<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224</id><updated>2009-10-13T20:04:55.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hiatt Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-6394247387282016060</id><published>2009-01-06T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:15:41.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day I laugh at my children but usually by the end of the day I forget to put their funny antics down on paper.  So here are a few of today's laughs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way to Target: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama, have you seen that sign at Target that says "YES running?"&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clearly she's been told to stop running more than once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we got to Target she insisted on standing instead of sitting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Springer, the sign (pointing to the attached sticker) says no standing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama, why don't we just put a little piece of paper over the sign?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can I call Pops?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well he's in a meeting right now; what do you need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just wanted to see if he wants to get in a row boat with me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you going in a row boat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Swimming"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still in the car....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's pray to Pops....dear Pops I just want to thank you so much for my presents.  Thank you for my bike &lt;/em&gt;(and then very much to herself: "&lt;em&gt;Oh, no that's from Kane!"),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;anyway thank you Pops for my sleeping bag; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; it.  Amen.  Thanks Pops.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Nana.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Nonna.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Tutu.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Kane.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Granny. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you Daddy."&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/33452224-6394247387282016060?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/6394247387282016060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=6394247387282016060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6394247387282016060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6394247387282016060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-6149803045579211663</id><published>2009-01-05T20:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:15:43.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A trip to Raleigh to see our dear friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McClatchey's&lt;/span&gt; wrapped up our last week of vacation.  Carver and Springer adore every minute they get with Abigail and Sarah Curtis and we all enjoyed meeting sweet baby Will.  While the grown ups caught up (and I snuggled Will) the kids played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;...for hours.  The next day Carver complained that his arm was sore and it occurred to me that it was due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; boxing and tennis overload!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK6Wrh2PAI/AAAAAAAAB8M/LTanHyPljUo/s1600-h/DSC09376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287993811290962946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK6Wrh2PAI/AAAAAAAAB8M/LTanHyPljUo/s320/DSC09376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Curtis and Carver duke it out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; boxing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK6JiTK6QI/AAAAAAAAB8E/0oU87nvb8Ek/s1600-h/DSC09375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287993585475184898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK6JiTK6QI/AAAAAAAAB8E/0oU87nvb8Ek/s320/DSC09375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer takes after her mama...she was content to just snuggle Will.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one point she told me "Will just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WUVS&lt;/span&gt; to sit in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wap&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think he agreed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK5pQO8tdI/AAAAAAAAB78/lMXBcwFcro4/s1600-h/DSC09387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287993030869824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK5pQO8tdI/AAAAAAAAB78/lMXBcwFcro4/s320/DSC09387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Will could not escape Springer's 'helpfulness'!  Donna sweetly allowed Springer to help feed him...she was thrilled to be the big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK5Yh3va3I/AAAAAAAAB70/u9-iCfHddS8/s1600-h/DSC09394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992743546547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK5Yh3va3I/AAAAAAAAB70/u9-iCfHddS8/s320/DSC09394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should see how many shots it took to get this one!&lt;br /&gt;Carver, Abigail (7 1/2), Will (7 weeks), Sarah Curtis (6) and Springer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK42Jl6ZSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lpbFhB1CX6M/s1600-h/DSC09398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992152913765666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK42Jl6ZSI/AAAAAAAAB7s/lpbFhB1CX6M/s320/DSC09398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big kids get a turn with Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK4iEstvxI/AAAAAAAAB7k/isQM4eUxvQs/s1600-h/DSC09399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287991808002735890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK4iEstvxI/AAAAAAAAB7k/isQM4eUxvQs/s320/DSC09399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK4CiEfL2I/AAAAAAAAB7c/aT554Wg9NII/s1600-h/DSC09406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287991266131259234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK4CiEfL2I/AAAAAAAAB7c/aT554Wg9NII/s320/DSC09406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still laugh remembering Carver, probably 3 or 4 years ago, saying that Sarah Curtis' beautiful hair was like peanut butter.  