<?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-2714564577438807438</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:50.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a-musing mom</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes you just have to laugh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7120483293226440638</id><published>2008-12-11T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:50:55.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity book signing</title><content type='html'>Kate Gosseling did a book signing at our store last night. She said it was the biggest turn out she's EVER had! It was fun AND very exhausting for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Look for me to walk right past at about 3:55. Whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.woodtv.com/video/videoplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.woodtv.com/video/videoplayer.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewoodtv%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D19610778&amp;amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Ewoodtv%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2008%2F12%2F11%2FKATEGOSSELIN%5F20081211081035%5F2%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewoodtv%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2FTV%5Fstar%5Fmother%5Fof%5Fvisits%5FWest%5FMich" name="FlashVars"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7120483293226440638?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7120483293226440638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7120483293226440638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7120483293226440638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7120483293226440638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrity-book-signing.html' title='Celebrity book signing'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-127267535307365545</id><published>2008-12-07T18:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:50:43.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Hillmans!</title><content type='html'>Here's our e-card for 2008. I hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Jesse &amp;amp; Rachel, Ambrose, Alex, and Athan Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXrNJtcTiRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXrNJtcTiRo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-127267535307365545?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/127267535307365545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=127267535307365545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/127267535307365545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/127267535307365545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-from-hillmans.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Hillmans!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-5652054441902581224</id><published>2008-11-07T10:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:13:54.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a mom when:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRRa-nwDlFI/AAAAAAAAALM/ANQui5d0qjc/s1600-h/Dodge+Caravan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRRa-nwDlFI/AAAAAAAAALM/ANQui5d0qjc/s320/Dodge+Caravan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265933896171885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...you find yourself daydreaming about a minivan (pictured above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to daydream about this VW, but I think it's only available in Europe. Isn't it cute?!:&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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRRaiM-q1QI/AAAAAAAAALE/hYN0eQqaV_0/s1600-h/New+VW+Van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRRaiM-q1QI/AAAAAAAAALE/hYN0eQqaV_0/s320/New+VW+Van.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265933407949083906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2714564577438807438-5652054441902581224?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5652054441902581224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=5652054441902581224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5652054441902581224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5652054441902581224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youre-mom-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re a mom when:'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRRa-nwDlFI/AAAAAAAAALM/ANQui5d0qjc/s72-c/Dodge+Caravan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1635983905892471021</id><published>2008-11-06T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:14:04.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves are for playing in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  We raked leaves in the backyard for the sole purpose of jumping in the pile &amp;amp; throwing them all around! Oh yeah, and burying each other under them--that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5ZcYHhuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CKwLuOtNHhM/s1600-h/IMG_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5ZcYHhuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CKwLuOtNHhM/s320/IMG_2516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265545129858926306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5ZNmNeBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pxg3tYl20K0/s1600-h/IMG_2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5ZNmNeBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pxg3tYl20K0/s320/IMG_2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265545125891504146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5Y1Kxm6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ho9VY-gU1TA/s1600-h/IMG_2531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5Y1Kxm6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ho9VY-gU1TA/s320/IMG_2531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265545119333981090" 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/2714564577438807438-1635983905892471021?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1635983905892471021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1635983905892471021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1635983905892471021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1635983905892471021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaves-are-for-playing-in.html' title='Leaves are for playing in!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SRL5ZcYHhuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CKwLuOtNHhM/s72-c/IMG_2516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-720469425531533610</id><published>2008-11-03T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:32:01.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQ9RQGihmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dKdw7epCa2s/s1600-h/new+york011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQ9RQGihmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dKdw7epCa2s/s320/new+york011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515826494577314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reads: "You have erned A Week in new york! (smiley face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Ambrose told me that this letter had arrived for me in the mail. He's so sweet.&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/2714564577438807438-720469425531533610?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/720469425531533610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=720469425531533610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/720469425531533610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/720469425531533610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQ9RQGihmqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/dKdw7epCa2s/s72-c/new+york011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-962220119388179774</id><published>2008-11-02T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:32:54.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>"Mommy? Do you ever feel sorry that you have to take care of 3, well 4 really, boys every day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ambrose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to answer him as honestly as I could, it's my duty as his Mother. I told him "I am NEVER sorry, or sad that I have to take care of my boys. I love you all so much and wouldn't want it any other way. Now...do I ever feel tired and need a break? Sure. Everyone needs a break sometimes from their job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I understand that."  -Ambrose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he walked away knowing that I have no regrets when it comes to taking care of my FOUR boys. More than anything, I want my children to always know they are a valued part of my life, something I didn't have growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: This question didn't come up during an 'exhausted mommy moment', it was COMPLETELY out of the blue during a wonderful day we were having.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-962220119388179774?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/962220119388179774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=962220119388179774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/962220119388179774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/962220119388179774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6414250847791095810</id><published>2008-11-01T17:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:02:51.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's not complete without a candy thief...</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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQzRunCNZNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKRbDED7tA8/s1600-h/IMG_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQzRunCNZNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKRbDED7tA8/s320/IMG_2499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263812663171704018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww...Athan, why are you in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQzRuOEHXrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8tCU5R3yFyg/s1600-h/IMG_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQzRuOEHXrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8tCU5R3yFyg/s320/IMG_2494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263812656468811442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Alex ratted him out!&lt;br /&gt;(His stash was under the couch!)&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/2714564577438807438-6414250847791095810?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6414250847791095810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6414250847791095810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6414250847791095810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6414250847791095810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloweens-not-complete-without-candy.html' title='Halloween&apos;s not complete without a candy thief...'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQzRunCNZNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TKRbDED7tA8/s72-c/IMG_2499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7412057341484000317</id><published>2008-10-31T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:56:45.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQuo4kQdT6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-BbmMBV1js/s1600-h/IMG_2482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQuo4kQdT6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-BbmMBV1js/s320/IMG_2482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263486279271403426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blue M&amp;amp;M, Buzz Lightyear (for the 4th year in a row!), and firefighter hope you had a fun Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7412057341484000317?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7412057341484000317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7412057341484000317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7412057341484000317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7412057341484000317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SQuo4kQdT6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7-BbmMBV1js/s72-c/IMG_2482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1531918559486311946</id><published>2008-10-10T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:31:15.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends are we, my brother and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SO_IYhb2rqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AnI2ftBiqpk/s1600-h/IMG_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SO_IYhb2rqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AnI2ftBiqpk/s320/IMG_2030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255639613782273698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night's bunkbed conversation in the dark (I was listening on the steps):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Alex, I is scared of the dark. Will you protect me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yes. I will protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Good. Cuz last night I did see a monster in mommy and daddy's room and it was really big and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Well, I will protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Fanks (Thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1531918559486311946?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1531918559486311946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1531918559486311946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1531918559486311946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1531918559486311946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-friends-are-we-my-brother-and-me.html' title='Best friends are we, my brother and me'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SO_IYhb2rqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AnI2ftBiqpk/s72-c/IMG_2030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4161887049952161218</id><published>2008-10-01T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:49:22.