<?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-5993449551055437486</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:39:14.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Areharts Batter Up!</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to our family blog.  We created this to keep track of our little sluggers and to stay in touch with family and friends.  Why the sports theme?  As my husband says..."Yankees Rule" and it's a part of our family's tradition.  We hope you enjoy.  Thanks for stopping by...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6320307179705998262</id><published>2008-10-25T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:22:47.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night with Chase</title><content type='html'>Friday night, Chase and I went to the dollar show and saw Space Monkeys. We rarely get out just the two of us so we were both pretty excited. We stopped off and bought the candy - then got our popcorn and soda at the show. As we sat down, I looked over - little him sitting in this big theater seat that looked as if he could be swallowed by it at any moment (ha)... I whisphered, "&lt;em&gt;hey if you ever feel like coming over and seating with me you can&lt;/em&gt;".. He says "REALLY.. CAN I?" He was so excited and plopped right into my lap. I figured it would last all of 5 minutes. Instead we sat that way the entire show. It was so nice to sit together... to hug and hold him. We laughed a lot. What a fun night. I think we both needed it. It's amazing how life changes from 1 to 2 kids. I wish I could dedicate more one-on-one moments like these. Upon leaving, Chase said..."Mom, I love you" ... (wow~that was all I needed to hear). What's that commercial? .... movie $2, candy $4, spending an evening eating bad popcorn and enjoying a cheap kids flick with your son... PRICELESS. Sign me up for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6320307179705998262?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6320307179705998262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6320307179705998262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6320307179705998262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6320307179705998262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night with Chase'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6768245321644963163</id><published>2008-10-18T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:29:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQVEKuoztoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aXSXSlOqU8w/s1600-h/Fall+2008-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686690760865410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQVEKuoztoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aXSXSlOqU8w/s200/Fall+2008-047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe it? Where has this year gone? Let's see, she stands up on her own and walks guided by furniture. She loves baths, grabbing the phone or remote and always my keys. Her favorite toy is Dolly - a little stuffed doll particularly at nap time. She just started waving bye-bye and gives wet open mouth kisses. She says momma, dada, Tase (for Chase), 'all done', down, bath, BaBa (bottle). She is a constant imitator. Favorite foods are blueberries, bread, cheese, and prunes (I can't open the package fast enough...ha-ha). She's not fond of veggies so we sneak those in wherever we can. She prefers drinking from the glass and almost refuses a sippy...ugh. She's loves books and turning pages... always reaching for the same ones... 'Baby Faces' and 'I Can'.  She loves music and we'll catch her dancing in the living room. She sleeps through the night finally (that took a while). She's a daddy's girl and lights up when he walks through the door. It's so sweet to hear how loud she laughs with Pete. She loves Chase and always calls for him. They like to roll around the floor together and he's always helping and teaching her things. Although he cannot figure out why he can't toss her up in the air and wrestle with her on the floor yet. ha-ha... there's plenty of time for that I'm sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6768245321644963163?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6768245321644963163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6768245321644963163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6768245321644963163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6768245321644963163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-whos-10-months.html' title='10 months already'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQVEKuoztoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/aXSXSlOqU8w/s72-c/Fall+2008-047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1213685574848585124</id><published>2008-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:46:08.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZ2VxUUwBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0fafZB6_Jg0/s1600-h/Fall+2008-294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262023331016917010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZ2VxUUwBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0fafZB6_Jg0/s200/Fall+2008-294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZ2VxUUwBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0fafZB6_Jg0/s1600-h/Fall+2008-294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZ2VxUUwBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0fafZB6_Jg0/s1600-h/Fall+2008-294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met our friends Sandy and her son Cole at the pumpkin patch. This place is just down the street from our house. Lots of fun for the kids. We got quite a workout that day trying to keep up with them two. Where one went, the other was sure to follow. It was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1213685574848585124?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1213685574848585124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1213685574848585124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1213685574848585124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1213685574848585124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/10/daniels-farm.html' title='Daniel&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZ2VxUUwBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0fafZB6_Jg0/s72-c/Fall+2008-294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-399669170511308471</id><published>2008-10-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:37:45.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theis Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-9PFpXYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1McBrva0_KM/s1600-h/Fall+2008-180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261680961395449218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-9PFpXYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1McBrva0_KM/s200/Fall+2008-180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids to Theis Farms again this year. It's one of our favorites. They have a lot of activities for kids like hay mazes and hayrides but Chase preferred to spend most of his time on the "Pirate Ship"...&lt;em&gt;Argh!&lt;/em&gt; Reece was just happy to be outside with all the kids playing. Fun day but was it hot! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-rDgZnTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I8LsKWDaGIQ/s1600-h/Fall+2008-177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-q4Y07pI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JhRPKOz974g/s1600-h/Fall+2008-173.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-rDgZnTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I8LsKWDaGIQ/s1600-h/Fall+2008-177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-rDgZnTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I8LsKWDaGIQ/s1600-h/Fall+2008-177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-399669170511308471?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/399669170511308471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=399669170511308471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/399669170511308471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/399669170511308471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/10/theis-farms_26.html' title='Theis Farms'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU-9PFpXYI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1McBrva0_KM/s72-c/Fall+2008-180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4046275682472973607</id><published>2008-09-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:20:29.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Camp Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU5UggEbbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WfGnnc-HACE/s1600-h/Fall+2008-083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a camp theme - end of summer playdate in the backyard. While no s'mores (I was too nervous to light up the fire pit) I did borrow my neighbors huge tent ~ thanks again Dawn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang camp songs, made a 'camp craft', brought out the playdoh and had an impromptu pizza party in the basement. The kids had fun - even the big kids like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU04QSTyyI/AAAAAAAAAek/J48j8CCpCKg/s1600-h/Fall+2008-073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU10KXPkiI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2-sjRqq_j0s/s1600-h/Fall+2008-089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670909903606306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU10KXPkiI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2-sjRqq_j0s/s200/Fall+2008-089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU23GWvKtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/b1CdAZornZI/s1600-h/Fall+2008-078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672059878976210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU23GWvKtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/b1CdAZornZI/s200/Fall+2008-078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU3gFsBRJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qtb475qlbXY/s1600-h/Fall+2008-073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261672764074443922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU3gFsBRJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qtb475qlbXY/s200/Fall+2008-073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU3gFsBRJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qtb475qlbXY/s1600-h/Fall+2008-073.jpg"&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/5993449551055437486-4046275682472973607?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4046275682472973607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4046275682472973607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4046275682472973607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4046275682472973607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-summer-camp-playdate.html' title='Backyard Camp Out'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQU10KXPkiI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2-sjRqq_j0s/s72-c/Fall+2008-089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6550430978681541533</id><published>2008-09-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:32:43.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pizza Day</title><content type='html'>Picked Chase up from preschool today and he was excited to tell me... "Guess what mom we made Apple Pizza today! Can we make it at home?" ... "Maybe - what's the recipe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok here goes. First you do a biscuit and smaaasssssh it in the front. Flip it over and smaaasssh it in the back. Add some cinnamon. Chop apples into little pieces and spinkle over pizza. Put it in the oven and go play outside. That's it. Then you play outside again. It tastes yummy mom and very awesome .. you'll like it a lot!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look for recipes with "go play outside" don't you? (ha-ha)  We're suppose to go apple picking this weekend at Eckerts with Angie &amp;amp; Steve.  Now we have something delish to make when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6550430978681541533?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6550430978681541533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6550430978681541533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6550430978681541533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6550430978681541533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/09/apple-pizza-day.html' title='Apple Pizza Day'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6114284156771507486</id><published>2008-09-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:33:31.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faust Park Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUoOVnTRFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7wIgeC7hOYU/s1600-h/Fall+2008-037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655966437557330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUoOVnTRFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7wIgeC7hOYU/s200/Fall+2008-037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUkaXB_hiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JbM4F_IPH3E/s1600-h/Fall+2008-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261651774929864226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUkaXB_hiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JbM4F_IPH3E/s200/Fall+2008-015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUauZEhHLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8dnHsdY40gE/s1600-h/Fall+2008-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261641123958430898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUauZEhHLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8dnHsdY40gE/s200/Fall+2008-009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUkEotsFKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/x-PxfyWyEUc/s1600-h/Fall+2008-037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUkyJuZT7I/AAAAAAAAAds/t08QIdkugmg/s1600-h/Fall+2008-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652183674867634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUkyJuZT7I/AAAAAAAAAds/t08QIdkugmg/s200/Fall+2008-017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken at Faust Park during their Folk &amp;amp; Arts Festival. They opened up the historic homes in the village and we got to tour them. Chase was like a sponge and seemed eager to learn about the old days. We went inside a T-P, churned butter, wrote our names with feather and ink, saw a blacksmith working in the barn, and met a gypsy. The playground and free carousel rides were the main highlights ofcourse...ha. It was a fun afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6114284156771507486?