He meant it as the greatest of compliments, but we all laughed that he may not win the ladies over with those analogies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK313D86VI/AAAAAAAAB7U/5GQQctziqPA/s1600-h/DSC09404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287991048427858258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK313D86VI/AAAAAAAAB7U/5GQQctziqPA/s320/DSC09404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bit b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lurry&lt;/span&gt; (thanks to our little photographer) but a shot of the grown ups and Will nonetheless. Old friends who know you well and still love you are rare-these are gems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-6149803045579211663?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/6149803045579211663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=6149803045579211663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6149803045579211663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6149803045579211663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2009/01/raleigh.html' title='Raleigh'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SWK6Wrh2PAI/AAAAAAAAB8M/LTanHyPljUo/s72-c/DSC09376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-3246018543932464481</id><published>2008-12-29T22:10:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:06:42.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Wildness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that Christmas is really over. Each year I feel like the month flies by and this year proved no exception. Despite my best planning and organizing (I ordered my Christmas cards in September!) things snuck up on me. It probably wasn't helped by three trips to the doctor: Springer was diagnosed with 'almost asthma' and had a terrible bout with a cough; Carver came down with a high fever/upper respiratory/ear infection the last week of school and I had a maddening chest cold-even fractured a rib from so much coughing! Add to that a Christmas Open House with 125+ folks dropping in and a quick two day trip to Georgia...well, you get the idea! So in lieu of a daily update all month long let me bring you up to speed with a story in pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVma131GupI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uUnOwTCVMpc/s1600-h/DSC09099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285425888006421138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVma131GupI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uUnOwTCVMpc/s320/DSC09099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our month started with lots of coughing and many a late night outside snuggled under quilts.  Those times proved to be good for the lungs and the soul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmaSDogj9I/AAAAAAAAB7E/d4yEl5AlbJw/s1600-h/DSC09098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285425272699523026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmaSDogj9I/AAAAAAAAB7E/d4yEl5AlbJw/s320/DSC09098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmZP4QMM0I/AAAAAAAAB68/IeMhMJGhCS8/s1600-h/DSC09110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285424135773369154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmZP4QMM0I/AAAAAAAAB68/IeMhMJGhCS8/s320/DSC09110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer and Mae enjoyed strawberry cake (along with who knows what else they managed to snag from the dessert tables!) at the annual Christmas Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYtJcol3I/AAAAAAAAB60/eR0DhpnYHlg/s1600-h/DSC09133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285423539093542770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYtJcol3I/AAAAAAAAB60/eR0DhpnYHlg/s320/DSC09133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer, Skylar, Ellie, Anna Wade and Abby at Christmas Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYW5YzfDI/AAAAAAAAB6s/XVs7l8kSZ94/s1600-h/DSC09171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285423156825390130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYW5YzfDI/AAAAAAAAB6s/XVs7l8kSZ94/s320/DSC09171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer's Christmas music at school...they moved around so much that most every picture blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYJ9K_hSI/AAAAAAAAB6k/hsU7rMntFFM/s1600-h/DSC09203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285422934502901026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmYJ9K_hSI/AAAAAAAAB6k/hsU7rMntFFM/s320/DSC09203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmXm8r4BtI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0iE2kjxWwgc/s1600-h/DSC09210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285422333076965074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmXm8r4BtI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0iE2kjxWwgc/s320/DSC09210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas snuggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmXG2a0X8I/AAAAAAAAB6M/tG6o9Yc9rPQ/s1600-h/DSC09243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421781638995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmXG2a0X8I/AAAAAAAAB6M/tG6o9Yc9rPQ/s320/DSC09243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A short trip to Columbus and some ice cream making with Granny and Sara James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmWvpyxBvI/AAAAAAAAB6E/safQabJwrCQ/s1600-h/DSC09267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285421383112787698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmWvpyxBvI/AAAAAAAAB6E/safQabJwrCQ/s320/DSC09267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back up to Atlanta for Family Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carver, Smith, Springer, Madison, Isabella and Sara James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmWVkVDmhI/AAAAAAAAB58/xWqK_rjBm3c/s1600-h/DSC09275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420934969399826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmWVkVDmhI/AAAAAAAAB58/xWqK_rjBm3c/s320/DSC09275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Micah