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight to my heart</title><content type='html'>"You is my best mama."  -Athan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been saying this to me all week whenever I do something for him or he's just feeling lovey. Melts my heart every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4161887049952161218?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4161887049952161218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4161887049952161218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4161887049952161218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4161887049952161218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/straight-to-my-heart.html' title='Straight to my heart'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8426222209903766721</id><published>2008-09-29T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:01:56.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty...or little lion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNwEUKStGaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NQUTCMa5XDw/s1600-h/IMG_2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNwEUKStGaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NQUTCMa5XDw/s320/IMG_2191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250076010013858210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put into perspective how big our cat REALLY is...here is Gus next to our 3 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8426222209903766721?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8426222209903766721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8426222209903766721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8426222209903766721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8426222209903766721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/kittyor-little-lion.html' title='Kitty...or little lion?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNwEUKStGaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NQUTCMa5XDw/s72-c/IMG_2191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4964249408417686730</id><published>2008-09-26T10:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:21:28.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNzvNH-JH-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8sdGHmAxF8Q/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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNzvNH-JH-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8sdGHmAxF8Q/s320/IMG_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334274364186594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I celebrate 29 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;10,585 days lived. I feel blessed to have each and every one.&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/2714564577438807438-4964249408417686730?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4964249408417686730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4964249408417686730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4964249408417686730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4964249408417686730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNzvNH-JH-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8sdGHmAxF8Q/s72-c/IMG_1691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4025378979298023652</id><published>2008-09-25T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:02:08.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I was listening</title><content type='html'>When I picked Ambrose up from school, his hand was bloody where he somehow stabbed his palm with a pencil. I asked him what his teacher said after it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She told me to go in the bathroom and wash my hands with soap &amp;amp; water. But I told her that soap will lower my white blood cell count!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to have seen her face when she heard his response :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You want to try my glasses on, kid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Athan to Alex in the backseat of the car, referring to the Harry Potter glasses he was wearing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4025378979298023652?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4025378979298023652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4025378979298023652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4025378979298023652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4025378979298023652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/glad-i-was-listening.html' title='Glad I was listening'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1680373748151659599</id><published>2008-09-19T09:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:04:10.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>The boys LOVE going to the library. Lately, Ambrose &amp;amp; Alex have been getting comic books--specifically Batman or Superman, but sometimes Garfield. Athan does puppet shows for us while we're reading our books--the puppets usually end up eating the stage, which makes his brothers laugh like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNuaN7ColQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCehsEE3qUI/s1600-h/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNuaN7ColQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCehsEE3qUI/s320/IMG_1863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249959354608162050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmwrEdc5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tR3jokYm0xI/s1600-h/IMG_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmwrEdc5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/tR3jokYm0xI/s320/IMG_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721345942123410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmw6vRjxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SnCBClAp_wM/s1600-h/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmw6vRjxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SnCBClAp_wM/s320/IMG_1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721350148230930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmxDLn3fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2X-UsF7hDns/s1600-h/IMG_1860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNOmxDLn3fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2X-UsF7hDns/s320/IMG_1860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247721352414617074" 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/2714564577438807438-1680373748151659599?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1680373748151659599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1680373748151659599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1680373748151659599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1680373748151659599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNuaN7ColQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QCehsEE3qUI/s72-c/IMG_1863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7269026449227540477</id><published>2008-09-17T14:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:12:29.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmA9JmHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H25noVS04T8/s1600-h/IMG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmA9JmHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H25noVS04T8/s320/IMG_1680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247053759280420978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the ninja headquarters. It's guarded at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmlPBiJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lWn36yEtu_M/s1600-h/IMG_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmlPBiJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lWn36yEtu_M/s320/IMG_1683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247053769019066514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambrose (the instructor)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmw_IZuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2HxPrW0iYgQ/s1600-h/IMG_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmw_IZuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2HxPrW0iYgQ/s320/IMG_1687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247053772173633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alexander (the muscle)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHnAOP-KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xlPocYkRY1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHnAOP-KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xlPocYkRY1Q/s320/IMG_1689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247053776263575714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Athan (the negotiator)&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/2714564577438807438-7269026449227540477?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7269026449227540477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7269026449227540477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7269026449227540477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7269026449227540477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/ninja-class.html' title='Ninja Class'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SNFHmA9JmHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/H25noVS04T8/s72-c/IMG_1680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4899960017957872556</id><published>2008-09-11T10:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:52:50.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaccines for the whole family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkva_u-zwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Y9jxfuGfAKE/s1600-h/IMG_1891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkva_u-zwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Y9jxfuGfAKE/s320/IMG_1891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244775381881245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of a long story, and some of you may have heard it already, so I'll just sum it up in 1 sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke to a bat flying in our bedroom and per the Gov't Health Dept., we are all going through the rabies vaccination process because there's no real way to tell if a bat has bitten you when you're sleeping and no way to know if the bat had rabies unless you physically have the bat tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we have to head to the E.R. (the only place that administers it) a total of 5 different times over 3 weeks. We have had #1-3, so only 2 more to go!! The boys have been such good sports about the whole thing--probably because they know they'll get a sparkle band-aid &amp;amp; candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkvbKH5OGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9hTS4sRK6o4/s1600-h/IMG_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkvbKH5OGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9hTS4sRK6o4/s320/IMG_2031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244775384670091362" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkvb8-AuqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqOVnDKvRu8/s1600-h/IMG_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkvb8-AuqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FqOVnDKvRu8/s320/IMG_2039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244775398318848674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ambrose taking his turn to entertain us while we wait in a tiny E.R. room&lt;br /&gt;*photo courtesy of Alex&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/2714564577438807438-4899960017957872556?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4899960017957872556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4899960017957872556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4899960017957872556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4899960017957872556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/vaccines-for-whole-family.html' title='Vaccines for the whole family!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SMkva_u-zwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Y9jxfuGfAKE/s72-c/IMG_1891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2354868910089324209</id><published>2008-08-28T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:26:06.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Ambrose quotes</title><content type='html'>When Ambrose gets mad, it's entertaining to see the ways &amp;amp; words he comes up with to inform you. Here are 2 JUST from today (he gets angry a lot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose (in a very sweet voice): Mommy, what day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's Thursday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose (in a low growl): Well...I HATE Thursdays. (storms off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;(Ambrose has stormed off after being told he needs to clean his room. He returns a few minutes later with the book Jesse and I gave him for Kindergarten Graduation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose (in the sweet voice): Mommy, what do these last 3 words say? (pointing to the handwritten inscription on the inside cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It says "We love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose (in the grumpy growl): Too bad that's not true!! (storms off again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2354868910089324209?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2354868910089324209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2354868910089324209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2354868910089324209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2354868910089324209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/angry-ambrose-quotes.html' title='Angry Ambrose quotes'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2700498438793955895</id><published>2008-08-27T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:47:46.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We might be song writers...or not</title><content type='html'>The boys and I were feeling tired of the same old "baby songs" (Ambrose says), so we made our own "Twinkle, twinkle" rendition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle little car&lt;br /&gt;Can you drive us very far?