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6114284156771507486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6114284156771507486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6114284156771507486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6114284156771507486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/09/faust-park-festival.html' title='Faust Park Festival'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUoOVnTRFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7wIgeC7hOYU/s72-c/Fall+2008-037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-489637526613086110</id><published>2008-09-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:45:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Party</title><content type='html'>This was Reece's first Halloween Party...ha. Our moms group has one each year and all the kiddies dress up. I have a costume for her but it was too hot to wear that day. Chase in his spiderman attire was running around the whole time and very excited to be there. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZsPTymoYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QEAptvRP25c/s1600-h/Fall+2008-242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012224895361410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZsPTymoYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QEAptvRP25c/s200/Fall+2008-242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZsuRAoFvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VVDdcfvDGSg/s1600-h/Fall+2008-263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012756724815602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZsuRAoFvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VVDdcfvDGSg/s200/Fall+2008-263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-489637526613086110?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/489637526613086110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=489637526613086110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/489637526613086110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/489637526613086110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-party.html' title='Fall Party'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQZsPTymoYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QEAptvRP25c/s72-c/Fall+2008-242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6102208556261468136</id><published>2008-09-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:16:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of spaghetti all covered was ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUhqf96h-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/K9NaCKfh3JY/s1600-h/Fall+2008-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648753671702498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUhqf96h-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/K9NaCKfh3JY/s200/Fall+2008-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUheFT7hTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PuSTNTuK-xY/s1600-h/Fall+2008-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648540357854514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUheFT7hTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PuSTNTuK-xY/s200/Fall+2008-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Reece's first taste of spaghetti. I was going to cut it up and help feed it to her but decided to give her the bowl to have fun with instead... and that she did! Spaghetti - Spaghetti everywhere Spaghetti... in her diaper, ears, you name it.  It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6102208556261468136?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6102208556261468136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6102208556261468136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6102208556261468136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6102208556261468136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-top-of-spaghetti-all-covered-with.html' title='On top of spaghetti all covered was ME'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SQUhqf96h-I/AAAAAAAAAc8/K9NaCKfh3JY/s72-c/Fall+2008-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1986938583828209246</id><published>2008-08-30T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:03:06.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLq85it7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/YN8w20bjsaI/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240513948928882610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLq85it7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/YN8w20bjsaI/s200/Superman+Chase-079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1. Stand on the bed while pulling covers up towards headboard. This may seem awkward at first but trust me it works!&lt;br /&gt;#2. Once you're hit the pillows sit down and take a break. Now make sure everything's pulled up nice and neat.&lt;br /&gt;#3. This is important - Hang off the bed to pull that last bit of cover over but try not to fall.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Use a decorative pillow to complete the look or any toy like a Spiderman will do. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrNRoSfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2lqk8JTOgCM/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240513953324878322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrNRoSfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2lqk8JTOgCM/s200/Superman+Chase-082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrK7zQqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9qT8FQswkZ8/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240513952696451746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrK7zQqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9qT8FQswkZ8/s200/Superman+Chase-085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrNRoSfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2lqk8JTOgCM/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLrNRoSfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2lqk8JTOgCM/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLre_2DMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cnj28WIgRK0/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240513958082120898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLre_2DMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cnj28WIgRK0/s200/Superman+Chase-088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1986938583828209246?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1986938583828209246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1986938583828209246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1986938583828209246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1986938583828209246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/instructions-on-making-your-bed.html' title='How to make a bed'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoLq85it7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/YN8w20bjsaI/s72-c/Superman+Chase-079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-406516791273775183</id><published>2008-08-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:05:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjdr6Qb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ax5zD5P6V_c/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240181912887879058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjdr6Qb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ax5zD5P6V_c/s200/Superman+Chase-160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjX9SNUd8I/AAAAAAAAAas/JfNKErISNHo/s1600-h/Superman+Chase-159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175614305269698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjX9SNUd8I/AAAAAAAAAas/JfNKErISNHo/s200/Superman+Chase-159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SUPERMAN CHASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240181266091731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjdGQwN6RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6meSQ-EV0JM/s200/Superman+Chase-165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with their bare hands and has powers far beyond those of mortal men&lt;/em&gt;? You guessed it (ha-ha). I spotted some inexpensive play clothes at a resale event last week (spiderman, superman and power rangers). Chase was very excited to say the least. Here are the pics of one of his favorite outfits. We had to do several takes since I'm not THAT fast at taking pictures and he wanted to be sure I caught him "in flight". &lt;em&gt;Go Superman! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-406516791273775183?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/406516791273775183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=406516791273775183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/406516791273775183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/406516791273775183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/superman-chase-to-rescue.html' title='It&apos;s a Bird, It&apos;s a Plane, It&apos;s...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLjdr6Qb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ax5zD5P6V_c/s72-c/Superman+Chase-160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-932995694237901584</id><published>2008-08-20T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:51:47.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our surprise visit</title><content type='html'>My friend Kristina stopped by as we were bringing in groceries. She was patrolling the park behind us. Kristina is an amazing person, mom of 3 and a great friend. She also works for the police department. Kristina invited Chase into her patrol car. Chase was eager to turn on the sirens, flash the overhead lights, listen to the radio and ask lots of questions. He was also offered a junior badge which he proudly wore for days afterwards. He even slept with it on and snuck it into his pocket before heading to preschool. He had to show his teachers right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before our visit was over, Chase ran into the house and grabbed some granola bars, raisins, and yogurt bites snacks. Then he raced out and was eager to give them to Kristina, her kids Adriana &amp;amp; Andrew (sorry Joey), and to all the other policeman at the police station..."Please make sure they get it he said." "Can I ride with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kristina. (Ha-Ha) That was a great visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-932995694237901584?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/932995694237901584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=932995694237901584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/932995694237901584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/932995694237901584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-friend-kristina-stopped-by-as-she.html' title='Our surprise visit'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2342376072026540736</id><published>2008-08-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:37:46.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the park</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Creve Coure Park, packed a lunch, and had a picnic.  Chase also ran around the water sprinklers and played with friends he met on the playground. I put both kids in those little swings. It was so fun to tickle and swing them both at the same time. Reece and Chase were laughing so loud. Chase likes it when I do the underdog so he swings high and Reece was just having a great time being there watching big brother. It was a special day and one that made me reflect. I'm thankful to have the opportunity to stay at home with them and spend these moments together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2342376072026540736?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2342376072026540736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2342376072026540736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2342376072026540736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2342376072026540736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-at-park.html' title='A day at the park'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3351106250642791330</id><published>2008-08-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:00:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months</title><content type='html'>She's 8 months today. Where does the time go? Let's see - she crawls, stood up a few times and has officially graduated from her swing, bouncy seat and big high chair. Those went away this weekend. She's also not too crazy about baby food and would rather eat the real stuff. Tonight she ate grilled chicken, steamed green beans, pureed carrots, and noodles. It's funny to see her self feed. She slowly takes her first finger and thumb to pick each food up. It goes to her mouth but then she hasn't quite grasped the whole letting go of the food once it makes it there (ha-ha). She's working on it though and we make little applauses each time. Favorite foods: Watermelon, canteloupe and peaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very vocal these days. She has perfected Da Da and loves saying it when Pete's around. She's also energetic and determined when she focused in on a must-have item. Almost jumps from my arms...she's strong. She's in a (only wants mom) stage as well. I admit a part of me loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is a super big helper and loves to feed her, bring diapers, toys and will sneak in those tickle-her-belly-with-his-nose-moments any chance he gets. Big laughs from both! His last day of what we call summer school (Mom's Day Out) is Thursday and next month he will start preschool 3 days a week. I miss him when he's gone 1 day a week. How will I get through 3?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3351106250642791330?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3351106250642791330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3351106250642791330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3351106250642791330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3351106250642791330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/8-months.html' title='8 months'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-7071335847563245183</id><published>2008-08-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:05:21.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Bug Light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We came back from Rend Lake this weekend from a mini annual trip with the Schwents. We were nervous taking Reece on the boat so, Pete &amp;amp; I each took shifts staying back. I can't wait for the day where we can all go together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIu9Q4SkaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aXCmrTPWhZM/s1600-h/Chase+ski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238300946623271330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIu9Q4SkaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aXCmrTPWhZM/s200/Chase+ski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase has no fear of the water and loved to swim, jump, and play ball with cousin Austin, Uncle Danny and Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill even took him to the playground when he wasn't feeling well...thank you. Uncle Danny let Chase drive his boat but was a miss when he failed to show up with a piece of chocolate like he usually does (ha-ha). The whole weekend Chase was sure to ask "&lt;em&gt;Where's my special treat you always give me Uncle Danny&lt;/em&gt;"? We even heard it on the way home..."