINES!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7sMoshN_DI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RBY5y9AyfE0/s1600-h/IMG_1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7sMoshN_DI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RBY5y9AyfE0/s400/IMG_1714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738890622565426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7sMo8hN_EI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0I4jSOShQ2A/s1600-h/IMG_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7sMo8hN_EI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0I4jSOShQ2A/s400/IMG_1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168738894917532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8362400187190696814?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8362400187190696814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8362400187190696814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8362400187190696814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8362400187190696814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/courtney-had-her-baby.html' title='Courtney Had Her Baby!!!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7sMoshN_DI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RBY5y9AyfE0/s72-c/IMG_1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8758763486212589505</id><published>2008-02-16T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:37.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvchN--I/AAAAAAAAA20/yu3JsjrwBNc/s1600-h/IMG_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvchN--I/AAAAAAAAA20/yu3JsjrwBNc/s400/IMG_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167724157354245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvshN-_I/AAAAAAAAA28/3rRKWvBI4Iw/s1600-h/IMG_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvshN-_I/AAAAAAAAA28/3rRKWvBI4Iw/s400/IMG_1693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167724161649212402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvshN_AI/AAAAAAAAA3E/d4bvzEU4uxU/s1600-h/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvshN_AI/AAAAAAAAA3E/d4bvzEU4uxU/s400/IMG_1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167724161649212418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxwMhN_BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/IlIZAGVi9J0/s1600-h/IMG_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxwMhN_BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/IlIZAGVi9J0/s400/IMG_1711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167724170239147026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxwshN_CI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4ZK89HWZ9sc/s1600-h/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxwshN_CI/AAAAAAAAA3U/4ZK89HWZ9sc/s400/IMG_1689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167724178829081634" 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/8923800781726944360-8758763486212589505?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8758763486212589505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8758763486212589505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8758763486212589505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8758763486212589505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-pics-today.html' title='Random Pics Today'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R7dxvchN--I/AAAAAAAAA20/yu3JsjrwBNc/s72-c/IMG_1691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-182457520675232774</id><published>2008-02-11T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:30:28.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPROVAL!</title><content type='html'>I was approved for the Guardian Real Time System!  I am so excited, as this will help me soooo much to have better control of my blood sugars and in doing so help our baby have the healthiest chance possible.  Thanks to all those who said a prayer in my behalf on getting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-182457520675232774?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/182457520675232774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=182457520675232774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/182457520675232774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/182457520675232774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/02/approval.html' title='APPROVAL!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7093606334729193108</id><published>2008-01-30T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:58:42.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are expanding...I mean expecting</title><content type='html'>Baby Harris #3 will make his/her debut sometime in July.  So far, so good.  There have already been many, many doctors appointments with many, many different doctors and lots of complaining and whining on my part, but the baby is looking healthy, which was our biggest concern.  I have my first anatomical scan in 4 weeks and we can get a much better look then--including perhaps a gender shot!  Keep your fingers crossed that things are developed enough to see what this little one is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the inconvenient doctors visits comes some perks:  I have been approved for a new pump and we are working on approval from my insurance company for the brand new Guardian Real Time System by Medtronic.  This is such a cool and helpful break through for individuals with diabetes.  The Guardian REAL-Time System glucose sensor is a tiny electrode inserted under the skin that measures glucose levels in the interstitial fluid found between the body’s cells.  It does this every 5 minutes and sends the reading directly to your pump so you can track what your readings have been and in doing so completely prevent hypoglycemia.  Anyone can see how this would be helpful to someone suffering from diabetes, let alone a pregnant woman.  Say your prayers that Blue Cross Blue Shield sees the benefits I would reap from this amazing new break through and that they grant our petition to cover this.  If you want to know more about the GRTS, you can read &lt;a href="http://wwwp.medtronic.com/Newsroom/NewsReleaseDetails.do?itemId=1152884580852&amp;amp;lang=en_US"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the news.  I will post some 3D ultrasound pics when I get them (I think they will do it with the anatomical scan in 4 weeks).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7093606334729193108?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7093606334729193108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7093606334729193108' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7093606334729193108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7093606334729193108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-expandingi-mean-expecting.html' title='We are expanding...I mean expecting'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-823252054145921805</id><published>2008-01-30T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:27:32.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Miss My Secret Shame!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c370/beekloo/mcdreamy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c370/beekloo/mcdreamy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;GREY'S ANATOMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I LOVE this show!  On Thursday nights the kids go to bed early and I lock myself in my bedroom (literally, I lock the door so as not to be disturbed!) and enjoy this show.  My love for this show can be compared to my love for Micheal Bolton--it makes me want to scream in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE that Grey's is all reruns lately.  Seriously, this writers strike has got to end.  I can't stand it anymore.  I have to know what is going to happen with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and Meredith, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, George, Calli drama (which I hate, by the way--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and George are idiots!), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Steamy and the new Beast of a heart surgeon (her name escapes me at the moment).  I may have to resort to renting the seasons in order and watching them through again.  My all time favorite episode is the season two  finale where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Izzie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; love, Denny dies.  It is so intense and sad!  I have seen it probably 6 times and I bawl my eyes out every time.  I don't think you understand, not just cry, but the full out UGLY CRY where there is sobbing and gulping for air and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;indescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; that are just, well, ugly!  The mascara down my face I look like that chic from Heroes, cry.  Brad walked in on it once and walked right back out--I think he was a little scared for my mental well being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all worked up just thinking about all the reruns now!  UGH!  Give those writers what they want so you can give viewers like me what I want: MORE GREY'S ANATOMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing, I am now taking applications for a viewing partner.  I need someone who loves this show as much as I do to watch with.  Brad just doesn't understand (who can blame him?!) and I need someone who will go get the remote for me after I throw it at the TV when something I don't agree with happens.  Email me your Grey's Anatomy resume and I will take it into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-823252054145921805?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/823252054145921805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=823252054145921805' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/823252054145921805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/823252054145921805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-how-i-miss-my-secret-shame.html' title='Oh How I Miss My Secret Shame!!!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4573476633816042858</id><published>2008-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:47:35.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reality Show Gets Better!</title><content type='html'>Finding a bench at church yesterday was a task.  We ended up sitting on the right hand side, 2 benches from the front.  The bishopric sits on the right side.  The pulpit is has a pretty good view of the right side of the chapel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were their usual selves--having a hard time being reverent, couldn't sit still, talking loudly, doing what young kids do at church.  Reese has especially been having a hard time this last month or so.  She just can't sit still and is such a busy body.  When she doesn't get her way she lets out the loudest, most wretched scream.  Well, yesterday at church she was very upset at mom and dad because we wouldn't let her go to other benches and harass it's reverent occupants.  I tried to distract her, play with her, really do anything to prevent the scream but it wasn't happening.  So, I decide it's time Reesie is taken out into the hall.  I stand up, turn around and start walking down the aisle in the chapel towards the rear doors.  Two steps into it I realize that something doesn't feel quite right.  I inconspicuously feel my shirt--it's long and where it should be.  Nope, that wasn't it.  Something still feels wrong.  I reach and feel for my skirt.  IT IS DOWN AROUND MY BOTTOM!  NOT AT MY WAIST!  Here I am hauling a mad, loud 27 pound child out with my skirt down around my butt where the bishopric and all the speakers cans see!  Oh lovely!  I didn't notice a pause in the talk, so maybe, just maybe, the speaker missed it.  I am tempted to ask the bishopric's wives if their husbands saw anything "out of the ordinary" during sacrament yesterday.  Good grief.  My life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4573476633816042858?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4573476633816042858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4573476633816042858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4573476633816042858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4573476633816042858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-reality-show-gets-better.html' title='My Reality Show Gets Better!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2512555981643117072</id><published>2008-01-15T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:37.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRAD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R41rxZOmZOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F4HJe4J-Wdk/s1600-h/Brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R41rxZOmZOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F4HJe4J-Wdk/s400/Brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155895644738970850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday, Brad!  We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Mckay, Dev, and Reesie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2512555981643117072?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2512555981643117072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2512555981643117072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2512555981643117072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2512555981643117072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-brad.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRAD!!!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R41rxZOmZOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/F4HJe4J-Wdk/s72-c/Brad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8508661560991147094</id><published>2008-01-04T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:47:22.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brad is out of town.  I am bored.  I put the kids to bed early, locked all my doors and windows, pulled down all the blinds and am now listening to complete silence.  