&lt;br /&gt;Across the roads watch our for toads.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's clear look our for deer.&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, twinkle little car&lt;br /&gt;Can you drive us very far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...I received this compliment from Ambrose after I drew a picture of an alien car for our song-- "Wow, mom, you draw pretty good for a woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2700498438793955895?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2700498438793955895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2700498438793955895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2700498438793955895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2700498438793955895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-might-be-song-writersor-not.html' title='We might be song writers...or not'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4695237700093497072</id><published>2008-08-19T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:39:21.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New backyard fun...thanks to Daddy</title><content type='html'>Jesse not only assembled the swing set (thanks Dad &amp;amp; Jan!) last weekend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he also made the boys a tepee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro6scazkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gvLxNFaQZYY/s1600-h/IMG_1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro6scazkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gvLxNFaQZYY/s320/IMG_1777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253611832036930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro64S13rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MZ875oUD63s/s1600-h/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro64S13rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MZ875oUD63s/s320/IMG_1778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253615013093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro7eYu_NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s0FzEUwVBqk/s1600-h/IMG_1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro7eYu_NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/s0FzEUwVBqk/s320/IMG_1780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253625238355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro7kD_jCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QauoC2cOLCw/s1600-h/IMG_1790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro7kD_jCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/QauoC2cOLCw/s320/IMG_1790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253626761972770" 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/2714564577438807438-4695237700093497072?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4695237700093497072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4695237700093497072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4695237700093497072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4695237700093497072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-backyard-funthanks-to-daddy.html' title='New backyard fun...thanks to Daddy'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKro6scazkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gvLxNFaQZYY/s72-c/IMG_1777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8191615961161203123</id><published>2008-08-08T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:26:14.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a silly group of people...we belong together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJxW1XvM4-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x59G_FqrweE/s1600-h/craigs+cruisers+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152342002721762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJxW1XvM4-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x59G_FqrweE/s320/craigs+cruisers+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the annual company picnic for Jesse. It was loads of fun and the only regret we have is not taking video of Alex driving the go karts--he was a natural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8191615961161203123?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8191615961161203123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8191615961161203123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8191615961161203123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8191615961161203123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-silly-group-of-peoplewe-belong.html' title='What a silly group of people...we belong together'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJxW1XvM4-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x59G_FqrweE/s72-c/craigs+cruisers+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7661579499560899732</id><published>2008-08-07T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:58:51.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving the white dress</title><content type='html'>Friday night. My wedding dress. Folding laundry. Doing dishes. Checking email. Is that so bizarre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkdrl78I/AAAAAAAAAFo/X935nNSddAI/s1600-h/IMG_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkdrl78I/AAAAAAAAAFo/X935nNSddAI/s320/IMG_1740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802406842789826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkh4NwfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dhadt8ULBBs/s1600-h/IMG_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkh4NwfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dhadt8ULBBs/s320/IMG_1731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802407969473010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYki40lWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IZWLUTWg7Rk/s1600-h/IMG_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYki40lWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IZWLUTWg7Rk/s320/IMG_1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802408240452962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXPLANATION: We had a midnight release party for Breaking Dawn at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble (the 4th book of the Twilight Series). In this book Bella and Edward are to be married, so I decided I would take my wedding dress out of the box after 9 years and wear it to the party as Bella. It was a lot of fun and I'm just pleased to say that I can wear my wedding  dress after 9 years of marriage and 3 children.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsZP6SrInI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6uCb_15yyA/s1600-h/IMG_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsZP6SrInI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6uCb_15yyA/s320/IMG_1754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231803153257276018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The store was packed. We sold 500+ copies that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkzQYTzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9WyV9e_ZJUY/s1600-h/IMG_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkzQYTzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9WyV9e_ZJUY/s320/IMG_1753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802412634230578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlight of the evening: Meeting Taylor Lautner who plays Jacob Black in the upcoming Twilight movie (Dec. 12)! He's super sweet &amp;amp; stayed to sign everyone's books (until 2:30am).&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/2714564577438807438-7661579499560899732?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7661579499560899732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7661579499560899732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7661579499560899732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7661579499560899732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/reliving-white-dress.html' title='Reliving the white dress'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJsYkdrl78I/AAAAAAAAAFo/X935nNSddAI/s72-c/IMG_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6580064576288383781</id><published>2008-08-05T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:04:53.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm day observations</title><content type='html'>Every Tuesday we head to the &lt;a href="http://www.trilliumhavenfarm.com/"&gt;CSA farm&lt;/a&gt; to pick up our vegetables. This week we were able to pick a quart each of cherry tomatoes &amp;amp; beans in addition to our 2 bags of yummy veggies. The boys and I headed out to the fields and picked our share--only to eat them ALL before we got home ;)  It's wonderful to have my children eat handfuls of food that THEY just picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Ambrose let me in on his observation for the day:&lt;br /&gt;"So I guess there are 2 kinds of grocery stores, a fresh one (the farm) and a not-so-fresh one (the regular store). I like the farm best because you get the food right when it's picked--there are no trucks, stores, boxes, or lots of people touching it before you get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJi-bZZ9QHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jo4zhNR7uWo/s1600-h/IMG_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJi-bZZ9QHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jo4zhNR7uWo/s320/IMG_1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231140345076334706" 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/2714564577438807438-6580064576288383781?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6580064576288383781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6580064576288383781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6580064576288383781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6580064576288383781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/farm-day-observations.html' title='Farm day observations'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJi-bZZ9QHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jo4zhNR7uWo/s72-c/IMG_1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2857417702488224480</id><published>2008-07-30T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:52:36.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Glad I was Listening" --to Jesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJEjo6BKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a-4W90BeTNw/s1600-h/IMG_1673_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJEjo6BKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a-4W90BeTNw/s320/IMG_1673_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228999828029748146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It would be so easy to publish books if it wasn't for authors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesse's comment upon arriving home after a hard day (apparently) in the  publishing industry&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/2714564577438807438-2857417702488224480?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2857417702488224480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2857417702488224480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2857417702488224480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2857417702488224480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/glad-i-was-listening-to-jesse.html' title='&quot;Glad I was Listening&quot; --to Jesse'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SJEjo6BKs7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a-4W90BeTNw/s72-c/IMG_1673_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-5219650467906034946</id><published>2008-07-29T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:21:50.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's game time!</title><content type='html'>Friday at 5:30pm we got a call from my sister telling us she had a regular customer in who happened to have 4 free tickets to that night's 7pm Whitecaps game. We had already been trying to come up with something fun to do with the kids that didn't take a lot of energy and this seemed to be the answer. We jumped in the car &amp;amp; headed to the restaurant to pick up a to-go pizza &amp;amp; the tickets. It was a great night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time eating snow cones, cotton candy, and taking pictures of the baseball players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote of the evening comes from Alex. Right in the middle of the game he turns to me with a sad face and asks, "Mom, didn't you bring ANY books for us to read?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P1AUyzPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QBq71puxMRc/s1600-h/IMG_1578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P1AUyzPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QBq71puxMRc/s320/IMG_1578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485464439311602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P1jTdWhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xPvHQRsZJRs/s1600-h/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P1jTdWhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xPvHQRsZJRs/s320/IMG_1579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485473828952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P2Ej9B0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6fJ-jkLGG7g/s1600-h/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P2Ej9B0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6fJ-jkLGG7g/s320/IMG_1582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485482756507458" 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://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P2mA178I/AAAAAAAAAFI/M2yt996Em5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P2mA178I/AAAAAAAAAFI/M2yt996Em5Q/s320/IMG_1588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228485491736047554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our seats. (Photo courtesy of Alex)&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/2714564577438807438-5219650467906034946?