gets some baby love from sweet Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmV6li1_XI/AAAAAAAAB50/dlP2nsUQLXc/s1600-h/DSC09283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420471439195506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmV6li1_XI/AAAAAAAAB50/dlP2nsUQLXc/s320/DSC09283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Children's Christmas Eve service (and party) at Covenant Presbyterian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmVdv5NLdI/AAAAAAAAB5s/B4PePbjjqBc/s1600-h/DSC09287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285419976001138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmVdv5NLdI/AAAAAAAAB5s/B4PePbjjqBc/s320/DSC09287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mae and Springer as princesses at our Christmas Eve dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmVKeRNb9I/AAAAAAAAB5k/yOgmbTAMlbU/s1600-h/DSC09295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285419644852465618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmVKeRNb9I/AAAAAAAAB5k/yOgmbTAMlbU/s320/DSC09295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The train: Springer, Carver, Sam, Jack and Mary Gray on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmUlLTXSsI/AAAAAAAAB5c/Fz7d8eRpTeU/s1600-h/DSC09317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285419004106066626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmUlLTXSsI/AAAAAAAAB5c/Fz7d8eRpTeU/s320/DSC09317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Digging in to the new presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmUBi77wXI/AAAAAAAAB5U/iVi8P3ll43I/s1600-h/DSC09321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285418391974953330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmUBi77wXI/AAAAAAAAB5U/iVi8P3ll43I/s320/DSC09321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rock'Em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sock'Em&lt;/span&gt; robots with Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmTn1G5KYI/AAAAAAAAB5M/fYw9QxotBzQ/s1600-h/DSC09323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417950176160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVmTn1G5KYI/AAAAAAAAB5M/fYw9QxotBzQ/s320/DSC09323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post present rest time...Springer loves her huge bear from her great grandfather, but didn't want to part with her new scooter either...perfect solution!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-3246018543932464481?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/3246018543932464481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=3246018543932464481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3246018543932464481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3246018543932464481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-wildness.html' title='December Wildness'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SVma131GupI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uUnOwTCVMpc/s72-c/DSC09099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-3598947763661544281</id><published>2008-11-30T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:50.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a wonderful five days with G's sister, Paola, brother in law, David, and their four children. Carver and Springer loved every second with their cousins and miss them terribly. Sweet days....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUyii1KgI/AAAAAAAAB40/vtu9Skysh_s/s1600-h/DSC08971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734202986375682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUyii1KgI/AAAAAAAAB40/vtu9Skysh_s/s320/DSC08971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer and Aunt Paola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUb6AegrI/AAAAAAAAB4s/xbDMkToMPRo/s1600-h/DSC08994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278733814147744434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUb6AegrI/AAAAAAAAB4s/xbDMkToMPRo/s320/DSC08994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They worked tirelessly to outfit &lt;em&gt;Camp Carver&lt;/em&gt;...complete with signs, chairs and a play kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUJKzF0wI/AAAAAAAAB4k/c7hnm3hLLOU/s1600-h/DSC08997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278733492237488898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUJKzF0wI/AAAAAAAAB4k/c7hnm3hLLOU/s320/DSC08997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little frog princess, Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHT7Xeg3xI/AAAAAAAAB4c/fxpVVJE3lvc/s1600-h/DSC08998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278733255122673426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHT7Xeg3xI/AAAAAAAAB4c/fxpVVJE3lvc/s320/DSC08998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer wrestling with Uncle David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHTpj2KHdI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pKrfeSxiPRc/s1600-h/DSC09019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278732949205425618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHTpj2KHdI/AAAAAAAAB4U/pKrfeSxiPRc/s320/DSC09019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little Jonas Brother concert (check out the boom mic his cousin, Molly, made for him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHTUvGf_0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/EjM-pzusLy4/s1600-h/DSC09059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278732591449505602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHTUvGf_0I/AAAAAAAAB4M/EjM-pzusLy4/s320/DSC09059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly (11), Maggie (9), Springer (3), Jack (7), Carver (6) and Josh (15!