It's kind of nice, kind of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I was desperate to get out and do something so I didn't go crazy cooped up with the kids, so I decided that we all needed a new toy.  I packed the kids up and we went to Target.  Devin got a transformer that I already hate (he always needs help transforming them, something I DO NOT do because I hate it, then he gets frustrated and cries), and Reese got a backpack full of animal figurines that she has already dismissed.  She just wants the transformer.  I should have gotten her one of those too, I guess.  I got myself a brand new PINK blow dryer because I am tired of looking like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0110357/KP37-318A.jpg.html?path=gallery&amp;amp;path_key=0110357&amp;amp;seq=15"&gt;the Lion King&lt;/a&gt;, a cook book called &lt;a href="http://www.deceptivelydelicious.com/site/"&gt;Deceptively Delicious&lt;/a&gt;, and a book by one of my favorite authors &lt;a href="http://www.barclayagency.com/sebold.html"&gt;Alice Sebold&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I decided I didn't want to come home and figure out what was for dinner so I got really brave and took the kids to Applebees.  They were so so good!  It was so pleasant.  Reese just sat pleasantly and pigged out (think french fries, chicken nuggets, mom's salad, dev's cheeseburger, and some milk) and Dev sat and picked at his food and played with the blasted transformer.  Halfway through his meal he decided he really wanted Reesie's food so they switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun day, but it's always a little lonely when Brad isn't home.  We make due though.  And I get to catch up on watching the seasons of 7th Heaven!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8508661560991147094?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8508661560991147094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8508661560991147094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8508661560991147094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8508661560991147094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/brad-is-out-of-town.html' title=''/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5710030660723826260</id><published>2008-01-02T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:07:07.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I am the unknowing star of a reality show--I wonder if there are hidden cameras all around me broadcasting my clumsy life.  It would be entertaining to the viewers.  Really, I think it might be a #1 hit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; would love to watch my life, if it weren't me living it.  I would have loved to watch the time I ran into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; shoulder and gave myself a black eye, or the time I jumped/fell off a stoop and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt; broke one ankle and sprained the other.  Let's not forget about the time I was walking across a railroad tie, misplaced my foot, flew up in the air with my feet literally above my head, landed on my back, and had to spend the next 45 minutes on my hands and knees searching for my keys that flew out of my hands in the opposite direction.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;, then there was the time I was at Target and dropped a bookcase on my head.  Yes, people, you read that right.  Apparently it is possible.  Another good one was the time I had an audience of at least 20 who witnessed me slip on a patch of ice, my books fly out of my arms up into the air and back down on my head. I have millions of these moments.  I have moments like these on a daily basis.  Today was no different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, going about my daily routine.  I have just gotten out of the shower and have my little towel tower on my head.  It is time to blow dry the lions mane.  I pull the towel off my head and bend over to shake out my hair.  This slightly resembles horrible, awful, no good head banging.  What a perfect description, because as I am 'head banging'  I really do bang my head.  Hard.  On the edge of the counter.  I get up and wait for the stars and birds to stop flying above me and continue with the routine.  Out comes the blow dryer.  A few days ago I discovered my blow dryer has a short somewhere.  In order to get it to work I have to wrap the cord around the handle a couple times and hold it that way.  So I wrap the cord and get to work.  I have the dryer on for approximately 25 seconds when I notice and smell smoke.  I turn off the dryer.  Then I realize that I actually have to go into public today and really it would be best for all involved if I can at least dry my hair.  Stupidly I turn the dryer back on.  It is on for approximately 5 seconds when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it catches on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  No joke!  My dryer was on fire, in my hand, 2 inches from my head!  And to top it off, I just noticed it singed my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now really, wouldn't my life be an entertaining reality show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5710030660723826260?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5710030660723826260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5710030660723826260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5710030660723826260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5710030660723826260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/circus-life.html' title='Circus Life'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3725189998282813352</id><published>2008-01-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed up Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0QpOmY0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/xoM5xpI2VO0/s1600-h/IMG_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0QpOmY0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/xoM5xpI2VO0/s320/IMG_1580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150556953145402178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RJOmY1I/AAAAAAAAAvs/4kw0DSC1Vv0/s1600-h/IMG_1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RJOmY1I/AAAAAAAAAvs/4kw0DSC1Vv0/s320/IMG_1584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150556961735336786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RZOmY2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/je4rHyQvecY/s1600-h/IMG_1587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RZOmY2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/je4rHyQvecY/s320/IMG_1587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150556966030304098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RpOmY3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/KzkKw5Oq-HI/s1600-h/IMG_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0RpOmY3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/KzkKw5Oq-HI/s320/IMG_1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150556970325271410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my babies all dressed up for church in their adorable Christmas outfits.  It is so hard to get Reese to stand still and look at the camera--she is running away in all of these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3725189998282813352?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3725189998282813352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3725189998282813352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3725189998282813352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3725189998282813352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2008/01/dressed-up-babies.html' title='Dressed up Babies'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R3p0QpOmY0I/AAAAAAAAAvk/xoM5xpI2VO0/s72-c/IMG_1580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3113160729680468353</id><published>2007-12-27T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:04:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dissonskating.com/our_events/images/Michael_Bolton_New_Photo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.dissonskating.com/our_events/images/Michael_Bolton_New_Photo%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mom, for figuring out how to add music to your blog and sharing the knowledge with me!  Now everyone who reads my blog can be inspired by Michael too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Michael Bolton?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3113160729680468353?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3113160729680468353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3113160729680468353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3113160729680468353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3113160729680468353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/bringing-back-michael.html' title='Bringing Back Michael!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1015473261193594790</id><published>2007-12-14T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:40:36.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is well known among my family that I am partially deaf.  If there is a lot going on, I am likely to not hear someone talking to me, calling my name, or otherwise trying to get my attention.  I can't hear anything but unrecognizable whispers if I put the phone up to my left ear.  If someone is sitting on my left and is trying to whisper to me I cannot make out a word they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if my children suffer from hearing loss as well.&lt;/span&gt;  They can't hear me when I tell them 'no.'  They don't come when I call their names. When I am trying to explain something they need to understand, they don't hear a word I am saying.  When I try to get their attention it is in vain.  Yes, now I am convinced it must be hearing loss.  I think their ears are immune to the sound of my voice.  At least now I can explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1015473261193594790?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1015473261193594790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1015473261193594790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1015473261193594790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1015473261193594790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-well-known-among-my-family-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6808011781796878694</id><published>2007-12-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about my new product at &lt;a href="http://www.sayitonthewall.com/"&gt;SayItOnTheWall&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R1zG0FNIXpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EqiYH4tmOdE/s1600-h/stickfigures.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R1zG0FNIXpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EqiYH4tmOdE/s400/stickfigures.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142203472603012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stick Family car decals!  I have wanted to do these for a long time--every time I see a vehicle drive by with a cute little stick family on the back window I think, "I want to be able to cut and sell those!"  Well, I found a talented artist, we struck up an arrangement, and here they are!  Aren't they so cute?!  If you want to put your family on your vehicle window, you can find my cute little people &lt;a href="http://www.sayitonthewall.com/products/category/21/*NEW*_Stick_Family_Decals"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6808011781796878694?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6808011781796878694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6808011781796878694' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6808011781796878694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6808011781796878694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/12/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R1zG0FNIXpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EqiYH4tmOdE/s72-c/stickfigures.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2305797319471341759</id><published>2007-11-29T15:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:39.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine complained that I only post pictures of the kids; none of Brad and I.&lt;br /&gt;So today, for you (you know who you are) I am posting one of us up in Taos.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful there and we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R09RJ92QQEI/AAAAAAAAArs/63U7TqDmRLw/s1600-h/Brad+and+Mckay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R09RJ92QQEI/AAAAAAAAArs/63U7TqDmRLw/s320/Brad+and+Mckay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138414931515818050" 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/8923800781726944360-2305797319471341759?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2305797319471341759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2305797319471341759' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2305797319471341759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2305797319471341759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/by-request.html' title='By Request'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/R09RJ92QQEI/AAAAAAAAArs/63U7TqDmRLw/s72-c/Brad+and+Mckay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2405616099312181138</id><published>2007-11-21T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:25:19.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish lists</title><content type='html'>Did you know you can make wish lists for all to see on Amazon.com?  I must be a caveman because I had no clue until tonight (I have a lot of time on my hands tonight, can you tell?).  Anyway, I had fun starting one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          https://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/3SQJ6QSUB7E2U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good idea in theory, makes it easier for someone to shop for you, but wouldn't it ruin the surprise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2405616099312181138?