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5219650467906034946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=5219650467906034946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5219650467906034946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5219650467906034946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-game-time.html' title='It&apos;s game time!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SI9P1AUyzPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QBq71puxMRc/s72-c/IMG_1578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4837346207004980674</id><published>2008-07-26T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:34:00.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Ink</title><content type='html'>My sister &amp;amp; I got matching tattoos this week, except that hers is pink &amp;amp; mine is orange (no picture of us together yet, sorry). I'm so happy with the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SItReHqCTPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U9SEagqJC-c/s1600-h/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SItReHqCTPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U9SEagqJC-c/s320/IMG_1563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227361370386877682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SItReSXqViI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gDD6elVJf6I/s1600-h/IMG_1572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SItReSXqViI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gDD6elVJf6I/s320/IMG_1572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227361373262599714" 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/2714564577438807438-4837346207004980674?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4837346207004980674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4837346207004980674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4837346207004980674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4837346207004980674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-ink.html' title='Fresh Ink'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SItReHqCTPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U9SEagqJC-c/s72-c/IMG_1563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4796696978224873877</id><published>2008-07-18T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:06:44.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Andrew Widman (1978-2008)</title><content type='html'>For the past day, my wife and I have been walking around the house, bleary eyed, mourning for our friend, Officer Andrew Widman, who died earlier this morning after being shot responding to a domestic dispute in Ft. Myers, FL. &lt;a href="http://www.news-press.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080718/NEWS0110/80718004/1075"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Andy on my first day of class at seminary in September 2001. I remember sitting down next to him—at that time he had long, hippy-like hair and I thought he looked like the type that knew his Latin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 2001, my mom died after a long struggle with MS. It was Andy’s encouragement that ultimately kept me in school. I remember sitting in Andy’s kitchen talking things through. At the time, I wanted to run from school but he really grounded me. At least for me, a close relationship was forged on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next two and a half years, he would be my closest friend on campus. Only rarely did a day go by that we did not see or talk with each other. Both our families left school in 2003, and as a result our contact was less frequent, limited to the occasional phone call, email, and Christmas card. I still counted him as one of my very closest friends, the kind of person that will forever fill a spot in your life. I hope I get the opportunity to someday share with his kids just how special he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was a huge film buff and had a sharp eye for up-and-coming actors and directors. I remember watching some of my favorite movies after getting his recommendations. He and I (along with our wives) probably watched 50 movies together during the years we lived close to each other. Now that I think back, I remember watching a lot of “cop movies” together, Heat, Die Hard (I think), and others. Andy hated The French Connection, a story of crooked cops. It seems appropriate now, perhaps a foreshadowing of the great police officer he would become later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy introduced me to kimchi; countless books; The Lobster Trap (a local dive with free pool and cheap beer on Tuesdays); good Thai food; the game Axis &amp;amp; Allies. I could go on and on and on with the many happy memories that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he was the epitome of what a Christian should be. He had a deep love for all people and took his faith seriously. He let the Bible be what it was; he did not try to tame it or, though it may be convenient, fit it into a nice, tight theological system. He had a profound influence on my own faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God of grace and glory, we remember before you this day our brother Andy. We thank you for giving him to Susanna, his family, and to us, his friends, to know and to love as a companion. In your boundless compassion, console us who mourn. Give us faith to see in death the gate of eternal life, so that in quiet confidence we may continue our course on earth, until, by your call, we are reunited with Andy; through Jesus Christ our Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Jesse Hillman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4796696978224873877?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4796696978224873877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4796696978224873877' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4796696978224873877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4796696978224873877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-andrew-widman-1978-2008.html' title='Remembering Andrew Widman (1978-2008)'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6898057583300365724</id><published>2008-07-09T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:41:46.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite moment</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Paulie crawls into bed with me when Jesse leaves for work. We snuggle and then he falls back asleep for a little while longer. It's after this short slumber that one of my favorite moments occurs. Here's a glimpse of what it's like to wake up to those big green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXVikKiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uUtqzo2IS9k/s1600-h/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXVikKiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uUtqzo2IS9k/s320/IMG_0880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023668832053794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXfhjTwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5uOrkfd9Q8I/s1600-h/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXfhjTwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5uOrkfd9Q8I/s320/IMG_0881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023671512157954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXhFwINI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8cd8GkwdEMk/s1600-h/IMG_0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXhFwINI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8cd8GkwdEMk/s320/IMG_0885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023671932428498" 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/2714564577438807438-6898057583300365724?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6898057583300365724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6898057583300365724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6898057583300365724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6898057583300365724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/favorite-moment.html' title='A favorite moment'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHTNXVikKiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uUtqzo2IS9k/s72-c/IMG_0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2975506277914361369</id><published>2008-07-07T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:28:12.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys for the road trip</title><content type='html'>We bought the boys each an iPod Shuffle before shuffling off (sorry) to Ohio last weekend. We loaded up numerous kid songs, along with Nickel Creek &amp;amp; the Beetles and then showed them how to use the iPods. It was the quietest road trip EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots with them before we opened them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIqQVkSsI/AAAAAAAAADs/9R_v95eb4BY/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIqQVkSsI/AAAAAAAAADs/9R_v95eb4BY/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220385177597135554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIq_RFs_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gUWJvxbotg8/s1600-h/IMG_1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIq_RFs_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gUWJvxbotg8/s320/IMG_1078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220385190194820082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIrPYkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HbZpULps8Zc/s1600-h/IMG_1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIrPYkJ-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HbZpULps8Zc/s320/IMG_1079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220385194521143266" 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/2714564577438807438-2975506277914361369?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2975506277914361369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2975506277914361369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2975506277914361369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2975506277914361369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-toys-for-road-trip.html' title='New toys for the road trip'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SHKIqQVkSsI/AAAAAAAAADs/9R_v95eb4BY/s72-c/IMG_1077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1916607068909591498</id><published>2008-06-25T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:50:39.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A complex relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Want to play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SGJa9AI-IsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7MjbhPrEp44/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SGJa9AI-IsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7MjbhPrEp44/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831322504602306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmpf..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SGJa9f8i-YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RWVpVP8xK2o/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SGJa9f8i-YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RWVpVP8xK2o/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215831331042425218" 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/2714564577438807438-1916607068909591498?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1916607068909591498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1916607068909591498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1916607068909591498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1916607068909591498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/complex-relationship.html' title='A complex relationship'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SGJa9AI-IsI/AAAAAAAAADI/7MjbhPrEp44/s72-c/IMG_0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1428482930881949318</id><published>2008-06-23T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:01:55.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I was listening</title><content type='html'>The 3 amigos are riding in the backseat of the car (Alex is in the middle). Athan and Ambrose roll their windows down when Athan turns to Alex and says, "Alex, roll your window down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex replies, "I not have one window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athan demands, "Then open your mouth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex rode for a while with his mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**UPDATE for the last post: Ambrose lost BOTH teeth on the same day (June 16)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1428482930881949318?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1428482930881949318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1428482930881949318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1428482930881949318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1428482930881949318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/glad-i-was-listening.html' title='Glad I was listening'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8121348162368201396</id><published>2008-06-08T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:19:08.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rites of passage for Ambrose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kindergarten graduation -- Class of 2020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExlvEcbApI/AAAAAAAAACg/RhNZPeivN8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExlvEcbApI/AAAAAAAAACg/RhNZPeivN8Y/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209650728282030738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First loose teeth (2 of them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExmYskF3-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/DB52TPJPmCY/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExmYskF3-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/DB52TPJPmCY/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209651443426254818" 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://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExmZJtu4TI/AAAAAAAAADA/aOG-cDWEdaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExmZJtu4TI/AAAAAAAAADA/aOG-cDWEdaQ/s320/IMG_0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209651451251319090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the 1st big tooth coming through!)