&lt;em&gt;since Uncle Danny didn't bring me a special treat, how about you give me&lt;/em&gt; ..." He's got a good memory I must say and is quite the negotiator at 4. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIvwwA4ujI/AAAAAAAAAVs/a1COaEnI_pc/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238301831154154034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIvwwA4ujI/AAAAAAAAAVs/a1COaEnI_pc/s200/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us went skiing including myself who took 4 spills before getting up. I couldn't believe how nervous I was and why I couldn't just bounce up like I did when I was 20 (who knew). Chase told me even though I fell, I still won the competition. Awww...thanks hunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Mommy what's a BUG LIGHT?" This after hearing Aunt Angie asking Danny to pass her a 'Bud Light'..."It's a light for bugs hunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about a boat nearby. "Mommy what's a party boat?" "It's a boat where they have birthday parties Chase." "Can we have a birthday party on our boat? Uncle Danny can we??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story was being told ...."There's always one fat drunk guy in the group who has to sing... and he just kept singing!!" I shall remain nameless on who quoted it but you know who you are...(wink). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIvxHgkZ9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/A9iiZCLlDsk/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIxolbkkHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UI_WPPB8lTI/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238303889897590898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIxolbkkHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UI_WPPB8lTI/s200/IMG_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Tisha loved her time too especially when Uncle Bill was playing his guitar. The look in her eyes was priceless. She was like a deer in headlights stopping for several minutes...just in awe. Chase was oblivious to it as he was making some dance moves of his own. All the while, Aunt Glenda smiling and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-7071335847563245183?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/7071335847563245183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=7071335847563245183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7071335847563245183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7071335847563245183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/mommy-whats-bug-light.html' title='What&apos;s a Bug Light?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLIu9Q4SkaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aXCmrTPWhZM/s72-c/Chase+ski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2812299504968917030</id><published>2008-08-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:26:27.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that in the tub?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD-63155KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G-M_UwvWjbU/s1600-h/Pictures-138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233463054380426402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD-63155KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G-M_UwvWjbU/s200/Pictures-138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD4xqF82AI/AAAAAAAAAPM/q-HP_8ofDbU/s1600-h/Pictures-112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD4hhUr5AI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pX3JlHsgi0M/s1600-h/Pictures-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233456021769020418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD4hhUr5AI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pX3JlHsgi0M/s200/Pictures-110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It happened. Reece made her first little 'floaty' in the tub tonight. How did I miss the signs? Ugh! She was very happy after that and was eager to discover her new &lt;em&gt;bath toy&lt;/em&gt;? She kept trying to play with it. Some pictures of Chase and Reece taken a couple weeks ago. This was Reece's first discovery of the ducky tub (it used to be Chase's). Chase was happy to join in and wants to take a bath with her all the time now. Thank goodness it wasn't tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2812299504968917030?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2812299504968917030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2812299504968917030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2812299504968917030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2812299504968917030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-that-in-tub.html' title='What&apos;s that in the tub?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD-63155KI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G-M_UwvWjbU/s72-c/Pictures-138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8409586389602938755</id><published>2008-08-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:31:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington County Fair</title><content type='html'>Pictures from the Fair this weekend... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEIRUWjpFI/AAAAAAAAARk/lHR0SU_T4LM/s1600-h/Pictures-184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKELsonQslI/AAAAAAAAASE/dB7U6x37BiY/s1600-h/Pictures-165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKELg3xy31I/AAAAAAAAAR8/flL6UyfMO2U/s1600-h/Pictures-165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEb2Ty3kkI/AAAAAAAAATs/dnGIItNhk8k/s1600-h/Pictures-191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233494861821743682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEb2Ty3kkI/AAAAAAAAATs/dnGIItNhk8k/s200/Pictures-191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEMnArmw6I/AAAAAAAAASU/rV7DPolA_f4/s1600-h/Pictures-146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233478106318554018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEMnArmw6I/AAAAAAAAASU/rV7DPolA_f4/s200/Pictures-146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEbbq3D4AI/AAAAAAAAATk/dJSQP_t0p3s/s1600-h/Pictures-180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase mastered a driving course and got his first driver's license (ha-ha). He was proud to show it off. We loved this fair. Washington is a cute town with beautiful scenic roads. We'll definitely be back. When asking Chase &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEiq7v1mOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SUcAE7lBPHc/s1600-h/Pictures-151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233502362969413858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEiq7v1mOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SUcAE7lBPHc/s200/Pictures-151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what his favorite ride was...&lt;strong&gt;"All of Them!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEG9Ke6WqI/AAAAAAAAARE/aS5PFimCyO0/s1600-h/Pictures-154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233471889837021858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEG9Ke6WqI/AAAAAAAAARE/aS5PFimCyO0/s200/Pictures-154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8409586389602938755?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8409586389602938755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8409586389602938755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8409586389602938755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8409586389602938755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/county-fair.html' title='Washington County Fair'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEb2Ty3kkI/AAAAAAAAATs/dnGIItNhk8k/s72-c/Pictures-191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8350882307931733998</id><published>2008-08-07T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:09:09.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>Saw the movie last night with Amy. Wow!! It was so good. I was this close &lt; to dancing in the aisle. It's about a daughter getting married and the music in it was AMAZING. Plus the scenery was spectacular. Music really moves us all doesn't it! Chase, Reece and I love to turn up the stereo and dance around the living room. Chase is very theatrical in his moves... it's so funny. There was one scene in the movie where she asked her mom to help her get dressed the morning of her wedding. Very touching scene I cried. It reminded me of Reece and the beautiful bond between a mother and daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8350882307931733998?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8350882307931733998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8350882307931733998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8350882307931733998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8350882307931733998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4467951198082543563</id><published>2008-08-05T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:04:34.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to speed</title><content type='html'>I went back to my moms groups and carried over some previous postings involving the kids. So glad to have them. Some go back to 2005. It almost felt like I was journaling and well, I guess I am. I look forward to posting new events and adding some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4467951198082543563?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4467951198082543563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4467951198082543563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4467951198082543563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4467951198082543563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-to-speed.html' title='Up to speed'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-5902102993315059687</id><published>2008-08-04T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:13:53.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Hey...another post! (ha-ha) I sent out an announcement of our family's blog. Hi guys~I've started a family blog. FINALLY! This is for several reasons. One - I'm horrible at keeping up with the journals and scrapbooking so this is truly the next best thing. Two - I want those beautiful babes of ours to know how much we loved and cherished the moments we have with them. Hopefully the internet will still be around when they're able to look back on it...ha-ha... Last but not least, we have many loved ones in various parts of the country and ya' all keep moving on us! We hope this is way to keep in touch while providing a few updates. So here it goes as I nervously unvale it. Let's just say at the end of the day, my creativity is zapped!!! Hopefully you get the just of it. &lt;a title="http://arehart4.blogspot.com/" href="http://arehart4.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://arehart4.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Love you guys and don't forget to bookmark this site. I'll probably get some kind of internet award for it some day. Ha-Ha --- NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-5902102993315059687?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/5902102993315059687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=5902102993315059687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5902102993315059687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5902102993315059687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1554712461610630231</id><published>2008-08-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:15:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Crawling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD_8mm7koI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0v52spb0qpQ/s1600-h/Pictures-132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233464183625585282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD_8mm7koI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0v52spb0qpQ/s200/Pictures-132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our babies are growing....&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Reece made the big swing the arm up high and crawled 3-4 (steps?) movements with a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ..."What did I just do? Wow, that was neat!"... &lt;/span&gt;look. We were all pretty excited and big brother came rushing in from the kitchen to see it...ha-ha. I can't believe how fast this time is going which is why I am long overdue in starting this blog. I want to remember the moments and I need to write it down. Reece has her 2 front bottom teeth, is sitting up... self feeds, eagerly grabbing the spoon to take over. She's a thinker that girl. It's amazing to see the look in her eyes when she's figuring things out. I'm constantly in awe at how much and at what speed a 7 month old can carry out. If only my brain would operate that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is growing up every day and it's so beautiful to see the two of them together. He is such a wonderful big brother. He's always looking out for her, entertaining her, loving her and the laughter between them makes my heart melt. He's been very active this summer with his first swim lessons and first T-Ball games. He's big on practicing his writing lately. Letters, numbers and coloring pictures within the lines. Afterwards, he likes to staple the pages to make a book. Then tells me he's going to work now. Gives me a kiss and says, "I'll see you later mom. I'll bring you a surprise when I come home." Which is usually a piece of paper or some candy...ha-ha. I love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Chase went to the baseball field while Pete was playing baseball. Pete's team won the game and they celebrated with icecream later. Can you say "Butter Pecan"? Family favorite for them. Like father like son. Pete and Chase really enjoy their time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...Pete and I went to the casino last night to celebrate Sonny Bourbon's B-day. It had been several months since Pete and I have had an official "date night" and it was some much needed fun time together. We had a blast and I especially enjoyed winning $250 at Blackjack baby! I was on a roll ~woo-hoo~ and didn't want to leave. &lt;em&gt;You know it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that concludes the first post. Hopefully many more to come. We're headed to Rend Lake in a couple weeks for a mini-family reunion. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1554712461610630231?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1554712461610630231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1554712461610630231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1554712461610630231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1554712461610630231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-crawling.html' title='She Crawling!