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2405616099312181138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2405616099312181138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2405616099312181138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2405616099312181138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/wish-lists.html' title='Wish lists'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7829888969875277754</id><published>2007-11-21T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:08:59.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged:  6 Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like it is time for round two;  I have been tagged once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most people really don't "get" me.  I have a weird personality and sense of humor.  My family and close friends understand me, but I think upon first meeting me I bewilder a lot of people.  They don't know when I am joking or being sarcastic.  This is hard for me because I offend a lot of people without ever trying to or knowing that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My favorite books to read are true crime books.  I find it fascinating.  It must be the psychologist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am such a cliche-I love getting flowers, jewelry, sweet love notes...all the typical "woman gifts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have GREAT taste in music.  Example:  I absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Michael-Bolton-Greatest-Hits-1985-1995/dp/B000002BA5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Michael Bolton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  His Greatest Hits CD puts me in the best mood.  I can't help but sing out loud and dance around.  Dev, on the other hand, has horrible taste in music.  He dislikes Michael Bolton and tells me his songs are "hideous" (he must have heard that from his Daddy!).  I also love Boy Bands, Britney Spears (the poor mess), horrendous rap music, and sappy country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  As mentioned a few times before-I love all things teeny-bopper.  I have no idea why.  Yes, I realize most of it is stupid, brainless, and possibly kills my braincells just for listening/watching/reading it.  All the same, it is still my curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I cannot stand being called Miss, Mrs, Lady, or Ma'am!  I seriously would prefer "HEY YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****PS- I don't quite know why my post is in two different colors/sizes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7829888969875277754?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7829888969875277754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7829888969875277754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7829888969875277754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7829888969875277754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-6-facts-about-me.html' title='Tagged:  6 Facts About Me'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1384926792038892139</id><published>2007-11-12T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:39.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rzj1Ow2mvJI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZdpQQJTVn38/s1600-h/Singing+Reesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rzj1Ow2mvJI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZdpQQJTVn38/s320/Singing+Reesie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132121409369586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a mom for a little over 4 years.  Today was the first time I have ever had to call Poison Control.  My little curious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reesie&lt;/span&gt; decided to dig through the trash and pull out my foam brush full of Americana Baby Blue Acrylic Paint.  By the time I turned around and saw what she was doing, she had the whole thing in her mouth like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; and baby blue paint forming a ring around her lips.  She was quite happy---until I took it away, then the screaming began.  I called the pediatrician who informed me I needed to call poison control.  By the time I got the poison control lady on the phone Reese was in a full fledged fit.  The lady was very concerned and asked me if the screaming began after she ate the paint.  I told her no, the screaming began after I took the paint away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently acrylic paint is one of the things you want your child to eat if they are going to eat something they aren't supposed to...it's non toxic and only causes a belly ache for the baby.  It doesn't appear Reese has a belly ache, but I sure have a head ache from listening to her protestant screams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1384926792038892139?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1384926792038892139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1384926792038892139' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1384926792038892139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1384926792038892139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-adventure.html' title='Today&apos;s Adventure'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rzj1Ow2mvJI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZdpQQJTVn38/s72-c/Singing+Reesie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-119488418534215241</id><published>2007-11-08T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:39.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Super Hero is exhausting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzO0NQ2mvDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_SXSeiRNSE/s1600-h/Super+Hero+Devin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzO0NQ2mvDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_SXSeiRNSE/s400/Super+Hero+Devin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130642540460424242" 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/8923800781726944360-119488418534215241?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/119488418534215241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=119488418534215241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/119488418534215241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/119488418534215241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-super-hero-is-exhausting.html' title='Being a Super Hero is exhausting'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzO0NQ2mvDI/AAAAAAAAAnc/2_SXSeiRNSE/s72-c/Super+Hero+Devin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1905287409313357826</id><published>2007-11-07T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:40.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Not Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I got out of the shower and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzH28fv7CuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/m3wpVQfI7rs/s1600-h/IMG_1505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 448px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzH28fv7CuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/m3wpVQfI7rs/s400/IMG_1505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130152969726790370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devin had dressed himself up as "The Fang from the Tastic Four" again and decided that Fang was thirsty and could only have juice because his "sugary blood" was "low."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Think he listens to his mom mumbling about low blood sugar?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time I have gotten out of the shower to find surprises that could have been disasters.  When we first moved here I got out of the shower and found my block of cheese hacked up and on the floor.  Next to it was a very sharp knife.  Devin came over and told me that the "sharp life" wouldn't cut the cheese, and asked that I please do it (this was when he still said please and asked for favors--not demanded them.  Ahh, the good old days...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is of Reesie following in her big brother's foot steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzH5Cvv7CwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/F5ak6QbTQCE/s1600-h/Climbing+Reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzH5Cvv7CwI/AAAAAAAAAlU/F5ak6QbTQCE/s400/Climbing+Reese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130155276124228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She pushed the box of water and the bucket over there.  I have no idea what she was after...nothing was on the counter but the toaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny kids--I guess until they get hurt that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1905287409313357826?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1905287409313357826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1905287409313357826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1905287409313357826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1905287409313357826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-im-not-watching.html' title='When I&apos;m Not Watching'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RzH28fv7CuI/AAAAAAAAAlE/m3wpVQfI7rs/s72-c/IMG_1505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-946063534561348606</id><published>2007-11-05T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ry_mbvv7CiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tec-A1SUnUY/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ry_mbvv7CiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tec-A1SUnUY/s400/IMG_1457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129571864946608674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has nothing to do with my post...I just think my babies look so cute in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last weekend I bought myself the most exciting toys:  a router and a router table!!!  Brad laughs at me because my new obsession is power tools.  I told him I hope he is not used to me having 10 fingers because very soon I might be down to 9 1/2.  I am only halfway kidding--I am not a very careful person, and I think power tools are probably very bad toys for me.  I just got done finishing up the set up of my new toys (I made my nice husband do the hard parts) and I got to do a trial run on a board--it turned out great!  I didn't even hurt myself, besides a slight slash to the forearm-but I am not counting that as an injury.  I can't wait to add to my new collection of power tools!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-946063534561348606?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/946063534561348606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=946063534561348606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/946063534561348606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/946063534561348606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/exciting.html' title='Exciting'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ry_mbvv7CiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Tec-A1SUnUY/s72-c/IMG_1457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2096918399633911981</id><published>2007-11-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:32:57.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life expectancy is 13 years shorter than any other average female my age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if I lead a completely healthy life with healthy lifestyles and eating habits I am still likely to suffer from organ failure, amputations, loss of eyesight, and heart disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a 75% chance of dying from heart disease and/or stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a 40% chance of developing kidney disease by age 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have an increased chance of having a baby with deformities, as well as an increased chance of having a miscarriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me, nerve damage is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My risk of death is 2 times greater when compared to my peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rather than dying of natural causes, I will likely fall victim to the United States' 5th leading cause of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you figured out what the common denominator is?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIABETES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pretty grim isn't it?  Even more grim is the fact that my children have a 40-60% chance of the same fate.  Millions and millions of Americans share my fate already.  I am sure you all know at least one person first hand who suffers from Type 1 diabetes.  I have heard that I am "lucky" to "only have" diabetes, and I guess I can see why someone might say that.  But really, who would CHOOSE those statistics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE GOOD NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Research is being done, and it is said that scientists are very close to a cure.  While I am skeptical of exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; close a cure is--I know the research is being done and that someday there will be one.  I don't think I will see it in my life time, but I am hoping my kids will see it in theirs.  To support this cause, Brad and I have started donating to help fund research for a cure for childhood diabetes. I would ask that you support the cause also.  There are many ways to support the cause--direct donation, participating in walks, as wells as a few others.  To find out how to donate click &lt;a href="http://www.diabetes.org/support-the-cause.jsp"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2096918399633911981?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2096918399633911981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2096918399633911981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2096918399633911981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2096918399633911981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know:'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2550652850026959186</id><published>2007-10-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:40.