&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/2714564577438807438-8121348162368201396?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8121348162368201396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8121348162368201396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8121348162368201396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8121348162368201396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/rites-of-passages-for-ambrose.html' title='Rites of passage for Ambrose'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SExlvEcbApI/AAAAAAAAACg/RhNZPeivN8Y/s72-c/IMG_0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-3565525049410182893</id><published>2008-06-06T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:21:28.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To each his own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma9ljW9FI/AAAAAAAAACI/aXHFUH45Xiw/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma9ljW9FI/AAAAAAAAACI/aXHFUH45Xiw/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208864826873803858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"drummer boy"&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://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma-1_xehI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ZYmO0a4vqc/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma-1_xehI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ZYmO0a4vqc/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208864848467819026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"the rock collector"&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://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma_iu2C1I/AAAAAAAAACY/aL9UZ4TQs8M/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma_iu2C1I/AAAAAAAAACY/aL9UZ4TQs8M/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208864860476410706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"energy man"&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/2714564577438807438-3565525049410182893?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3565525049410182893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=3565525049410182893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3565525049410182893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3565525049410182893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-each-his-own.html' title='To each his own'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEma9ljW9FI/AAAAAAAAACI/aXHFUH45Xiw/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1157420308467562162</id><published>2008-05-31T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:05:10.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowie Zowie!</title><content type='html'>Look what my wonderful husband just ordered for me on Newegg.com!! Isn't he  the best?! It's the Canon PowerShot SD1100 IS.  Should be here by Wednesday! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEH1w2lhkzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hd085tcujAA/s1600-h/camera.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEH1w2lhkzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hd085tcujAA/s320/camera.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206712863852434226" 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/2714564577438807438-1157420308467562162?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1157420308467562162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1157420308467562162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1157420308467562162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1157420308467562162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/wowie-zowie.html' title='Wowie Zowie!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SEH1w2lhkzI/AAAAAAAAACA/hd085tcujAA/s72-c/camera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4835403206621100143</id><published>2008-05-14T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:59:03.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"THAT just happened" --A new segment</title><content type='html'>This is a new segment called "That just happened." It's for the little (or big) things I witness around the house. Enjoy the 1st one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago Alex and Athan were pretty rowdy going to bed, but Jesse's brother was over visiting so we kind of let them be silly in bed while we talked --rather than laying down the law ;)  Anyway, Ambrose came downstairs to tell us that his brothers had stuck "big band-aids" all over the bunk beds &amp;amp; wall. Sounded like it needed my attention so I headed up to see what in the world was going on...uh, yeah, the 2 little rascals had gotten into not only the band-aid stash in the bathroom, but also my panty liners and had stuck them ALL over the place! Oh brother. Oh, it gets better... So we see Alex right away in the room, but Athan is no where in sight until I notice all the blankets crammed under his bed. I move the blankets to find him hiding under there, I make him come out and when he does he is butt NAKED!!  About the funniest thing I ever saw, it definitely lightened up the moment. Those boys, those boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4835403206621100143?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4835403206621100143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4835403206621100143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4835403206621100143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4835403206621100143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-just-happened-new-segment.html' title='&quot;THAT just happened&quot; --A new segment'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7979359996492721809</id><published>2008-05-14T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:20:03.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Glad I was listening" -Bathroom edition</title><content type='html'>**Be warned, this entry uses 'bathroom words' (which are frequently heard in a house full of boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alex is sitting on the potty)&lt;br /&gt;Athan: I need to go potty like you right now.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Then go upstairs. I am going "Dia-neena".&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Dianeena?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yes. Do you know what Dianeena means? It's when you have to go lots of poop. and lots of pee. Lots of pee AND poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Athan just came running up to me saying "I did go two pees! So now I get two candies cuz I did go two pees!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7979359996492721809?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7979359996492721809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7979359996492721809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7979359996492721809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7979359996492721809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/glad-i-was-listening-bathroom-edition.html' title='&quot;Glad I was listening&quot; -Bathroom edition'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7880562043122573620</id><published>2008-05-09T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:08:32.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's funny</title><content type='html'>"Daddy's car is growling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alex, from the backseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are driving the husband's car. It's a blue '99 Ford Escort Wagon with a loud tailpipe and not a lot of pick up--let's just say I don't feel I'm very high on the 'coolness' meter while driving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7880562043122573620?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7880562043122573620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7880562043122573620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7880562043122573620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7880562043122573620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-funny.html' title='Today&apos;s funny'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4439946225357029777</id><published>2008-05-03T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:22:08.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a new king in our house....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SBy6XuvHD7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEl9HPdKuPo/s1600-h/Gus+Gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SBy6XuvHD7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEl9HPdKuPo/s320/Gus+Gus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196232986924093362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Gus. As many of you know, I am NOT a pet person-- so I was stunned when I fell in love with this cat at Petsmart (The Humane Society was there with animals for adoption) and told Jesse we HAD TO buy him.  Gus is easy going, friendly, patient,  and affectionate--fits right in. He learned his way around the house and found several lounging spots within 2 days; now he acts as if he's lived here his entire life.  He's 3-4 years old and weighs in at 18.5 pounds! We love him and I think he loves us, or at least doesn't seem to mind ruling this homestead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4439946225357029777?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4439946225357029777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4439946225357029777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4439946225357029777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4439946225357029777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-new-king-in-our-house.html' title='There&apos;s a new king in our house....'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SBy6XuvHD7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEl9HPdKuPo/s72-c/Gus+Gus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-3616875413939208564</id><published>2008-04-14T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:18:52.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Sorry, folks. Our house is currently chaos. We started refinishing the wood floors on the 1st floor on Thursday and it's been a disaster ever since. It's unlikely that we will even have our furniture moved back in by the weekend. Fortunately, though, we got our BRAND NEW furnace working again (the fuse went out) since it's going to be 28 degrees tonight! Which means that the 2nd coat of stain is going to take even LONGER to dry. Good grief. Life is not fun right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-3616875413939208564?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3616875413939208564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=3616875413939208564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3616875413939208564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3616875413939208564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2948105086757693102</id><published>2008-04-03T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:42:14.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on the radio</title><content type='html'>I heard this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and I really wanted to go, but it was almost 8 and my favorite TV show was coming on. Well, I made a decision: People are more important than a TV show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A radio personality on my local Christian radio station. Everything she says makes me smack my forehead, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2948105086757693102?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2948105086757693102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2948105086757693102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2948105086757693102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2948105086757693102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/overheard-on-radio.html' title='Overheard on the radio'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-564819752724715804</id><published>2008-04-01T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:17:48.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's on Flickr...finally?!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I started a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hillmangirl"&gt;Flickr account&lt;/a&gt;. Mostly for swap purposes, but I will be uploading pictures of the kids--since they are the ones you are REALLY interested in. It's okay, I know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...if I can only get the husband to buy me a digital camera ;)  I think anyone who has his email address should send him an email just saying "Buy Rachel as digital camera, please!". Maybe he'll get the point. If you want his email, just send me a message and I'll give it to you--if you're legit, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-564819752724715804?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/564819752724715804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=564819752724715804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/564819752724715804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/564819752724715804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-whos-on-flickrfinally.html' title='Guess who&apos;s on Flickr...finally?!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6755706943764980606</id><published>2008-03-15T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:01:57.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Glad I was Listening" - Paulie's edition</title><content type='html'>We're in the car and talking about why I have different dinners than the boys (last week they wanted hotdogs for dinner and I didn't, so now they think it's an 'all the time' thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I like chicken, vegetables and soup for dinner sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulie: I not like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yes you do! I thought you liked everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulie: I like goldfish........ I like crackers.......... I like goldfish crackers........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's creating quite the distinguished palette, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-6755706943764980606?