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKD_8mm7koI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0v52spb0qpQ/s72-c/Pictures-132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1278210742679136322</id><published>2008-07-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:59:17.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ1C7i7QHxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nLJ_x_xmEJE/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232411932829425426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ1C7i7QHxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nLJ_x_xmEJE/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ1CL689VpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/R8QorWXiGqM/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232411114645313170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ1CL689VpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/R8QorWXiGqM/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pete was on a 3 week business trip and during this time our good friends Donnie, Roberta and Heather invited us to drive back to Ohio with them so we could each visit our families. Thanks to Heather's patience, Donnie's planning, and Roberta's goody bag the kids did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is 3 generations of Letitias. Great Aunt Tisha with the white hair (as Chase calls her) Aunt Tisha (my wonderful sister-in-law) and our Little Tisha Reece. We had fun and spent lots of time with Grammy and Pap Pap.  Some highlights were paddle-boating with Grandma at Ogleby, riding with Pappy on the lawn mower, dives, flips &amp;amp; icecreams pops at the pool, playing in the backyard with cousins Emily &amp;amp; Katie, seeing our nephew crawl for the first time, and Little Tisha meeting more of Pete's family. It was a great trip but we really missed Pete. Prepare for fun when visiting Ohio. Grandma &amp;amp; Pap Pap - you're the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1278210742679136322?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1278210742679136322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1278210742679136322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1278210742679136322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1278210742679136322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohio.html' title='OHIO'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ1C7i7QHxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nLJ_x_xmEJE/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8233257959711800845</id><published>2008-07-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:00:27.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She has teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJOPdZpBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vECIsgLVEj4/s1600-h/Pictures-201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233831744455115970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJOPdZpBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vECIsgLVEj4/s200/Pictures-201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually 2....the bottom front ones. I discovered them today as she was drinking from a glass and I heard them tap the cup. She's at such a fun age right now. She's imitating us. She's so strong and active. Gets up on all 4s and rocks. She'll then scoot backwards. She's all over the place. Have really had to baby proof things...ha-ha I'm so excited. She's over 1/2 year old already. Time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8233257959711800845?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8233257959711800845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8233257959711800845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8233257959711800845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8233257959711800845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-got-her-first-tooth.html' title='She has teeth!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJOPdZpBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vECIsgLVEj4/s72-c/Pictures-201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2018108600416477596</id><published>2008-07-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:11:54.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase plays T-Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvtNKxXM8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-om0BwDQl1s/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232036202606441410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvtNKxXM8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-om0BwDQl1s/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvsbpc88cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jr6zQGiOmPg/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232035351848874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvsbpc88cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/jr6zQGiOmPg/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his first practice. We were all so excited!!  Pete's promised to update this post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2018108600416477596?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2018108600416477596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2018108600416477596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2018108600416477596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2018108600416477596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/chase-plays-t-ball.html' title='Chase plays T-Ball'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvtNKxXM8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-om0BwDQl1s/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1667865938094289094</id><published>2008-06-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:03:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our beautiful sky story</title><content type='html'>We (Chase and I) were riding to Costcos and having some mommy and me time. As I was driving, straight ahead was this incredible sky. I was in awe really. There was this amazing majestic blue color sky with huge rays coming through the fluffy clouds and all the way down to the highway. It was the most beautiful site I had ever seen. I said to Chase look - look at the sky...see how the sun's rays are coming through the clouds. Isn't that incredible? Isn't that beautiful!!! Then he says, "yes - it's as beautiful as you and baby Reece."I was like what? What did you say? Then he says it louder to the point where he's yelling it as if I'm deaf..."&lt;strong&gt;it's as beautful as you and baby Reece&lt;/strong&gt;..."Oh my gosh, where did THAT come from? Out of nowhere!...And did that ever melt my heart. Sometimes I think...there's a little man inside him. It's funny when they start to talk grown up like. Ah, they grow up so fast don't they. (sniff-sniff) Wish I could freeze these moments in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1667865938094289094?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1667865938094289094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1667865938094289094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1667865938094289094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1667865938094289094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-beautiful-sky-story.html' title='Our beautiful sky story'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8422161058328315161</id><published>2008-06-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:17:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Baby Sleep</title><content type='html'>I think I need a refresher on how to help train my baby to sleep. She's up more than ever! She's 5 months old now. I switched her from our room to hers and from the bassinet to the crib. Thinking she's in her crib she might sleep better and longer. right??? She used to sleep until 3am then would get up at 5am but now she's getting up at 1 - 3 &amp;amp; 6am and sometimes will get up at 11pm. She's going down to sleep around 6pm.I'm trying to follow the Happy Healthy Sleep Book by Mark Weisbluth that worked like a charm with Chase but it's not working yet with Reece. So while I am still nursing at night, I try to put her down awake but I'm not so sure she still needs to eat at night. MY SIL stopped doing that with her child at 2-3 months after her doctors suggestion.Also, I'm trying the cry it out method but that's so hard. I'll only let her do it 20 minutes and then I give in.  Give me the goods guys.  I AM SO READY to get a full night's sleep in and I want that for Reece too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8422161058328315161?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8422161058328315161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8422161058328315161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8422161058328315161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8422161058328315161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleep-baby-sleep.html' title='Sleep Baby Sleep'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-7119733973492394661</id><published>2008-06-01T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:43:27.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvoxIx_rJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjSNKBpHs9I/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232031322989374610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvoxIx_rJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjSNKBpHs9I/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvohi97tKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3ynznP_t9uE/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232031055140861090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvohi97tKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3ynznP_t9uE/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase was thirsty so he decided to make himself some lemonade. I came into the kitchen to find this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-7119733973492394661?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/7119733973492394661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=7119733973492394661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7119733973492394661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7119733973492394661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/lemonade-anyone.html' title='Lemonade anyone?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvoxIx_rJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SjSNKBpHs9I/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1792120879943038420</id><published>2008-05-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:54:44.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Sleep Aids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEPOqDRvUI/AAAAAAAAASk/rgaX37kkzNk/s1600-h/Pictures-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233480986461846850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEPOqDRvUI/AAAAAAAAASk/rgaX37kkzNk/s200/Pictures-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEPCsoBDFI/AAAAAAAAASc/DkOepn8iLn8/s1600-h/Pictures-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233480780994382930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEPCsoBDFI/AAAAAAAAASc/DkOepn8iLn8/s200/Pictures-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Grab a sword, a cash register and a lunch box and you'll be off to dreamland too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1792120879943038420?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1792120879943038420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1792120879943038420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1792120879943038420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1792120879943038420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-sleep-you-say.html' title='His Sleep Aids'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEPOqDRvUI/AAAAAAAAASk/rgaX37kkzNk/s72-c/Pictures-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8910875204070929958</id><published>2008-04-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:24:09.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvvnWJTwnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AkxWcCoO-vY/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232038851359523442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvvnWJTwnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AkxWcCoO-vY/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvvniVBeeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lAAF3cW2fM8/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232038854629882338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvvniVBeeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lAAF3cW2fM8/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase with his cousins Emily and Katelyn when they visited in April. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8910875204070929958?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8910875204070929958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8910875204070929958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8910875204070929958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8910875204070929958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-peas-in-pod.html' title='3 peas in a pod'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvvnWJTwnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AkxWcCoO-vY/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3648802497109287067</id><published>2008-04-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:23:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism of Letitia Reece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJTXeE-jiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XkmLBpHVS94/s1600-h/Pictures-076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233837379633974818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJTXeE-jiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XkmLBpHVS94/s200/Pictures-076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJTXwL6JhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zbHk7Ui2ono/s1600-h/Pictures-083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233837384494884370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJTXwL6JhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zbHk7Ui2ono/s200/Pictures-083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures with Neil, the Godfather (right) and Aunt Stacey, the Godmother (left). Aunt Tisha (her namesake) is with her next to the cake she made. The ceremony was beautiful. Father Gahan officiated. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvd4MvoouI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r3wUi4_FHt8/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232019349684396770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJvd4MvoouI/AAAAAAAAAGs/r3wUi4_FHt8/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJva5Kx3cOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oaq9vS8256o/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016067801870562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJva5Kx3cOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oaq9vS8256o/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJva5cZbPmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hr4Crxu0zWQ/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232016072531197538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJva5cZbPmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hr4Crxu0zWQ/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-229.jpg" width="464" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJva4piDlEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PwVwX3V3CUw/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJveYvq3cGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DGNJpw-rNFU/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3648802497109287067?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3648802497109287067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3648802497109287067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3648802497109287067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3648802497109287067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/04/her-baptism.html' title='Baptism of Letitia Reece'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJTXeE-jiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XkmLBpHVS94/s72-c/Pictures-076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4733319120405738771</id><published>2008-04-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:17:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJSRO7bwKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nMpBRLDtcek/s1600-h/Pictures-024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233836172976570530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJSRO7bwKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nMpBRLDtcek/s200/Pictures-024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJRkpO-YdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/s0lOg3EScqA/s1600-h/Pictures-070.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reece is 4 months today. She's doubled her birth weight and can hold her head up. She's nursing and I'm getting ready to start her on cereal. Can't believe how fast this is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4733319120405738771?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4733319120405738771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4733319120405738771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4733319120405738771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4733319120405738771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-months-today.html' title='4 months today'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJSRO7bwKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nMpBRLDtcek/s72-c/Pictures-024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2618885912236130803</id><published>2008-03-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:23:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0igdf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EYCEmwjWMgU/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376283144287410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0igdf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EYCEmwjWMgU/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ig2wFmfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-N1CuqC1a3A/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376289922750962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ig2wFmfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-N1CuqC1a3A/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ihCy2nQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HQ7UOmHrH0k/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376293155577090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ihCy2nQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HQ7UOmHrH0k/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ihbiW8oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cA0hDhnbCBI/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376299797279362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ihbiW8oI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cA0hDhnbCBI/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ihvZgMeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G_ZyLFkLweM/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter was one of my favorites as I remember mom dressing us in new outfits, going to church and the rest of the family coming to a big dinner. I also remember coloring eggs with mom, waking up early to see dad hiding them (sorry dad) and the anticipation of making that first big bite into a chocolate bunny! YUM!! While those days are gone, I intended to carry on the tradition. So...we went to church and while I did not plan the matching outfits, I thought it was cute the way it turned out. Pete found something in his closet to match. We ate brunch on Main Street and later cooked a special dinner. It was a GREAT EASTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2618885912236130803?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2618885912236130803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2618885912236130803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2618885912236130803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2618885912236130803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-morning.html' title='Easter Morning'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0igdf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EYCEmwjWMgU/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4261212280853895950</id><published>2008-03-18T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:36:17.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purina Farms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0aWWsCZqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mQQIUQv8NV0/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ZwWXKwWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GYC6md_RUa4/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232366660501553506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ZwWXKwWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GYC6md_RUa4/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ZwmSt-QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6i9iKQIgLSk/s1600-h/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232366664777857282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ZwmSt-QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6i9iKQIgLSk/s200/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to brave the crowds and take the kids to Purina Farms. One of our first big outings since Reece was born and I was flying solo. It was a bit crazy with all the people and Reece was overwelmed but we still managed to have fun. Chase was soooo excited to see the Easter Bunny and he loved playing in the hayloft with the tunnels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4261212280853895950?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4261212280853895950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4261212280853895950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4261212280853895950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4261212280853895950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/03/purina-farms.html' title='Purina Farms'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJ0ZwWXKwWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GYC6md_RUa4/s72-c/Baptism,+Easter,+T-Ball,+Ohio+trip-042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-5663899713996000236</id><published>2008-03-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:05:44.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEaAuyNrtI/AAAAAAAAATc/LvtGz2Uv-5k/s1600-h/Pictures-034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233492841842192082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEaAuyNrtI/AAAAAAAAATc/LvtGz2Uv-5k/s200/Pictures-034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEYx_C19bI/AAAAAAAAATU/J7m9mP4Zc9c/s1600-h/Pictures-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233491488997242290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEYx_C19bI/AAAAAAAAATU/J7m9mP4Zc9c/s200/Pictures-031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we went to Amy L's house for a St. Patty's themed playdate.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEUu4UUFhI/AAAAAAAAASs/F3PYOl81DNQ/s1600-h/Pictures-035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GREEN was everywhere even down to the snacks everyone brought. Amy had lots of party wear. Here are some of the pics. A fun day despite the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEVMbUhZlI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lEXlbFw0s5Q/s1600-h/Pictures-031.jpg"&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/5993449551055437486-5663899713996000236?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/5663899713996000236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=5663899713996000236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5663899713996000236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5663899713996000236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKEaAuyNrtI/AAAAAAAAATc/LvtGz2Uv-5k/s72-c/Pictures-034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1544428800612462464</id><published>2008-02-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:12:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPciHWLeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oWt9Ji3lcso/s1600-h/Pictures-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833068570488290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPciHWLeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oWt9Ji3lcso/s200/Pictures-008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPdOrH-HI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_i7IITzIJ2w/s1600-h/Pictures-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833080531712114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPdOrH-HI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_i7IITzIJ2w/s200/Pictures-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chase is 4!! Can you believe it? I can't believe how fast the time flies. In many ways it's so exciting to see them grow and advance but apart of me just wants to hold on to him and never let go. He's growing too fast!! Happy Birthday Baby! I couldn't be more proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day! After dinner before running off to go to the bathroom he yells...."thanks mom and dad for making my birthday so great!". One of our friends calls and wishes him happy birthday. Afterwards he says..."that was so nice of them to call...I was thinking wow he's really growing up...ha-ha. I'll have to post the pics of him in his policeman costume that he raced to put on after opening it. It didn't come with pants so it's just him walking around with policeman attire from the undies up. So funny!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPuTQGG7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/21wq6svS5Qw/s1600-h/Pictures-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPdd3T5vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DYmExR8zVNI/s1600-h/Pictures-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833084609357554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPdd3T5vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DYmExR8zVNI/s200/Pictures-019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJQM5wr8GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XqaV2Zp21MU/s1600-h/Pictures-023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833899551617122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJQM5wr8GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XqaV2Zp21MU/s200/Pictures-023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1544428800612462464?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1544428800612462464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1544428800612462464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1544428800612462464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1544428800612462464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-baby-is-4-today.html' title='He&apos;s 4!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SKJPciHWLeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oWt9Ji3lcso/s72-c/Pictures-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6662959861882602942</id><published>2008-01-12T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:06:32.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joash is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoKh621CvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0WwlSEt-NDA/s1600-h/20080703_Pilliard_Visit_048copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240512694250179314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoKh621CvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0WwlSEt-NDA/s200/20080703_Pilliard_Visit_048copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda had her baby last night. It's a boy! I can't believe my sister is a grandmother and I'm a great aunt. How funny. Our kiddos are only 3 weeks apart. He weight 9pd 5 oz. It's so nice to have babies in our family again. Anyway, just had to post ... I'm a proud Great Aunt!  Here is an updated family picture.  How cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6662959861882602942?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6662959861882602942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6662959861882602942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6662959861882602942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6662959861882602942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/01/joash-is-here.html' title='Joash is here!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SLoKh621CvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0WwlSEt-NDA/s72-c/20080703_Pilliard_Visit_048copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6068936672430742796</id><published>2007-12-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:51:17.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk7hRqhwGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjCkhZ-Kq4I/s1600-h/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231277885031039074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk7hRqhwGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjCkhZ-Kq4I/s200/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just noticed the web nursery got her weight wrong. Instead of 9 pds 7...she's 7 pounds 9 oz. Pete's on the phone getting it changed. Ugh.She's already down to 6, 15 and a little jaundice but doing great.  Here's a picture we took of the i.d. card at the hospital.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6068936672430742796?