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RyXmePv7CZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/un--WxLVL2w/s1600-h/Reese+in+bed+waking+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RyXmePv7CZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/un--WxLVL2w/s320/Reese+in+bed+waking+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126757158129174930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, to my family-  Sorry, this is a repeat.  I have been talking about this all day and you no doubt have heard it probably at least two times each.  That being said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I awoke to Reese's happy little  chatter.  Since she wasn't yelling for me to come get her, I dozed off again.  Next thing I know, I am awoken a second time, but this time to the most sickening thud immediately followed by Reese crying.  I jumped out of bed and ran as fast as I could to her room because I knew exactly what had happened--Reese dove out of her crib!  There she was in a little heap on the floor dazed and crying.  Keep in mind my baby is only 13 months old!  WAY too young to be figuring out how to escape from her crib!  I swooped her up and held her tightly and she calmed down almost immediately.  Apparently her little stunt  only scared her, thank goodness.  As soon as Brad came into the room to see why I frantically yelled his name, Reese wanted him and snuggled him for a good 10 minutes letting herself be reassured that she was indeed alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little happening today scares me--I would like to believe that Reese is just top heavy and being the very tall girl that she is, leaned over the rail causing her top half to tip her over and out.  I am afraid that is not the case, and that she is instead a "spirited child" like her brother.  In any case, it seems I need to invest in a crib tent.  Yes, I have to cage my child in--appropriate since 3/4 of the time I feel like a zoo keeper to my little monkeys anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2550652850026959186?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2550652850026959186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2550652850026959186' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2550652850026959186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2550652850026959186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-monkey.html' title='My Little Monkey'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RyXmePv7CZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/un--WxLVL2w/s72-c/Reese+in+bed+waking+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2090858918487284759</id><published>2007-10-23T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:41.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>for vinyl, apparently!  I have been so busy lately with tons of Super Saturday orders from wards all over the U.S.  So far I have finished and shipped 5 very large orders, and I currently am working on about 5 more.  It's been really fun, but stressful at the same time.  I have decided I can't do vinyl when Dev and Reesie are up because 1.) I go into this vinyl daze and don't pay attention to them, what they are doing, or what they are getting into, and 2.) My poor kids would never get to go outside, play, or do anything fun all day. Because of my little rule for myself, I have been up really late for the last 2 or 3 weeks finishing orders, boxing them up, answering emails, and basically weeding the vinyl until I go cross-eyed. It's nice to have a hobby, and one that makes me some spending money at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JCkWBZlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/k1Aj2ukxTPY/s1600-h/Be-TIle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JCkWBZlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/k1Aj2ukxTPY/s320/Be-TIle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124684103202989650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JC0WBZnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gohDjT0CiBc/s1600-h/Johnston-Tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JC0WBZnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gohDjT0CiBc/s320/Johnston-Tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124684107497956978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JCkWBZmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vsDdbaKXYNg/s1600-h/Families-can-be-together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JCkWBZmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vsDdbaKXYNg/s320/Families-can-be-together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124684103202989666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are digital images of some of the most popular tiles--I need to thank Aubri for these--they aren't my crafty work.  Thanks, Aubri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2090858918487284759?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2090858918487284759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2090858918487284759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2090858918487284759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2090858918487284759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the season...'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rx6JCkWBZlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/k1Aj2ukxTPY/s72-c/Be-TIle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3480303480111476514</id><published>2007-10-22T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:04:04.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIELA!</title><content type='html'>I hope you are having a great day!  Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3480303480111476514?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3480303480111476514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3480303480111476514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3480303480111476514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3480303480111476514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-mariela.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIELA!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1204133074699524576</id><published>2007-10-19T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:41.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills to pay</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would let these pictures illustrate one of Reesie's favorite things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUp0WBZgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4zH2QAYnlk/s1600-h/IMG_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUp0WBZgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4zH2QAYnlk/s200/IMG_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123289497257207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUp0WBZhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PgtMZQNk4qY/s1600-h/IMG_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUp0WBZhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PgtMZQNk4qY/s200/IMG_1401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123289497257207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUpkWBZfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7llQfG96tdY/s1600-h/IMG_1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUpkWBZfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7llQfG96tdY/s200/IMG_1399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123289492962239986" 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/8923800781726944360-1204133074699524576?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1204133074699524576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1204133074699524576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1204133074699524576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1204133074699524576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/bills-to-pay.html' title='Bills to pay'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RxmUp0WBZgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D4zH2QAYnlk/s72-c/IMG_1403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3953945257554190362</id><published>2007-10-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:46:20.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HA!</title><content type='html'>Found another cute {and free} blog template!  Thanks, Courtney and Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself missing from my blog roll, it's cause all my peeps got deleted with the switch-a-roo.  I am in the process of adding you back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3953945257554190362?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3953945257554190362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3953945257554190362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3953945257554190362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3953945257554190362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/ha.html' title='A HA!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3628158045482968060</id><published>2007-10-17T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:58:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Boring</title><content type='html'>BLAST!  The chica that I got my cute template from was shut down, so my blog was all messed up.  I had to switch back to a boring old regular template.  I really need to learn how to digi scrap so I can come up with my own template.  Then my genius of a husband can work his html magic and make it work on blogger.  Sounds like a plan, right?  It'll never happen.  I am too intimidated by all things photoshop--that and I don't need to take on any more projects in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to make one for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3628158045482968060?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3628158045482968060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3628158045482968060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3628158045482968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3628158045482968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-boring.html' title='Back to Boring'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4439309162237022920</id><published>2007-10-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:40:11.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Plans</title><content type='html'>The holidays are quickly approaching--I can't believe how fast time goes by.  This time last year I had a brand new baby and a almost potty trained 3 year old.  This year I have a opinionated, personality filled one year old and a fully potty trained, independent four year old.  How did this happen?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got off track.  This is supposed to be about holiday plans.  Brad and I are so excited for Thanksgiving!  We always love Thanksgiving, but this year it is going to be extra special because Brad's family is traveling a long way to come be with us and Brad's Grandparent's (who live in Taos) for Thanksgiving.  Devin is excited to see Grandpa Pants and Grandma Stacy(and his aunts and uncle too!), and I am excited for Reese to be able to spend some more time with them also.  I am crossing my fingers that her anxiety of others doesn't apply to them.  Stacy, Tyler, Kirsti, (maybe Trisha?) are all going to come a little early and spend some time in Rio Rancho with us.  I am trying to think of some fun things to take them and the kids to do together.  Maybe the tram?  Vance is going to come on Wednesday, and we are all going to travel to Taos to be with Tom and Glenda.  Spending time with the Harris' is always fun.  Brad and I miss them terribly and don't get to see them often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, we will be staying in NM and hopefully my mom will have her annual gingerbread making contest.  I really stink at it, but it is so much fun!  I also love our tradition of a Mexican food dinner on Christmas Eve.  Growing up I had so much fun with my family on Christmas.  I love all the traditions, and I love being with them.  Christmas time and traditions are especially fun now that I have kids of my own.  I love to see their faces light up.  My favorite though, is teaching my kids about the holidays and their &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meaning.  I love teaching Devin about Jesus Christ and all that He has done for us.  Devin has such a simple, innocent understanding of Christ--I learn from him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays truly are special.  I love this time of year.  Last year Brad and I made a goal to not lose sight of the true meaning of the holidays.  That is my goal again this year.  It is not about gifts and Santa and food and lights and decorations.  It is about giving unto others, celebrating the birth of our Savior, remembering those in need, and being thankful for everyone and everything we have in our lives.   These are the things my family will celebrate this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4439309162237022920?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4439309162237022920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4439309162237022920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4439309162237022920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4439309162237022920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-plans.html' title='Holiday Plans'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1834945745396664539</id><published>2007-10-13T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:15:47.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another shout out</title><content type='html'>This one is for my good friend SAGE!  It was great seeing you, I wish it were for longer and more often.  I am glad to know you read my blog--you really should start your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1834945745396664539?