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6755706943764980606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6755706943764980606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6755706943764980606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6755706943764980606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/glad-i-was-listening-paulies-edition.html' title='&quot;Glad I was Listening&quot; - Paulie&apos;s edition'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2848720629115213514</id><published>2008-03-12T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:29:07.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for another "Glad I Was Listening" segment</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ambrose was in the bathroom talking to himself and this is what I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so thirsty I could drink the Mississippi River! (mumbles--) That is.....if it really even exists."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2848720629115213514?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2848720629115213514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2848720629115213514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2848720629115213514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2848720629115213514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-for-another-glad-i-was.html' title='It&apos;s time for another &quot;Glad I Was Listening&quot; segment'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6212202838369711800</id><published>2008-03-07T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:07:09.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Winter Break for mommy</title><content type='html'>Kids have a mid-winter break from school usually in the form of an extended weekend. I think that parents also NEED a mid-winter break (AND non-parenting adults, but especially parents). I've taken it upon myself to implement this fact (for ME at least, you'll have to come up with your own plan, sorry) and in exactly 2 hours I will be headed to a Stamping Weekend Retreat. How much stamping will actually get done?? I'm not sure, but I know 55 women will be enjoying their well deserved break doing whatever floats their boat. And who knows?  Maybe next year we'll give the men a break....nah, who am I kidding--we're already planning our getaway for next year! Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-6212202838369711800?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6212202838369711800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6212202838369711800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6212202838369711800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6212202838369711800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhwinter-break-for-mommy.html' title='Ahhh...Winter Break for mommy'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1131736756681589675</id><published>2008-02-27T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:07:40.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock....Who's there?</title><content type='html'>I really need to get a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been feeding the birds &amp;amp; squirrels through our back door for about a month now. We break put bread pieces and toss them on the porch, then we step back and watch the feast. Well, today I was on the computer and there was a 'knock' on the back door. I look over and Mr. Squirrel is peering in &amp;amp; scratching at the door! I'll keep feeding them because the boys get such a kick out of it and also because it's something I remember my Grandma always doing. Just as long as they don't get too comfortable &amp;amp; try to sneak in my house. I'll go all broom crazy on 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1131736756681589675?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1131736756681589675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1131736756681589675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1131736756681589675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1131736756681589675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/knock-knockwhos-there.html' title='Knock, Knock....Who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1702736603515089270</id><published>2008-01-14T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:59:24.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>Today was a hard day; the kids were SO naughty and I was feeling like I couldn't get anything done. In an attempt to make myself feel better, I sat down and wrote out the tasks I accomplished thus far (3:30pm). Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got Ambrose up, ready, fed, and to school (with 2 brothers in tow)&lt;br /&gt;*Unloaded the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;*Loaded and ran the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;*Folded &amp;amp; put away (2) loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;*Washed another (2) loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;*Fed the kids breakfast&lt;br /&gt;*Fed the kids lunch&lt;br /&gt;*Fed the kids AM and PM snacks&lt;br /&gt;*Showered (Yippee!)&lt;br /&gt;*Picked Ambrose up from school (with 2 brothers in tow)&lt;br /&gt;*Cleaned out &amp;amp; reorganized the linen closet and drawers&lt;br /&gt;*Vacuumed the recessed light sockets in the upstairs bathroom&lt;br /&gt;*Replaced (2) light bulbs in the upstairs bathroom&lt;br /&gt;*Took down the shower curtain in the downstairs bathroom (AND cut up some of the material to use again)&lt;br /&gt;*Hung a new shower curtain&lt;br /&gt;*Talked to my mom on the phone&lt;br /&gt;*Talked to my sister on the phone&lt;br /&gt;*Talked to my friend, Kristen, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;*Emailed Laura, Sara, Sue, Andrea, and Jesse&lt;br /&gt;*Caught up on my GoogleReader&lt;br /&gt;*Played a game of "Go Fish" with Ambrose &amp;amp; Athan&lt;br /&gt;*And I managed to eat lunch, a snack, AND a 'secret' milkshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a run down of what the kids did this morning? Here's what I know of (I'm sure I'll 'discover' more as the day goes on):&lt;br /&gt;*Ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;*Ate (2) snacks&lt;br /&gt;*Ate lunch&lt;br /&gt;*Pooped (1 of which needed a diaper changed, the other needed supervision)&lt;br /&gt;*Climbed onto the counter, got and ate candy out of the cabinet and also dumped a bowl of cereal &amp;amp; milk on the floor in the process of the raid&lt;br /&gt;*Made playdoh balls (which are now embedded in the carpet)&lt;br /&gt;*Got out (5) puzzles (at the same time!)&lt;br /&gt;*Got out (4) board games (also at the same time!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Played together, fairly nicely, in their bedroom&lt;br /&gt;*Dumped out EVERY bin of toys onto the bedroom floor (Ahhhhh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Along with more playing, reading, and watching a PBS show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's days like this that I couldn't even fathom before I had children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1702736603515089270?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1702736603515089270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1702736603515089270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1702736603515089270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1702736603515089270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-6872998177828803895</id><published>2008-01-10T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:48:14.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad I was listening</title><content type='html'>I feel so thankful to stay home and raise our children. I'm especially thankful to have overheard these conversations this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. (On the way to school in the backseat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (to Ambrose): Stop distracting me&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose: Do you even know what distracting means?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: no&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose: Well... it's when there's something bad happening and you are doing something else and you try to pretend it's not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. (Alex and Athan playing in their room, doing their usual "Mommy Alex" role playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex -- "No, don't dump that out!" (Athan dumps whatever it was) "Great! Now I have to clean that up cause I am mommy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-6872998177828803895?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6872998177828803895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=6872998177828803895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6872998177828803895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/6872998177828803895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/glad-i-was-listening.html' title='Glad I was listening'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-3005758528342007415</id><published>2007-12-19T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:35:35.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes for the week</title><content type='html'>It was hard to pick just one quote from each boy, they give me so much material to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just nothing."&lt;br /&gt;    -Athan Paul, anytime you ask him something and he doesn't want you to know the answer (like,         "Where did that candy cane go?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you do! It's checkers!!"&lt;br /&gt;    -Alex's response when Paulie said he didn't like the game they were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, when I get adopted I hope I get a family as nice as this one."&lt;br /&gt;    -Ambrose, last night after dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-3005758528342007415?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3005758528342007415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=3005758528342007415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3005758528342007415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3005758528342007415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/quotes-for-week.html' title='Quotes for the week'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4596780635229029973</id><published>2007-12-14T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:16.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't receive an email from us or you want to watch this video twice a day like I do...here is our 1st digital Christmas greeting 'card.' Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=100221970339950831&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4596780635229029973?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4596780635229029973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4596780635229029973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4596780635229029973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4596780635229029973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-3208053596121403030</id><published>2007-12-11T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:28:08.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's boogie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1299634616" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch our dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1299634616" target="_blank"&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/2714564577438807438-3208053596121403030?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3208053596121403030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=3208053596121403030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3208053596121403030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/3208053596121403030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-boogie.html' title='Let&apos;s boogie!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8186589881315288395</id><published>2007-12-10T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:47:28.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burrito Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/R117TaXsDgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bh1lINhAmvY/s1600-h/XMAS+PICS+07005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/R117TaXsDgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bh1lINhAmvY/s320/XMAS+PICS+07005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142401922953383426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I recently developed a few rolls of film and I'm so happy this one turned out. The boys love to be rolled into tacos or burritos--or "Kacos" if you're talking to Paulie. This time even Lucy and Orange joined the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8186589881315288395?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8186589881315288395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8186589881315288395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8186589881315288395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8186589881315288395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/burrito-brothers.html' title='The Burrito Brothers'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/R117TaXsDgI/AAAAAAAAABw/Bh1lINhAmvY/s72-c/XMAS+PICS+07005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-806891008419909640</id><published>2007-12-07T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:22:47.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last game you purchased?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just purchased M&amp;amp;M checkers for Alex for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something in which you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don’t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skinny = healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could choose a celebrity to be your boss, who would you pick?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt Damon, but only if he promises to speak in his thick "Good Will Hunting" boston accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was a lesson you had to learn the hard way?