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6068936672430742796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6068936672430742796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6068936672430742796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6068936672430742796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-noticed-web-nursery-got-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk7hRqhwGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IjCkhZ-Kq4I/s72-c/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2910689171020558675</id><published>2007-12-20T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:25:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letitia Reece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk480ajLMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Er-LaQ6am6g/s1600-h/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231275059680849090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk480ajLMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Er-LaQ6am6g/s200/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her official name is Letitia Reece. She is WONDERFUL....she's just so peaceful and content and barely cries. She's the sweetest thing. I miss Chase terribly and can't wait to get home which will be Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2910689171020558675?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2910689171020558675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2910689171020558675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2910689171020558675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2910689171020558675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/12/letitia-reece.html' title='Letitia Reece'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk480ajLMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Er-LaQ6am6g/s72-c/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-9091262704366417580</id><published>2007-12-17T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:43:34.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the Big Day!</title><content type='html'>...and I'm so excited! I'll be at St. John's Hosp. and the baby's pictures will be posted on the nursery website.  Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-9091262704366417580?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/9091262704366417580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=9091262704366417580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/9091262704366417580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/9091262704366417580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the Big Day!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8260544187428890584</id><published>2007-12-16T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:46:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk6mQUvREI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NwQA9F6EyVU/s1600-h/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231276871058932802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk6mQUvREI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NwQA9F6EyVU/s200/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor is scheduling a C-Section for Dec. 18 @ 2pm. It's a little wierd though how they can "schedule" these things. You just go in and then 15 minutes with the doctor and she's there. We're so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8260544187428890584?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8260544187428890584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8260544187428890584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8260544187428890584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8260544187428890584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/12/shes-coming.html' title='She&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJk6mQUvREI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NwQA9F6EyVU/s72-c/Xmas+07+Reece+birth-028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3470755769868873320</id><published>2007-12-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:39:29.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 2 weeks to go...</title><content type='html'>At my dr.'s visit today, he told me if baby hasn't come by then that he'll want to schedule a c-section by Dec. 19-20... yikes! I'll know better at next week's visit. He's doing this b/c of the c-section I had last time and Chase being a bigger baby 8.1/fetal distress last time. This one is already 7 pounds and I'm not quite at 37 weeks yet.I'm a little nervous and excited at the same time. Only 2 weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3470755769868873320?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3470755769868873320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3470755769868873320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3470755769868873320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3470755769868873320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-2-weeks-to-go.html' title='Only 2 weeks to go...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-7806626666555033260</id><published>2007-11-21T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:37:11.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Contractions!</title><content type='html'>Now I really got to slow it down.Went on my regular dr's. appt today and those pains I've been feeling were contractions. They said the babies head is low too. Told me to take it light and slow it down. I'm 34 weeks and 2 days. They want the baby to stay in till 37 weeks at least. She said I'm prime for a VBAC too and that was music to my ears. I'm really hoping I can this time.So guys my Christmas present might come early this year...ha-ha. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-7806626666555033260?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/7806626666555033260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=7806626666555033260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7806626666555033260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7806626666555033260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/11/having-contractions.html' title='Having Contractions!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-5117640194064810125</id><published>2007-09-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:31:49.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups Already?</title><content type='html'>I think the baby had hiccups tonight. I kept feeling steady movement and I could have sworn it felt like she was hiccuping. People around me felt the same thing. I'm only 6 1/2 months but it felt like a real full size baby had just eaten her meal and was hiccupping. The funny thing is I hadn't eaten for hours only drank lots of water prior.It was just an amazing feeling today but she is always really active it seems. I've never felt nor seen this much activity with Chase before. It's so funny!! My belly is always popping out little kicks! I think I've got a little cheerleader inside me...hee-hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-5117640194064810125?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/5117640194064810125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=5117640194064810125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5117640194064810125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/5117640194064810125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiccups-already.html' title='Hiccups Already?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4343332885387787986</id><published>2007-09-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:28:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months to go</title><content type='html'>In about 3 months the baby will be here. It's fall soon and then boom...our Christmas baby will be here. It seems like I just got pregnant! We're going to start painting the nursery and I need to get out all of Chase's stuff from storage to see what I can use for baby #2 (girl). I know I'll have to get a few new things for the baby like girl clothes, a double stroller, a baby carrier (I borrowed mine last time), a breast pump, and I'm sure a few other things but can't think of it right now.  Looking forward to the consignment sale coming up.  I'm getting nervous and excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4343332885387787986?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4343332885387787986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4343332885387787986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4343332885387787986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4343332885387787986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-months-to-go.html' title='3 months to go'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8863241050341554085</id><published>2007-08-23T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:40:27.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE HAVING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We had our ultrasound today and found out. We couldn't be more thrilled! Ofcourse I was crying the whole time but they were tears of joy. I cannot believe it! I still can't. A baby girl. WOW! She's about 1 pound now and they couldn't make out the length but everything is looking good so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8863241050341554085?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8863241050341554085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8863241050341554085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8863241050341554085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8863241050341554085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-having.html' title='WE&apos;RE HAVING...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6702930830779399061</id><published>2007-06-05T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:20:30.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M PREGNANT!!!!</title><content type='html'>"I'M PREGNANT!!!"It finally happened. We are so excited. My due date is December 30!!!We've had a few ultrasounds already. They're keeping a close eye with the antiobodies and MTFHR and I'm going to have to get WEEKLY progesterone shots and daily hepren shots. But I don't care...whatever it takes.We're just so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6702930830779399061?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6702930830779399061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6702930830779399061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6702930830779399061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6702930830779399061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;M PREGNANT!!!!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4753883677386537674</id><published>2007-02-05T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:18:28.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Mom is not doing well &amp;amp; hospice will be taking over. I'm scared and really sad. I hope we are making the right decisions for her.  I'm just not sure about anything and can't think clearly. I went to sign the papers tonight and at that very moment, I had memories of growing up at my old house with mom....and thinking who knew I would one day be signing her hospice papers. It was just a very surreal moment for me. I still feel like a kid sometimes and would always go to my mom for support.They won't be taking her back to the hospital and will give her drugs for comfort measures only. I tried to give her some soup tonight but she only ate a few bites and she is choking on water. Liquids can go into her lungs and everything has to be thickened before she can consume. They feel she has pneumonia but can't perform xrays because of the hospice. What floored me was to find out that she's lost 68 pds. since October. I knew she lost a lot of weight but didn't know it was that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4753883677386537674?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4753883677386537674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4753883677386537674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4753883677386537674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4753883677386537674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/02/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-225443370122388966</id><published>2007-01-15T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:14:24.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>Wrecked van, basement flooded &amp;amp; power outage to sum it all up.The wreck was minor. I was visiting a friend for lunch on St. Charles Rock Road Friday. Went to turn into parking lot while changing my radio station (so Chase and I could jam out) and totally ran into a medium. Tore my bottom grid up front end and little dent in bumper. I spent the afternoon trying to get it repaired. Body shop said it wasn't bad enough to do claim. Just needed wheel alignment and the bottom grid pushed up. Ok, so that was done. Then later that night, we had a power outage and packed everything up to stay in hotel (I must say that part was fun). Last night, while ice turned into rain...our sump pump decided to shut off in basement. Water came in everywhere. All the carpets are pulled up right now and it looks like a war zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-225443370122388966?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/225443370122388966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=225443370122388966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/225443370122388966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/225443370122388966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4566518097932238919</id><published>2007-01-15T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:10:44.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase is getting tubes!</title><content type='html'>YIKES! I know it's not that big of deal but pretty scary still. He's getting them in both ears and his adnoids (sp?) taken out. Now we just need to see which outpatient place to take him for the procedure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4566518097932238919?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4566518097932238919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4566518097932238919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4566518097932238919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4566518097932238919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2007/01/chase-is-getting-tubes.html' title='Chase is getting tubes!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3050676685731219210</id><published>2006-12-11T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:07:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This age forever</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm having one of those moments. Chase had MDO this morning and had his first Christmas program. Pete and I got to see it. It was 15 minutes &amp;amp; so cute and Chase really got into it with following the arm motions and singing Jingle Bells. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FAST MY BABY IS GROWING. Pete took a picture from his blackberry.  Not so clear but it's a keeper for sure. I know he has to grow up but gosh how I wish they could stay this age forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3050676685731219210?