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1834945745396664539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1834945745396664539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1834945745396664539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1834945745396664539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/yet-another-shout-out.html' title='Yet another shout out'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-219717151699515460</id><published>2007-10-11T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:41.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79e8qr1KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C89r5XFTQFc/s1600-h/I+love+my+chair%21-+2%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79e8qr1KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C89r5XFTQFc/s320/I+love+my+chair%21-+2%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120308534489896098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79fsqr1LI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7QCQrCfts5E/s1600-h/Cute+Dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79fsqr1LI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7QCQrCfts5E/s320/Cute+Dev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120308547374798002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79gcqr1MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cMr2hLbA4Cg/s1600-h/Reesie+sized%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79gcqr1MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cMr2hLbA4Cg/s320/Reesie+sized%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120308560259699906" 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/8923800781726944360-219717151699515460?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/219717151699515460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=219717151699515460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/219717151699515460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/219717151699515460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-pictures.html' title='Just Pictures'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rw79e8qr1KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/C89r5XFTQFc/s72-c/I+love+my+chair%21-+2%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3079855736028494882</id><published>2007-10-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:08:53.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Laugh From Devin</title><content type='html'>It's 6:45 this morning.  Devin is watching me change Reese's diaper.  This comes out of his mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus' miracle for us is he makes babies come out of bellies with no holes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was in the delivery room&lt;/span&gt; when Reese was born, Brad did a good job of distracting him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3079855736028494882?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3079855736028494882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3079855736028494882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3079855736028494882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3079855736028494882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-laugh-from-devin.html' title='Another Laugh From Devin'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5752300308830928914</id><published>2007-10-03T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:33:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Lady Eats Too Much!</title><content type='html'>Devin is in the stage where he describes people by what they look like.  I have carefully been trying to correct him when he says things that might be hurtful or disrespectful to others.  well the other day he had to tell me something about "the fat lady."  I thoughtfully tried to explain why we don't call people fat.  Then he asked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; some people are fat, so I told him some people eat more than their body needs, and some people have medical conditions that make them that way.  He seemed to accept this answer and I didn't hear anything else on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about two weeks:  We are walking through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt; shopping when I hear him whisper (very loudly, at almost a regular volume) "MOM!  THAT LADY EATS TOO MUCH!!!!!"  I dashed into an isle, parked the cart and asked him to repeat what he said....Yup, he said what I thought he said.  So then I asked him why he thought she ate too much?  He replies meekly but matter-of-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt;, "Because she was fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.  That was another fun one to explain that it can hurt people's feelings to point out the obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny boy.  He sure keeps me busy and entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5752300308830928914?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5752300308830928914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5752300308830928914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5752300308830928914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5752300308830928914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-lady-eats.html' title='That Lady Eats Too Much!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7755639028261795650</id><published>2007-10-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:08:02.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reesie's Daily Doings</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds my purse.  Pulls everything out until she finds my gum.  Takes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;, paper and all, and shoves it into her mouth.  Crawls throughout the house to find me and show me.  Screams at me when I dig it out of her mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goes back to where she pulled everything out of my purse.  Finds my pen.  Finds my checks.  Writes out checks.  She has many bills to pay, apparently!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goes into my bedroom, opens my bottom drawer, pulls out every single item of clothing and throws them behind her.  Shuts my drawer, crawls out of the room--she remembers she has one more check to write.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds Devin while he is laying down watching TV or looking at books.  Pulls his hair and squeals happily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sees a bathroom door left open, hightails it into the bathroom to fish in the potty before mommy realizes she is too quiet and missing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes her way into the kitchen.  Tries every cupboard until she finds one with which she is satisfied with the contents {usually the one with the most stuff to pull out} and begins her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laborious&lt;/span&gt; work of cleaning it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds mommy.  After all her hard work she is famished.  She needs food, drink, and love.  In that order.  If you do it out of order, you have to suffer the consequences of her yelling at you in disgust--how many times does she have to tell you?  Food!  Drink! THEN Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, morning nap.  After morning nap, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re-attends&lt;/span&gt; to all her previous business listed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7755639028261795650?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7755639028261795650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7755639028261795650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7755639028261795650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7755639028261795650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/10/reesies-daily-doings.html' title='Reesie&apos;s Daily Doings'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1156312305138613011</id><published>2007-09-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:42.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rv1pOrJ04rI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zOuNIc3lgwI/s1600-h/Reesiecheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rv1pOrJ04rI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zOuNIc3lgwI/s320/Reesiecheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115360452585775794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are going on 5 days now...all Reese will eat is cheese!  Except for at breakfast time, I mean, the girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; have standards:  she eats only oatmeal for breakfast.  Not eggs, not pancakes, not french toast.  Only oatmeal.  Anyway, I regress.  For lunch and dinner I offer her everything we eat, plus some used-to-be-favorites but nope!  She will only eat cheese.  Sometimes she will trick me and take the non-cheese food out of my hand like she is going to put it into her mouth, then suddenly she throws it on the floor and scrunches up her nose like she is telling me, "SICK!"  So, every day I get out the cheese, cut it into bite sized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, and let her have at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago we ran out of cheese.  All I had was string cheese.  I cut it up for her and she looked at me like, "what is this?"  She gathered all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, took one big handful, and threw them on the floor.  For two days I tried to get her to eat string cheese.  She wanted nothing of it.  Finally, exasperated, I pushed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of it into her mouth--Guess what?  She liked it.  She realized it was cheese too.  So now the only choice she wants is: orange or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl.  I have an opinionated on {two!} on my hands.  I wonder where they get it from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1156312305138613011?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1156312305138613011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1156312305138613011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1156312305138613011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1156312305138613011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheese-please.html' title='Cheese, Please!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rv1pOrJ04rI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zOuNIc3lgwI/s72-c/Reesiecheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2657675564124673616</id><published>2007-09-28T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:30:32.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week!  Things have been getting a little crazy here.  My vinyl business is really picking up speed these last couple weeks.  It has been really fun to fill all these orders and to see what projects others are working on.  The only downside is that my house has been neglected.  I do only the essentials--the rest has been having to wait.  It is finally starting to drive me crazy.  I need at least 4 hours to dedicate to some serious house cleaning.  If anyone wants to donate their time and energy and come clean a messy, child tromped on house, CALL ME!  I might even offer you a snack or something--if I can pull myself away from the vinyl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2657675564124673616?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2657675564124673616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2657675564124673616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2657675564124673616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2657675564124673616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1832416377341620023</id><published>2007-09-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:48:03.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Mom!  We miss you!!  Hope you are having lots of fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1832416377341620023?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1832416377341620023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1832416377341620023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1832416377341620023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1832416377341620023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7283643653466111440</id><published>2007-09-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:19:53.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to MARLANA!</title><content type='html'>Hey Mar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you!  And I lost your phone number--can you email me with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7283643653466111440?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7283643653466111440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7283643653466111440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7283643653466111440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7283643653466111440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/shout-out-to-marlana.html' title='Shout out to MARLANA!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5823069412790346889</id><published>2007-09-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:42.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvWHErJ04cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/By5cTej6d28/s1600-h/sweet+devin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvWHErJ04cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/By5cTej6d28/s320/sweet+devin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113141466322231746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have stated before that Devin is a very, very smart boy.  He will hear something and think about it for days trying to make sense of it.  Occasionally he will ask questions to gain a better understanding, but mostly he is a contextual thinker.  