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't put a sweater in the dryer and walk away thinking you'll remember in 3 minutes that it's time to take it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your idea of the perfect relaxation room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The walls would be lined with favorite books and music would always be playing. There would be hot tea or coffee along with ice water. And let's not forget the stamping area! It would be a grand stamping area--completely organized.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a great weekend! And don't forget to buy everyone on your list a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-806891008419909640?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/806891008419909640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=806891008419909640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/806891008419909640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/806891008419909640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/fridays-feast.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7771568843525834301</id><published>2007-12-05T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:54:45.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter day</title><content type='html'>I'm not a 'winter person.' When I left the mitten state I vowed I'd never return, and yet, here I am trying to get through another dark, cold, and dismal Michigan winter. Is there just a giant cloud that hovers over Michigan for 5 dreadful months?! Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, no more complaining because the sun IS shining today and the snow is glistening and it's actually quite delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never enjoyed playing outside in the winter, but I easily forget that others do. So, when the boys wanted to go outside today my first reaction was "ugh." But, it turned out to be a lot of fun and really only lasted 15 minutes (not counting the 20 minutes getting ready to go out). We made snow balls (actually, I just made snow balls and passed them out) and threw them at the garage, followed rabbit tracks in the yard, and made snow angels. We retired inside to play 20 Questions while we warmed up with our cranberry apple tea--here comes today's funny. It was Alex's turn to ask a question and he came up with one I'd never heard before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it something you can cut off from yours body?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambrose and I almost fell off the bench from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Winter day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7771568843525834301?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771568843525834301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7771568843525834301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7771568843525834301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7771568843525834301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-day.html' title='Winter day'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1739311483365217123</id><published>2007-11-20T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:37:14.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But who's counting??</title><content type='html'>Jesse has been gone for approximately 183 hours--he is due back in 1.5  hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the LONGEST day, as to be expected. But, Alex did provide me with a laugh when he was playing a computer game; he turned to me and said "Mommy, I gonna kick dis yobot's BOOTY!" Apparently he was battling a robot and thought he had the upper hand. I love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1739311483365217123?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1739311483365217123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1739311483365217123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1739311483365217123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1739311483365217123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-alex-you-always-know-how-to-make-me.html' title='But who&apos;s counting??'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7834557707389003305</id><published>2007-11-16T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:06:12.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; What was your first “real” job?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I worked as a dishwasher when I was 14, but that only lasted a couple of months. I assume that's a 'real' job, it had a paycheck--that was all that mattered to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete this sentence:  I am embarrassed when…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's revealed that I don't/can't keep up with current events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What values did your parents instill in you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never too late to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 fads from your teenage years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gangsta' rap. Teen dance club nights. All basketball shoes were named after a b-ball player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7834557707389003305?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7834557707389003305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7834557707389003305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7834557707389003305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7834557707389003305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/fridays-feast.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feast'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-724982117346367915</id><published>2007-11-15T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:49:02.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in the night</title><content type='html'>"Tomorrow is hotdog day!"   &lt;br /&gt;                                        -Alex, talking to Athan from the top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Tomorrow is Saturday."&lt;br /&gt;                                        -Athan, responding to Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The "tomorrow" they were debating was today, Thursday.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-724982117346367915?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/724982117346367915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=724982117346367915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/724982117346367915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/724982117346367915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/overheard-in-night.html' title='Overheard in the night'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2365037681266451302</id><published>2007-11-13T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:45:09.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwritten note from Ambrose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rzp2nU75aGI/AAAAAAAAABc/4PCw5geNDHc/s1600-h/ambrosenote001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rzp2nU75aGI/AAAAAAAAABc/4PCw5geNDHc/s320/ambrosenote001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132545143349012578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's okay--he DID say "Love" before "Hate." AND he finished the letter with a "Love Ambrose." I think he was just trying to put his frustrations of the day into words, which is great. This stems from him being upset that I had him stay in his room for his quiet time--sometimes it's tough being 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2365037681266451302?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2365037681266451302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2365037681266451302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2365037681266451302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2365037681266451302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/ummmthank-you.html' title='Handwritten note from Ambrose.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rzp2nU75aGI/AAAAAAAAABc/4PCw5geNDHc/s72-c/ambrosenote001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1204051914877745695</id><published>2007-11-13T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:40:55.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ambrose attended his 1st 'school friend' birthday party this past Saturday. I stayed to help Anthony's mom with 16(!) 5-6 year olds--and also to make sure Ambrose could handle the situation. He seemed to have a blast, but later in the day Jesse asked him if he had a good time, he answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, if you call getting pushed down 11 times FUN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-1204051914877745695?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1204051914877745695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1204051914877745695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1204051914877745695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1204051914877745695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/ambrose-attended-his-1st-school-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8346075992303542138</id><published>2007-11-09T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:57:39.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is from &lt;a href="http://www.fridaysfeast.com"&gt;Friday Feast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appetizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which snack do you like to get when you go to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Popcorn. Although when I was in high school (and didn't care about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; prices), I always got Goobers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What year did you start using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was 2000-ish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your first name in Pig Latin? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;achel-Ray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you are picky about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loading the dishwasher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks:  I ____  ____ yesterday and I ____  ____ today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't run&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8346075992303542138?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8346075992303542138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8346075992303542138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8346075992303542138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8346075992303542138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-feast.html' title='Friday Feast'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4791242042506253942</id><published>2007-07-21T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:22:49.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lived to tell about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/RqIjgXN-sBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-J_SfeYdL_s/s1600-h/harrypotter005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/RqIjgXN-sBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-J_SfeYdL_s/s320/harrypotter005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089669567777517586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I survived my second Harry Potter Release Party! It was an exciting night with LOTS of HP fans. I was in charge of "Pictures with Harry" and also the costume contest--Snape won and an adorable Rita Skeeter (she was only 8 years old) was the runner up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the activities, I cashiered--CRAZY cashiered! It's an adrenaline rush to ring up over a thousand people who had waited for HOURS to buy/see/touch the HP book. In case you are wondering (with tax) "your book comes to $22.25, if you are a member it's $20.02."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Here's a shout out to April, Liz, Danielle, Billy, Joanna, and Kelly for visiting me last night--hope you liked your pictures! Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4791242042506253942?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4791242042506253942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4791242042506253942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4791242042506253942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4791242042506253942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-survived-my-second-harry-potter.html' title='I lived to tell about it'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/RqIjgXN-sBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-J_SfeYdL_s/s72-c/harrypotter005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-4594754074951780883</id><published>2007-07-15T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:34:50.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's funny comes from Alex</title><content type='html'>"I no yonger a hungy man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alex's response when asked if he was done with his lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-4594754074951780883?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4594754074951780883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=4594754074951780883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4594754074951780883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/4594754074951780883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-funny-comes-from-alex.html' title='Today&apos;s funny comes from Alex'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-5233675568019196973</id><published>2007-07-13T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:26:44.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do they come up with this stuff?</title><content type='html'>My kids never cease to amaze me with their imaginations. For example, this morning Ambrose was dancing around the living room singing an 'original' Scooby Doo song. When he noticed me observing him, he said, "You see, I'm a movie director for Scooby Doo and I'm working on a new song." See what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-5233675568019196973?