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3050676685731219210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3050676685731219210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3050676685731219210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3050676685731219210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-age-forever.html' title='This age forever'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-1355447078531632296</id><published>2006-11-20T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:34:53.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree ~ Is that for me?</title><content type='html'>The Christmas tree that is and just the one in our basement. I wanted to make it a little more festive for Thanksgiving so, I decided to put out a few decorations early. When Pete and Chase came home tonight, Chase came downstairs and saw the tree and said, "oohhh my gosh mom, THANKS, is that for me???" It was so cute. It's just a little tree but his eyes were so big when he saw it. He had to go around and look at every santa and snowman. This is the first year for him to be so vocal and excited. I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-1355447078531632296?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/1355447078531632296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=1355447078531632296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1355447078531632296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/1355447078531632296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/11/tree-is-that-for-me.html' title='The tree ~ Is that for me?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4881672607526021941</id><published>2006-11-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:03:29.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Glasses</title><content type='html'>I'm getting lasik - After years of holding off for this, my husband just set up a flex spending account through work where I can get Lasik done in January.  I've worn glasses since grade school. I can't believe I will be seeing without them. I'm really excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4881672607526021941?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4881672607526021941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4881672607526021941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4881672607526021941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4881672607526021941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-glasses.html' title='Goodbye Glasses'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3836821872130593021</id><published>2006-11-03T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:01:18.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Pete had plans with some buddies so Chase and I bought out the blankets on the floor and camped out with pizza and a movie. We ordered a free movie off on-demand...BARNEY... he loves Barney. Pete's off the rest of the weekend and just trying to decide what we're doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3836821872130593021?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3836821872130593021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3836821872130593021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3836821872130593021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3836821872130593021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-7902956969765486244</id><published>2006-10-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:59:39.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First visit to Busch Stadium</title><content type='html'>Chase had so much fun! One of Pete's clients backed out at the last minute so he had an extra tix.  When we first got there, Chase's eyes were so big and a total glaze.  He quickly got right into it too and was cheering and dancing and screaming...YAH!!! COME ON!!! We went to the play area before we left and I think he made a few girlriends there too. (ha-ha)This morning he said, "Can we go to the ballpark mommy?" I know he's only 2 but I think he'll remember that moment for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-7902956969765486244?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/7902956969765486244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=7902956969765486244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7902956969765486244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7902956969765486244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-visit-to-busch-stadium.html' title='First visit to Busch Stadium'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4770661192358126779</id><published>2006-09-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:55:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Good Ol' Days</title><content type='html'>I remember these :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: FW: Remember these good ol' days?Close your eyes...And go back.......Before the Internet or PC or the MAC..........Before semi-automatics and crack........Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari.......Before cell phones, CD's, DVD's, voicemail and e-mail........way back........way.....way.....way back.....I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at duskRed light, Green lightRed Rover....Red Rover.....Playing kickball &amp;amp; dodgeball until the first...no...second...no...third streetlight came onRing around the RosieLondon BridgeHot potatoHop ScotchJump ropeDuck....duck.....GOOSE!!! YOU'RE IT!!Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home - no pagers or cell phones Mother May I?Hula HoopsSeeing shapes in the cloudsEndless summer days and hot summer nights (no A/C) with the windows openThe sound of cricketsRunning through the sprinklerHappy MealsCereal boxes with that GREAT prize in the bottomCracker jacks with the same thingIce pops with 2 sticks you could break and share with a friend...but wait.....there's more....Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoonsFat Albert, Road Runner, Smurfs, Picture Pages, G-Force &amp;amp; He-Man, Schoolhouse RockWatchin' Sunday morning oldies (Abbott &amp;amp; Costello, Three Stooges)Wonder Woman &amp;amp; Super Man UnderoosFONZIE.....AYYYYYYYYPlaying Dukes of HazardCatchin' lightning bugs in a jarChristmas morningYour first day of schoolBedtime Prayers and Goodnight KissesClimbing treesSwinging as high as you could to try and reach the skyGetting an Ice Cream off the Good Humor TruckA million mosquito bites and sticky fingersJumpin' down the stepsJumpin' on the bedPillow fightsSleep-oversA 13" black and white TV in your room meant you were RICHRunnin' till you were out of breathLaughing so hard that your stomach hurt Being tired from PLAYINGWORK: meant taking out the garbage or doing the dishes Your first crushYour first kiss (I mean the one that you kept your mouth CLOSED and your eyes OPENRainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7UP" or hangman" in the classroom, remember that?Oh, I'm not finished yet....Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer; so was a swig from the hoseGiving your friends a ride on your handlebarsWearing your new shoes on the first day of schoolClass Field Trips with soggy sandwichesWhen nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got thereWhen a quarter seemed like a fair allowance; and another quarter a MIRACLEWhen ANY parent could discipline ANY kid, or feed him, or use him to carry groceries...aRend nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.When your parents took you to McDonalds and you were COOLWhen being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you at home.Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc.Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! And some of us are still afraid of em!Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that!"Well, let's keep going!!Let's go back to the time when...Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!""Race issues" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "monopoly"Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire eveningIt wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.Being old, referred to anyone over 20. (CRAP! I'm officially old!)The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.Nobody was prettier than MomScrapes and bruises were kissed by mom or grandma and made betterIt was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapon.Older siblings were your worst tormentors, but also your fiercest protectorIf you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life......I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4770661192358126779?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4770661192358126779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4770661192358126779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4770661192358126779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4770661192358126779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-ol-days.html' title='the Good Ol&apos; Days'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-7244482356897145845</id><published>2006-09-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:51:56.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>Finally my mom's out of the hospital and into a new nursing home. It's Delmar Gardens in South County and it's really great care so far. So, this is where she'll be for the rest of her life. Although the home is nice where she's at, I look around and see all these old people that can't function and are so dependant on others. As much as I love to help people, I think to myself there's no way I could ever work there. It's so sad but I see all those nurses and aids with smiles on their faces and I think what incredible every day heroes they are. I also think how can we come into this world and live such a great life but yet, at the end, leave in such an undignified way. My mom feels completely helpless.  It breaks my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-7244482356897145845?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/7244482356897145845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=7244482356897145845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7244482356897145845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/7244482356897145845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8971249924672149000</id><published>2006-07-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:47:12.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast they grow</title><content type='html'>Chase and I were leaving and as soon as we headed out of the drive way, Chase says "Go this way mommy" so I went (we had to go that way anyway). Then he said, "Thank you for listening mommy". I just cracked up. Now anytime I do something when he asks, he says 'thank you for listening'. It's so funny. Also, we were walking down the stairs and holding hands. He turned to me and said "you walk down the stairs really good mommy!". I laughed and said "thank you". Pete and I were just saying last night, we can't believe how big he's getting. It's like almost overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8971249924672149000?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8971249924672149000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8971249924672149000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8971249924672149000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8971249924672149000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-fast-they-grow.html' title='How fast they grow'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6468987661547939630</id><published>2006-06-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:39:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Down Icecream Man</title><content type='html'>Today we had lunch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soulard&lt;/span&gt; with an old co-worker of mine. Afterwards, we drove by the Arch. I parked at the Old Cathedral lot and we walked over. Went down the steps and walked toward the riverfront. We started back to walk up the stairs and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; truck rode by with his music playing. Chase has no idea there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; on that truck or he would been running after it. Instead, he just stopped walking up the Arch stairs, turned around and started dancing to the ice cream music....I mean he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boogeying&lt;/span&gt; down!! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; lady yelled out the window, laughing and saying look at him just dancing. It was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6468987661547939630?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6468987661547939630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6468987661547939630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6468987661547939630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6468987661547939630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/06/boogie-down-icecream-man.html' title='Boogie Down Icecream Man'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3145132263471630346</id><published>2006-05-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:35:31.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The changing of the beds</title><content type='html'>What a morning. Chase wouldn't sleep last night and got up at 4:30 this morning because he wanted breakfast. It was one of those mornings where he just wouldn't go back to sleep. The toddler bed has been going OK but like every other night he'll get up and ask for me and he'll want to sleep in our bed. So, this morning, I decided to convert his crib into the full size bed thinking 'maybe' he might sleep better. When I got it together, he was very excited (and so was I). And when it came to nap time, we did our routine for bedtime. I said, hunny, this is where you'll be sleeping now. He said, mommy, I not nap! Well, it took all of 5 minutes for him to fall asleep. I decided to video tape him with his first sleep in the big bed. I walked in his room and wouldn't you know it, he had fallen asleep on the floor. It took me all this morning to get the bed together. I've had little sleep, my back hurts and I'm sore but when I saw him sleeping on the floor, I just had to laugh. Ohhh.. the trials of motherhood (hee-hee)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3145132263471630346?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3145132263471630346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3145132263471630346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3145132263471630346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3145132263471630346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/05/changing-of-beds.html' title='The changing of the beds'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-2236488684690031257</id><published>2006-05-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:35:35.