He runs it through his head over and over, until he is certain it makes sense, and he is right {about whatever it is}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wonderings&lt;/span&gt; have been about the gospel.  Devin listens to the scriptures on tape at night before bed.  A little over a week ago, he started listening to the New Testament.  Along with this came many questions and observations--mainly about Jesus Christ's crucifixion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt;.  One day we were in the car and I was listening to the Book of Mormon on CD.  It must have sparked his memory of the New Testament and all the things he was trying to work through in his head, because suddenly he had many questions.  Good questions.  He asked me why "the mean men" killed Jesus Christ.  He asked me how they did it.  And he asked me why they did it.  I turned the Book of Mormon off, and began answering his questions as best I knew.  One of the things I explained was that Jesus died so we have the chance to repent of our sins.  I then went through the steps of repentance with him.  Devin was quiet the whole time I was explaining to him.  When I finished with the steps of repentance, he quietly said, "When we repent, Jesus will make us more righteous."  Nowhere in my whole shpeel did I say those words.  I was/am so humbled to have such a remarkable little spirit, with such a remarkable understanding of the principles of the gospel.  He strengthens my testimony every day with his observations and desire to learn and understand the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, those that know my Dev know this:  he is very cunning.  He is known to bust out with the sweetest "I love you" right after he has gotten into some big trouble.  He is known to give kisses freely after he has done something he knows he shouldn't.  Well, he has added on to his cunningness.  The past two days after he does something his dad or I ask him to apologize for, he quickly says "sorry" and "Jesus will make me more righteous!"  Who can be angry with that?!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5823069412790346889?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5823069412790346889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5823069412790346889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5823069412790346889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5823069412790346889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-stuff.html' title='The Sweet Stuff'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvWHErJ04cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/By5cTej6d28/s72-c/sweet+devin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2535199235300800750</id><published>2007-09-19T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:43.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reesie's Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHY_WhpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jjUjuWB2nBo/s1600-h/IMG_1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHY_WhpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jjUjuWB2nBo/s200/IMG_1334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112084882311775890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to do a huge cake--I made these flower cupcakes instead. {Thanks, Mandy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHY_WhqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/unuWVAvLxpg/s1600-h/IMG_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHY_WhqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/unuWVAvLxpg/s200/IMG_1330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112084882311775906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a lot of help from her over-eager brother, the present is finally unwrapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHo_WhrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BRtsSA4Uin8/s1600-h/IMG_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHo_WhrI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BRtsSA4Uin8/s200/IMG_1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112084886606743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not interested in opening presents--I just want to clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHo_WhsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/knVgQhXGzXw/s1600-h/IMG_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHo_WhsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/knVgQhXGzXw/s200/IMG_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112084886606743234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows are yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGH4_WhtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-YIuLEvJ1-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGH4_WhtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-YIuLEvJ1-Y/s200/IMG_1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112084890901710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized we are very bad at taking pictures.  We take a million of the same one, and then think we are done.  What about the rest of the day?!  I will have to work on my picture-taking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2535199235300800750?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2535199235300800750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2535199235300800750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2535199235300800750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2535199235300800750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/reesies-birthday-pictures.html' title='Reesie&apos;s Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RvHGHY_WhpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jjUjuWB2nBo/s72-c/IMG_1334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2163538917272632618</id><published>2007-09-17T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:18:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Bedtime</title><content type='html'>Bedtime is 100x's better!  Sweet Devin hasn't gotten out of bed or prolonged bedtime in over a week.  I don't know what caused the wonderful change, but I am sure grateful.  As soon as we complete the bedtime routine, Dev stays in bed and goes right to sleep.  YAY for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2163538917272632618?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2163538917272632618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2163538917272632618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2163538917272632618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2163538917272632618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-on-bedtime.html' title='Update on Bedtime'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5168004664229097692</id><published>2007-09-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:36:11.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Words Reesie Says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;momma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;daddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh-oh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Words (Phrases) Devin Says {that I wish he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freak (while singing Don't Cha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're making me frustrated!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It will take too long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are so much fun.  They make me truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5168004664229097692?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5168004664229097692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5168004664229097692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5168004664229097692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5168004664229097692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3475184154482214357</id><published>2007-09-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY, REESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ruf7MCXq6DI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rtbyokpL4Js/s1600-h/Reesie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ruf7MCXq6DI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rtbyokpL4Js/s320/Reesie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109328486488270898" 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;Happy Birthday Reesie!  I can't believe you are already one!  You will never know how much joy you have brought to our family.  Your little smile and laugh are contagious.  We love you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3475184154482214357?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3475184154482214357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3475184154482214357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3475184154482214357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3475184154482214357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-1st-birthday-reese.html' title='HAPPY 1st BIRTHDAY, REESE!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Ruf7MCXq6DI/AAAAAAAAAW0/rtbyokpL4Js/s72-c/Reesie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-776348664669611940</id><published>2007-09-10T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:29:10.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OAMC- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it.  Actually we did it.  My mom and sister were also interested in doing OAMC so we decided to cheat a bit and do a meal exchange--we each picked 4 meals and made those same 4 meals 3 times.  Then we traded.  So we now have freezers full of 12 meals.  We decided to go with 12 for this first trial run to see how we liked it.  Next time I think I will be making more.  I really liked the way we did it this time.  It was much easier to just go with 4 meals 3 times rather than do 12 different meals all by myself in one day.  We saved a lot of time by making it into an exchange.  So all in all, good experience!  Can't wait to eat my yummy, no fuss meals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-776348664669611940?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/776348664669611940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=776348664669611940' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/776348664669611940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/776348664669611940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/oamc-part-2.html' title='OAMC- Part 2'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2495887062333009379</id><published>2007-09-10T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:34:53.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Returns!</title><content type='html'>Brad is back from his conference in San Jose, and boy are we glad!  We sure missed him.  I got to see what it would be like to be a single parent, and it is HARD!  Lucky for me my babies were on their best behavior.  While Brad was gone, we only had one minor emergency: my minivan broke down in the middle of a busy street!  That was no fun, but it could have been worse.  We are so happy that Brad is back and we love him so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2495887062333009379?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2495887062333009379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2495887062333009379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2495887062333009379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2495887062333009379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/brad-returns.html' title='Brad Returns!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6621577996199997921</id><published>2007-09-04T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favorite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rt3yAUDBoMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qCvsJ0OVJbY/s1600-h/Beautiful+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rt3yAUDBoMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qCvsJ0OVJbY/s400/Beautiful+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106503639703331010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this picture of Reesie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6621577996199997921?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6621577996199997921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6621577996199997921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6621577996199997921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6621577996199997921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/favorite.html' title='A Favorite!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/Rt3yAUDBoMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qCvsJ0OVJbY/s72-c/Beautiful+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-4304052856979777167</id><published>2007-09-01T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:44.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!  A few Disneyland Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyEDBoDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ODUxRXCZKuc/s1600-h/Dale+visits+at+Goofy%27s+Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyEDBoDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ODUxRXCZKuc/s400/Dale+visits+at+Goofy%27s+Kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439067634507826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun at Disneyland!  It was great to be able to be a kid again and ride all the rides.  It was even more fun though, to watch Dev and Reesie's reactions to the rides and the characters.  In this picture we are having a late breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen.   Dale came out to say hello.  So did Wendy and Goofy.  