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5233675568019196973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=5233675568019196973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5233675568019196973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5233675568019196973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-do-they-come-up-with-this-stuff.html' title='Where do they come up with this stuff?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-1012168142386507823</id><published>2007-07-12T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:47:23.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest blogger: Ambrose (5 years old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you want to hear a joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing a gorilla learns at school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His Ape-B-Cs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ready for another joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of ape lives in a gym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gympanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the last monkey one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What kind of monkey can fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hot-air baboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's another animal joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do elephants have trunks?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd look silly with suitcases on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like to hear another joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do vegetables give each other when they get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion rings.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the animals go into Noah's Ark in pairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the worms went in apples.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2714564577438807438-1012168142386507823?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1012168142386507823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=1012168142386507823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1012168142386507823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/1012168142386507823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/guest-blogger-ambrose-5-years-old.html' title='Guest blogger: Ambrose (5 years old)'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-5524576926722922287</id><published>2007-06-26T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:09:34.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Be careful' taking advice</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I had a stamping class at our house. As usual, I was hurrying to get my supplies prepared and the house presentable. In the midst of the chaos I remembered a 'tip' for cleaning up in a hurry--if you have dishes on the counter, just stick them in the oven. "Brilliant! That will save me from having to unload and load the dishwasher!" I stuck them in and forgot all about them, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(since it's Summer, we rarely bake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today--I had made lunch for the boys and was anticipating my own lunch of leftovers from our date last night, so I started the oven. About 10 minutes later, the boys were done and tearing through the house and I saw that I hadn't put in my lunch yet. I opened the oven and...you guessed, there were my dishes!--all nice and 'toasty.' There were some Pfaltzgraft dishes, a soup pot, a casserole dish, and a big rubbermaid bowl. Which one do you think couldn't take the heat?! I REALLY wish we had a digital camera so I could show you the result of baking a plastic bowl. Anyone have a advice for getting melted plastic off your oven??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-5524576926722922287?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5524576926722922287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=5524576926722922287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5524576926722922287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5524576926722922287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-careful-taking-advice.html' title='&apos;Be careful&apos; taking advice'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7096765394653387099</id><published>2007-06-19T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:58:20.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight's funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jesse &amp;amp; Rachel are cleaning up after dinner)&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: This dining room is disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Wonder why?! (as Athan throws a half eaten carrot across the room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7096765394653387099?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7096765394653387099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7096765394653387099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7096765394653387099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7096765394653387099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/tonights-funny-jesse-rachel-are.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8909545510437770402</id><published>2007-06-18T12:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:44:58.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rnay2qpLNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nak_p7TZlH8/s1600-h/Summer+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rnay2qpLNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nak_p7TZlH8/s320/Summer+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077442282136483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the boys enjoying the summer. We were at Meijer Gardens where the boys learned about how chocolate is made and saw real cacao trees. Ambrose's favorite was the jungle green house--he was thrilled with the enormous leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the cute little one in the orange is our friend, Caden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8909545510437770402?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8909545510437770402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8909545510437770402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8909545510437770402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8909545510437770402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/Rnay2qpLNyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nak_p7TZlH8/s72-c/Summer+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8509316463814214692</id><published>2007-06-15T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:13:26.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've enjoyed this week</title><content type='html'>Whenever Friday rolls around, I reflect on all the good things over the past 5 weekdays. This week, there were some great times shared with family, friends, and alone--some included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Strawberry picking--all 5 of us went picking and returned with 20 pounds of berries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Strawberry eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visiting various parks--I try to take the boys to several different parks each week. It's fun to watch them progress in their social &amp; physical skills--and equally as nice to tire them out for naptime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stamping class--I taught a class last night in our home; we made Father's Day gifts &amp;amp; cards. I enjoy teaching and am so glad that I'm back into stamping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wine + husband--Jesse and I frequently open a bottle of wine after the boys are in bed. We've been married almost 8 years and are still crazy about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Daydreaming--speaks for itself, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-8509316463814214692?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8509316463814214692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8509316463814214692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8509316463814214692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8509316463814214692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ive-enjoyed-this-week.html' title='What I&apos;ve enjoyed this week'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-7306295912528412459</id><published>2007-06-12T09:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:53:44.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up so fast</title><content type='html'>8am this morning--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I really need some coffee&lt;br /&gt;Athan: Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, he really meant it. He is the 3rd biggest coffee drinker in our house--and he's only 2! He'll drink it hot, cold, sweetened, black, anyway he can get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-7306295912528412459?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7306295912528412459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=7306295912528412459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7306295912528412459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/7306295912528412459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/they-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='They grow up so fast'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-8482727538861743176</id><published>2007-05-24T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:14:22.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a better life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesse has been reading Barbara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kingsoler's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780060852559&amp;amp;itm=1"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life&lt;/a&gt;, and when you are married to someone reading a book--it 'almost' counts as you reading it yourself. It has challenged us to question our eating habits, where our food originates and what happens to it along the way. I have seen daily evidence of my struggle with this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's baby steps for us; we've lived a lifestyle similar to many Americans not giving a second thought to our food and it's direct effects.  I decided that we are going to buy our bread fresh and local (or make it ourselves when we have the time--in 5 years maybe). Yesterday, the boys and I trekked half a mile to the bakery, walking (not relying on oil)--another lifestyle change. It was wonderful. I got the exercise I'd been trying to find the time for, we got fresh baked (cheaper than the grocery store!) bread, waved at EVERY car and neighbor we passed by, and enjoyed everything seeing the things we usually zoom past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these choices that will hopefully create, what every parent wants, a better life for our children. We would love for them to slow down, enjoy life, and spread love to everyone around them. The bakery trip was our first and will now be included in our weekly activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/2714564577438807438-8482727538861743176?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8482727538861743176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=8482727538861743176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8482727538861743176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/8482727538861743176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/better-life.html' title='a better life'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-5403364166174377154</id><published>2007-04-20T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:30:41.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sightings</title><content type='html'>Our family was walking into church on Sunday and a guy with long brown hair and goatee was holding the door for us. Our troop walked through thanking him as we passed--Alex was the last one. When he passed the gentlemen, he looked up with a big grin and said "Thanks Jesus!" Of course...why wouldn't he expect to see Jesus opening the door to welcome him to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sighting:&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to the movies and in the lobby Alex started pointing and trying to get my attention. He pulled on my arm and said "Me! Me! (his name for mom) uh Jesus!!" I look over to where he's pointing and see a life-size cut out of Capt. Jack Sparrow. I had to break his heart and tell him "Baby, that's a pirate."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-5403364166174377154?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5403364166174377154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=5403364166174377154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5403364166174377154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/5403364166174377154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/sightings.html' title='Sightings'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2714564577438807438.post-2529670347328323380</id><published>2007-04-12T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:34:45.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've arrived...</title><content type='html'>Whew, I just flew in from xanga and boy are my (insert humerous computer piece here) tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2714564577438807438-2529670347328323380?l=hillmangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2529670347328323380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2714564577438807438&amp;postID=2529670347328323380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2529670347328323380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2714564577438807438/posts/default/2529670347328323380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillmangirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-arrived.html' title='I&apos;ve arrived...'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316002823239699724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0r7Ar-57ydA/SKsE8KzPPmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YTLedZd5woc/S220/IMG_1720.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