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1 year anniversary of dad's passing. I can't believe it's been a year already. It's still hard. I still cry for him a lot especially when I see things that remind me of him. Last week at Schnucks there was an older gentleman bagging our groceries. He was playing with Chase and joking around (dad was always a joker)...I thought it was so sweet and how it reminded me of dad. Then, when I saw his name tag, I held back my tears. His name was Glen. It was so real...even down to his hands...they looked like dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to his gravesite this afternoon. Pete's taking off work early...he's so thoughtful. I just wanted to acknowledge this day, May 10...what a great father he was and how much I loved him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-2236488684690031257?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/2236488684690031257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=2236488684690031257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2236488684690031257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/2236488684690031257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/05/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-612449163566800511</id><published>2006-04-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:22:12.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Crib</title><content type='html'>I just put Chase down for his nap in his CRIB and then I hear someone in the kitchen. I go upstairs and it's Chase!! He climbed out of his crib and thank goodness didn't hurt himself. I've been wanting to get him into a big boys bed but Pete felt we should wait. Well, now's the time I guess.  My baby just keeps growing!  The next morning... Chase made it....or should I say "mom &amp;amp; dad" did. I don't know what came over me but I was a wreck and Pete was a little stressed too ... I guess because we weren't prepared for this. Last night was the first night in the toddler bed.  He did great. He was scared and a little out of sorts at first. He wanted me to stay with him until he fell asleep. I did. I also did more babyproofing in his room, took out the changing station (one less thing for him to climb) and put a gate at his door. I felt bad having the gate there but I knew it was for his safety. I don't know why this was such a big deal for me but it was.  That afternoon's nap didn't go as well. He just refused.  As with any new phase, I keep telling myself what someone told me... learning is painful. Eventually, he'll pick this up and hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-612449163566800511?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/612449163566800511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=612449163566800511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/612449163566800511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/612449163566800511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye-crib.html' title='Goodbye Crib'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-9109583253974550736</id><published>2006-03-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:37:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachary</title><content type='html'>My nephew died in a car accident last night. I'm still in shock. He was 19 and driving the car and was driving at a high rate of speed and lost control going around a curve. He had a friend with him and his friend died too. It's been on the news. It was over here off Hwy. N. The coroners office is still conducting an investigation so we won't be sure when the funeral will take place but we're guessing midweek. I was in fuzzy haze most of the day yesterday until I saw his car on the news...and that's when it hit me. I last spoke to him about 2 weeks and we had always finished our calls with an 'I love you'. I'm so thankful I got to tell him I loved him. I always felt close to him and I felt like a protector of sorts. I know it was impossible to predict, but God, how I wish I could have protected him from this. It's just not natural losing your child. The funeral is this Wed./Thurs up here and then they'll head down to Festus where they'll bury him next to dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-9109583253974550736?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/9109583253974550736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=9109583253974550736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/9109583253974550736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/9109583253974550736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/03/zachary.html' title='Zachary'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-8080980172173486250</id><published>2006-03-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:07:41.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Summer Memory</title><content type='html'>With the weather changing, I'm starting to crave summer time and think about my favorite summer moments growing up. I used to love to go boating &amp;amp; skiing. We went every Sunday during the summer. My dad had a boat, my older brother, my brother-in-law, family friends, and we'd meet up, set up a canopy, have hotdogs &amp;amp; pork &amp;amp; beans on the grill - wow, I can still taste the sand on my plate :) and ski &amp;amp; ride the water all day. I hope to pass that tradition to our family. I showed Chase some boats in a magazine recently and now everytime he sees them, he wants to go "boat ride mommy". I think I might take him out this summer on one. Well that's my trip down memory lane (thanks). What's your favorite summer memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-8080980172173486250?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/8080980172173486250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=8080980172173486250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8080980172173486250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/8080980172173486250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/03/favorite-summer-memory.html' title='Favorite Summer Memory'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-872117819896728008</id><published>2006-03-07T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:06:14.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got a climber!</title><content type='html'>I'm in a pickle. Chase will not stop pushing the kitchen chairs to get around the kitchen. He's figured out there's more to explore with a kitchen chair. I'm constantly having to redirect him away but I'll leave the room and then hear the scrapes going across the floor...thank goodness for ceramic tile. I thought about hiding the chairs in a bedroom for a while but that would be a drag to have to do that every day. Someone suggested to tie the chairs together by rope. Not too crazy about that either.  I found some of those plastic wrap ties...the long ones that slide through and lock. I used those yesterday and so far they work. As I was doing it, Chase was looking at me and said "what you doing mommy?" I said "tieing the chairs so we don't move them." I think I hurt his feelings. I felt bad but I just kept thinking...I'm keeping him safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-872117819896728008?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/872117819896728008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=872117819896728008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/872117819896728008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/872117819896728008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/03/weve-got-climber.html' title='We&apos;ve got a climber!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-404263125909398374</id><published>2006-03-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:49:28.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Skater</title><content type='html'>March 4, 2006 -&lt;br /&gt;I just had to comment about our little adverture today. We went to a skating party for a good friend of mine's son who turned 5. I thought it would be a quick stop in and out because I didn't think Chase, only 2, could be around the big boys and skate. Well, I was completely surprised. He and I put on skates and we were both having the best time. I let him go and and he skated by himself. Ofcourse it was with those little plastic skates that don't go backwards or anything but I couldn't believe my eyes. The owner was saying that at this age, they have no fears like when we get older and get scared that we'd fall. I wish I had my camera with me. It was such a neat moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-404263125909398374?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/404263125909398374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=404263125909398374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/404263125909398374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/404263125909398374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-skater.html' title='My Little Skater'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-6989229199260574693</id><published>2006-02-27T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:04:25.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 2</title><content type='html'>He's 2 already!I can't believe how times flies by but here it is - his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday! We went to Chuck E Cheese this morning and Chase had a really good time.  It just amazes me to think it's already been 2 years. Well, thanks for letting me brag and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt;. My baby is now a little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-6989229199260574693?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/6989229199260574693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=6989229199260574693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6989229199260574693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/6989229199260574693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/02/hes-2.html' title='He&apos;s 2'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-3186002647489613442</id><published>2006-01-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:01:30.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Poops!</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with my mom today and Chase came in and said "mommy poopy diaper" and gave me a diaper with poop in it. It was opened and I was worried thinking, did I leave a poopy diaper sitting some where and worse yet, "why is it opened and did it get over anything else"? I asked where did you get this and looked under his shirt and sure enough, he pooped and took off his diaper. My mom and I were laughing and then I took him to clean him up. I decided to go ahead and give him a bath after I wiped him down. He was still without his diaper. Then, he decided to take a potty on his bedroom floor. I startled him and said "wait Chase" - he stopped and then I took him to the toilet. He couldn't go. He said "Chase's potty". So I went to get his potty and sat him on it. I gave him a little book to read so he wouldn't feel pressured to try to go. I left for a minute to grab some towels and came back and he got up from his seat and I saw that he pottied!!! I got so excited and congratulated him on being such a big boy. Is this a sign that he's ready to be potty trained? He's 22 months but I hear boys take longer to potty train. Should I try to continue potty training or was this just a freaky coincident? It was just a great moment for me and it was so neat to see that he peed-peed in his potty. He even got up to grab some toilet paper. Gosh, my baby is growing up and I'm so thankful that I'm able to stay home with him to share these special moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-3186002647489613442?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/3186002647489613442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=3186002647489613442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3186002647489613442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/3186002647489613442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyone-poops.html' title='Everyone Poops!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4050802786519981506</id><published>2006-01-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:25:20.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Heart</title><content type='html'>This came as an email ~ something I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mother's Thankful Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I come before You Father - To thank You for this life - The blessings You have given me - As a mother and a wife - I'm thankful for my children - As I watch them grow and play - Knowing that each moment - Will live for just today - I'm thankful for the laundry - For the dust to wipe away - I'm thankful for the problems - That make me stop and pray - I'm thankful for my husband's job - The roof above our heads - I'm thankful for our daily food - For the comfort of our beds - I'm thankful for the errands - The phone that always rings - I'm thankful for the tears we cry - For the joy that laughter brings - I'm thankful for our family's love - The way we sit and talk - The simple games we often play - The picnics and the walks - I'm thankful for the little things - That make up every day - For therein lies Your love, Lord - And the wonder of Your ways - I'm thankful for the memories - That life has brought my way - I count it as Your blessing - To be a mother every day&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/5993449551055437486-4050802786519981506?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4050802786519981506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4050802786519981506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4050802786519981506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4050802786519981506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-25-2006-i-had-to-post-this.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993449551055437486.post-4627902372852587088</id><published>2005-12-08T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:45:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st snow</title><content type='html'>December 8, 2005&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it. We've been playing Christmas music all day and I took Chase outside to see what the snow feels like. He is completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993449551055437486-4627902372852587088?l=arehart4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/feeds/4627902372852587088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5993449551055437486&amp;postID=4627902372852587088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4627902372852587088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993449551055437486/posts/default/4627902372852587088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arehart4.blogspot.com/2008/08/chase.html' title='1st snow'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04388157724155239128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MiOU_3cw55k/SJfogWZQBQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9q5BgTBWPxs/S220/family+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