Dev got to be in a parade with Goofy banging pots and pans, but unfortunately we didn't get pics of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyUDBoEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fo32racTi5c/s1600-h/How+many+Harris%27+can+we+shove+into+an+elevator%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyUDBoEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Fo32racTi5c/s400/How+many+Harris%27+can+we+shove+into+an+elevator%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439071929475138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyUDBoFI/AAAAAAAAASE/-EhZWM3EAEA/s1600-h/I%27m+NOT+scared+in+the+haunted+mansion%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyUDBoFI/AAAAAAAAASE/-EhZWM3EAEA/s400/I%27m+NOT+scared+in+the+haunted+mansion%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439071929475154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopykDBoGI/AAAAAAAAASM/D0I-MaK6Ww0/s1600-h/It%27s+a+small+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopykDBoGI/AAAAAAAAASM/D0I-MaK6Ww0/s400/It%27s+a+small+world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439076224442466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopykDBoHI/AAAAAAAAASU/BxnEBQ0s_XA/s1600-h/I%27m+tired,+take+me+home%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopykDBoHI/AAAAAAAAASU/BxnEBQ0s_XA/s400/I%27m+tired,+take+me+home%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439076224442482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this picture "How Many Harris' Can We Shove Into an Elevator?"  This is at the Disneyland Hotel.  We are excited for our BIG day at the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{PS Count two more in the pic:  Brad is taking it, and I am strategically removing myself from view on the side}&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in the Haunted Mansion.  Isn't that such a look of fright?  I asked Dev if he was scared and he said "NO!  I wasn't scared!  Ghosts don't scare me!"  Yeah right!  We've got the proof right here!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dev's first ride of the day--It's a Small World.  He loved it!  At the beginning of the day I told Brad this is the only ride I WOULDN'T ride.  I remember hating it when I came last time in 4th grade!  I skipped out on this one, but I am sad I did.  Brad said Dev was loving it, and I think this is when he realized what Disneyland &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; was.  He didn't know what to expect before this.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this mug!  Isn't she a doll?!  This is at the very end of the day as we were sitting down for dinner.  Reese ate ALL of her VERY OWN kids meal {a large portion of mac and cheese} PLUS 1 1/2 cups of chocolate milk {bad mom, I know} and she was just exhausted!  Nothing like eating a huge meal after a long day.  She was so ready for bed!&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;The day was so much fun and the kids were great.  I know that we had such a good time because Grandpa Pants and Grandma Stacy were so great and incredibly helpful.  They were amazing.  I know I would have wanted to yank some hair out had they not been there.  Vance and Stacy, my head thanks you!  I look much better with hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have many pictures that actually include sights at Disneyland...most of them are just people shots--but I promise we were there and we did have a blast.  Dev is already talking about 'next time' we go and hoping that he is tall enough for all the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-4304052856979777167?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4304052856979777167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=4304052856979777167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4304052856979777167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/4304052856979777167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-few-disneyland-photos.html' title='Finally!  A few Disneyland Photos!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RtopyEDBoDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ODUxRXCZKuc/s72-c/Dale+visits+at+Goofy%27s+Kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-6333052747591326960</id><published>2007-08-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:49:50.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate bedtime!</title><content type='html'>I hate having to put Dev to bed 52 gajillion (now, I know I spelled that right!) times.  Every night it's the typical kid thing: "Mommy, I'm thirsty," "Mommy, I have to pee," "Mommy, I need you to come tell me good night again," Mommy, I need a toy," "Mommy, I'm thirsty again," etc, etc.  You get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear by 5:30pm I am DONE!  I have had about all I can handle.  I count down the minutes until bedtime, and then to have bedtime last an hour and to have to do the whole routine 5 thousand times, it's infuriating!  Drives me mad!  I know, I know, he is 4 and every kid does this.  But why does MINE have to?  I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I just put Dev to bed and have already had to go in there twice.  I wonder how many more times tonight before he is asleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-6333052747591326960?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6333052747591326960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=6333052747591326960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6333052747591326960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/6333052747591326960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-bedtime.html' title='I hate bedtime!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-2861358482875529014</id><published>2007-08-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:55:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elliptical-trainer-reviews.com/images/product-images/proform-800-elliptical-trainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.elliptical-trainer-reviews.com/images/product-images/proform-800-elliptical-trainer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An elliptical machine!  It's not this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exact&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one, but it is cool none the less.&lt;br /&gt;I am really enjoying being able to relax at night and ride my new toy while I space out to the TV.  Even Brad has ridden on it a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for some sort of work out machine, I would highly recommend an elliptical machine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-2861358482875529014?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2861358482875529014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=2861358482875529014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2861358482875529014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/2861358482875529014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-purchase.html' title='My New Purchase'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7496288620047428265</id><published>2007-08-29T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:28:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Devin's Mind???</title><content type='html'>To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take A Look At My Girlfriend - Google says it's by Supertramp, but I don't know if this is the artist that sings the version I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;            (He has been singing these songs for days now.  Good grief, is there hope?  They are AWFUL songs!  Well, except Big Girls Don't Cry.  I do like the remix of that because once again, I like all things Teeny Bopper...almost.  Although I can admit it is a STUPID song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Numbers-he is always mashing numbers in his head.  Out of the blue the other day he told me that 2+2=4.  {Genius!} He is also always counting and telling me what the "number of the day" is.  When ever that number comes up he cheers.  It's cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the things that being 4 allows him to do now: poop in the potty with no skids in the undies (don't know why 4 was the magic age but I am sure grateful it was!), talk to strangers (I keep reminding him that he is NOT allowed to talk to strangers no matter his age, and he then politely tells me that all the strangers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;talks to are nice.  I am still working on this one!), boss Reesie around (he lets me know several times a day that he and I are both the "bosses" of Reesie), and play with his Lego Castle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, there are a few of the things on his mind lately.  I seem to have drawn a blank on the rest.  I will post as I remember them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7496288620047428265?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7496288620047428265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7496288620047428265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7496288620047428265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7496288620047428265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-on-devins-mind.html' title='What&apos;s On Devin&apos;s Mind???'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-706579570421304636</id><published>2007-08-25T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:59:41.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>Here is a cool giveaway!  If you win I will be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.tangledandtrue.com/2007/08/hp-presto-mail-giveaway.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-706579570421304636?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/706579570421304636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=706579570421304636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/706579570421304636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/706579570421304636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/cool-giveaway.html' title='Cool Giveaway!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1354380723220660435</id><published>2007-08-25T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:14:38.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kasd.org/%7Ebboyer/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kasd.org/%7Ebboyer/twilight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially if you live in Utah, I am sure you are aware of the new craze:  Stephanie Meyer's Vampire series.  I just finished reading the first book&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Book-1-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316015849"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"twilight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I found this book to be a fast, entertaining, and worthwhile read (Angie, don't hate me for my differing opinion!).  I actually couldn't put the book down.  This is a bit silly, because it is such a teeny bopper romance type book, but we all know that I still enjoy all things teeny bopper.  As my mom said in her blog, this book is definitely better than High School Musical!   If you haven't read this book yet, you should. Put aside all the horrible assumptions that it must be dumb because it's about vampires and give it a try. Then you can judge for yourself.  I can't wait to read the next book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/New-Moon-Stephenie-Meyer/dp/0316160199"&gt;"new moon".&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read the book, I would love to know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****disclaimer-this book is not for those who are looking for something intellectually stimulating, growth promoting, or thought provoking.  If you are a person who only likes books that make you smarter this is not for you!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1354380723220660435?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1354380723220660435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1354380723220660435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1354380723220660435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1354380723220660435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-read.html' title='Good Read'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3283357380711541710</id><published>2007-08-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:14:40.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OAMC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fractured.net/images/articles/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fractured.net/images/articles/30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a Month Cooking.  Have you ever tried it?  Did you like it?  Do you have any tips for me to help it go faster/smoother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know, once a month cooking is just that:  cooking once (all in one day) for the rest of the month.  Then you have 30 days ahead of you that are fantastic.  No trying to think of what to make for dinner, no actual preparing of the meal, no messy clean up.  All you have to do is put your pre-made meal in the oven or crock pot.  Sounds good to me, so I am going to try it next week.  I purchased all three of the books off &lt;a href="http://www.30mealsinoneday.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website and I am going to give it a shot.  The recipes look fairly simple, and the book outlines exactly how to do it.  I will give all the details when I am done (cost, time, and quality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3283357380711541710?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3283357380711541710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3283357380711541710' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3283357380711541710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3283357380711541710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/oamc.html' title='OAMC'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1811754475777248658</id><published>2007-08-17T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:09:32.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Humor</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was giving Dev a bath I asked him to stand up and soap himself.  As he was doing so, I reminded him that he needed to wash his bum.  He started washing his bum and I could tell he was thinking something over.  He looked at me and asked me how many bum cracks he had.  I told him only one.  Then he looked even more confused and asked, "Why does Reesie have three?"  I about died laughing.  What a cute observant boy.  He then answered his own question and said, "It's because she is chubby!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1811754475777248658?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1811754475777248658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1811754475777248658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1811754475777248658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1811754475777248658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/bathroom-humor.html' title='Bathroom Humor'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5688992374191227933</id><published>2007-08-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:03:05.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>Yourself: loud&lt;br /&gt;Your partner: On the Computer&lt;br /&gt;Your hair: too short&lt;br /&gt;Your mother: Mimi&lt;br /&gt;Your father: Pabio&lt;br /&gt;Favorite item: my vinyl cutter and computer (sorry, had to put two!)&lt;br /&gt;Dream last night: don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink: diet dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;Dream car: Honda Pilot&lt;br /&gt;Dream home: has my very own craft room--a BIG one!&lt;br /&gt;The room you are in: bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: don't laugh--butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to be in 10 years:  done having kids and looking more like the old mckay&lt;br /&gt;Who you hung out with last night:  Bradley&lt;br /&gt;You're not: a girl...not yet a woman (haha--ashley and nicole!)&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items: a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did: put stain on my clocks&lt;br /&gt;You are wearing: Oregon State Soccer T-Shirt and scrub bottoms&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite weather: summer&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite book: There are too many, I can't have a favorite&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Lean Cuisine&lt;br /&gt;Your life: is a circus&lt;br /&gt;Your mood: excited&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend: Brad&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now: the huge 4 loads of laundry that needs to be folded and put away&lt;br /&gt;Your car: a mini van. I still can't say that without laughing!&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing at the moment: filling out this survey and watching Picket Fences&lt;br /&gt;Relationship status: married with two adorable kids&lt;br /&gt;What is on your tv: Picket Fences&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed: tonight at Devin and Reese.  They like to scream in each other's faces for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all you blog readers--  Now it's your turn: TAG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5688992374191227933?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5688992374191227933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5688992374191227933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5688992374191227933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5688992374191227933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was TAGGED!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-7125187401602116632</id><published>2007-08-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:44:03.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical 2!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for High School Musial 2 to premiere on Friday!  So excited in fact, that my mom and sisters and I are having a High School Musical Party!  We are having Fat Friday before the movie starts, as well as karaoke to the first movie's songs.  Can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****yes I realize that this is a total teeny-bopper movie---I love teeny-bopper movies.  What of it? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-7125187401602116632?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7125187401602116632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=7125187401602116632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7125187401602116632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/7125187401602116632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/high-school-musical-2.html' title='High School Musical 2!!!!!!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5107594846755859357</id><published>2007-08-13T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:40:29.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Fun!</title><content type='html'>So I have a new love....KARAOKE!  I spent two hours today with Dev singing karaoke as loud as I could.  I will be the first to admit, there is nothing lovely about my voice, but I don't think my 4 year old knows that!  We had a great time.  I can't wait to get more CD-G's to play.  I am going to master Kelly Clarkson's "Breakaway."  Anyone want to join Dev and I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5107594846755859357?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5107594846755859357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5107594846755859357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5107594846755859357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5107594846755859357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/karaoke-fun.html' title='Karaoke Fun!'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-1214030488404153910</id><published>2007-08-01T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:23:21.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Rut</title><content type='html'>I am in a blogging rut.  I just don't have much to say lately.  As I go down my blog roll and read everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; blogs I don't feel as guilty.  Looks like lots of us are in a blogging rut.  I think it's just because summer is so busy.  Hopefully it will pick up again and I won't be at a blogging loss for words forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my excuse for there being no posts in this week to come:  WE ARE OFF TO YOSEMITE AND DISNEYLAND!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  I am so excited for a break and a change of scenery.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; prepared however for the lack of vacation that this vacation will be.  Mom's have to work 10x harder when they aren't in their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;territory&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that I have learned this, I am ready for it and won't be too upset!  Hope you all have a great week!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://staffweb.peoriaud.k12.az.us/Teresa_Wilson/Postcard%20Exchange%2006-07/Batch%203/Corona%20CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-1214030488404153910?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1214030488404153910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=1214030488404153910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1214030488404153910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/1214030488404153910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging-rut.html' title='Blogging Rut'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-5045685780382474742</id><published>2007-07-15T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:21:39.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Camp 2007</title><content type='html'>Craft Camp this week was a huge success!  This is the third year we have done it and every year it just gets bigger and better.  Some of the crafts we did are: altered composition notebooks, magnet boards, diaper/wipes cases, quiet books, altered acrylic frames, Japanese cooking, bleached bags, cards, and making our own chapstick.   We had a packed three days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites this year was the Tea Party that my mom hosted.  It was a blast!  And the food was great.  My mom had us all wear hats (because you can't come to a tea party without wearing a hat!) and they were so funny.  Everyone had a different style.  We decided that the Tea Party is going to be a tradition every year at Craft Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a dutch oven cookout before our closing ceremonies.  That was a ton of fun too.  I loved being able to just hang out and chat and laugh with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was great, she was the hotel for all of our guests.  She is a great host.  I kinda wished I was staying over too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that those who couldn't make it to Craft Camp this year can come next year.  It really was the highlight of my summer so far.  I am excited to plan 2008's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-5045685780382474742?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5045685780382474742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=5045685780382474742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5045685780382474742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/5045685780382474742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/07/craft-camp-2007.html' title='Craft Camp 2007'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-8876959643173810149</id><published>2007-07-08T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:34:15.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Devin Story For The Day</title><content type='html'>Last week as I was getting Devin ready to go to the zoo I asked him to find his hat and put it on.  He found it quickly, put it on and looked at me with a look of contemplation.  He then turned his hat around backwards and said to me, "I want to wear my hat backwards."  I said, "Okay, that's fine."  Then asked me, "But will I get a wedgie?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Remember the talk he had with Brad about backwards underwear?  Apparently he didn't understand it as well as we thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-8876959643173810149?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8876959643173810149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=8876959643173810149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8876959643173810149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/8876959643173810149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-devin-story-for-day.html' title='Funny Devin Story For The Day'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923800781726944360.post-3514273967030570901</id><published>2007-07-07T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:11:44.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Heavy Post</title><content type='html'>It's definitely summer around here.  It's hot, the days are long, and the kids are getting bored. To break up the monotony we went to the zoo last week.  We had a lot of fun.  I think we will be going again.  Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQjwn_NII/AAAAAAAAAFc/2fzPw2uRS_M/s1600-h/TreehuggerDev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" devin="" found="" a="" tree="" at="" the="" zoo="" that="" absolutely="" ran="" around="" it="" in="" circles="" until="" he="" was="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQkgn_NJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62xzvAA1yQU/s320/BeautyAQueenBaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652567464457362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Beauty Queen Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQkwn_NKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ma5IIpYXwQc/s1600-h/AllTuckeredOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" reesie="" she="" also="" loved="" posing="" for="" the="" love="" to="" hear="" her="" little="" squeals="" everytime="" i="" get="" it="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQkwn_NKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ma5IIpYXwQc/s320/AllTuckeredOut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652571759424674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All tuckered out.  Isn't she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQlQn_NLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q1vSKApU51w/s1600-h/Devzoorock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" cute="" tired="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQlQn_NLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q1vSKApU51w/s320/Devzoorock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652580349359282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little ham.  I told him to smile for the camera, so he made funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQnAn_NMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wg1KlMjQMOQ/s1600-h/Reese%27s+Shorts+on+Dev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" my="" good="" little="" what="" a="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQnAn_NMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wg1KlMjQMOQ/s320/Reese%27s+Shorts+on+Dev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084652610414130370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dev decided to try on Reesie's shorts today.  They are 9 month size.  It was so funny.  Here he is demonstrating stretches for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923800781726944360-3514273967030570901?l=harrislifeasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/feeds/3514273967030570901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923800781726944360&amp;postID=3514273967030570901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3514273967030570901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923800781726944360/posts/default/3514273967030570901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrislifeasis.blogspot.com/2007/07/picture-heave-post.html' title='Picture Heavy Post'/><author><name>mckay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LUYlZ3WLiHY/RpBQkgn_NJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62xzvAA1yQU/s72-c/BeautyAQueenBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