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHSbqeMmEI/AAAAAAAAB4E/A2sDCDMxL7w/s1600-h/DSC09051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731610954176578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHSbqeMmEI/AAAAAAAAB4E/A2sDCDMxL7w/s320/DSC09051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sweet 'girl cousins'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHSEcOR01I/AAAAAAAAB38/mR_ULvTKMCM/s1600-h/DSC09062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731211992322898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHSEcOR01I/AAAAAAAAB38/mR_ULvTKMCM/s320/DSC09062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and our fellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHRuAl4tPI/AAAAAAAAB30/2XgzsdBXh6A/s1600-h/DSC09074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730826618025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHRuAl4tPI/AAAAAAAAB30/2XgzsdBXh6A/s320/DSC09074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer LOVES playing with her 'big cousin' Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHReQMGjyI/AAAAAAAAB3s/DjBYmWQRJbg/s1600-h/DSC09076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730555926941474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHReQMGjyI/AAAAAAAAB3s/DjBYmWQRJbg/s320/DSC09076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carver and Jack really enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think they spent 5 minutes a part all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-3598947763661544281?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/3598947763661544281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=3598947763661544281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3598947763661544281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3598947763661544281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-week.html' title='Thanksgiving Week'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHUyii1KgI/AAAAAAAAB40/vtu9Skysh_s/s72-c/DSC08971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-4898444567951505793</id><published>2008-11-21T16:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:47:14.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHPb-letaI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1_WL9HuV-gA/s1600-h/DSC08966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278728317818549666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHPb-letaI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1_WL9HuV-gA/s320/DSC08966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer, Giorgio and I enjoyed a sweet Thanksgiving service and lunch at her preschool today.  It was the perfect way to kick off Thanksgiving week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-4898444567951505793?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/4898444567951505793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=4898444567951505793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/4898444567951505793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/4898444567951505793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-celebration.html' title='Thanksgiving Celebration'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHPb-letaI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1_WL9HuV-gA/s72-c/DSC08966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-1698662086408599218</id><published>2008-11-18T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:40:32.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHOsHxLAYI/AAAAAAAAB3c/wxkggfzFfSk/s1600-h/DSC08951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278727495649788290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHOsHxLAYI/AAAAAAAAB3c/wxkggfzFfSk/s320/DSC08951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What started as a fully dressed playdate with Mae ended something like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-1698662086408599218?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/1698662086408599218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=1698662086408599218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1698662086408599218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1698662086408599218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-friends.html' title='Sweet Friends'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SUHOsHxLAYI/AAAAAAAAB3c/wxkggfzFfSk/s72-c/DSC08951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-1578850085475985787</id><published>2008-11-16T20:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:10:39.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Carver's last soccer game of the season we headed up to the Renaissance Festival.  At the last minute some friends offered us their tickets and we knew it would be something interesting do see and do if nothing else.   It certainly did not disappoint.  Out in the middle of the woods is this entire Renaissance 'town'...lots of food, animals, rides, music, jousting-most anything you could imagine. One of the highlights of the day was Carver and Springer's ride on a camel.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDO5O_2xbI/AAAAAAAABcY/LTtcsQkEISU/s1600-h/DSC08887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439046697272754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDO5O_2xbI/AAAAAAAABcY/LTtcsQkEISU/s320/DSC08887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was all smiles and laughter until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDOsGS6-mI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_JvKbb1CkYM/s1600-h/DSC08895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438821023021666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDOsGS6-mI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_JvKbb1CkYM/s320/DSC08895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer spotted the elephant next to her.  THAT was not at all what she wanted to see; and she proceeded to cover her face until he was out of sight!  We still don't know why this typically fearless child (and lover of elephants) got so upset over the sitting elephant.  I think that elephant made as a big impression on her as her camel ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDOJwJRj9I/AAAAAAAABcI/-4ggyeoAdRY/s1600-h/DSC08913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438230961426386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDOJwJRj9I/AAAAAAAABcI/-4ggyeoAdRY/s320/DSC08913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The jousting was another favorite...we watched a tournament and then the children decided to try their hand at it.  Yes, they each left with a shield  and have enjoyed many a sword fight over the past 24 hours!  (I vetoed the wood swords opting instead to go with the foam swords we have at home...I had images of visits to the emergency room with two wood swords flying around.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNymBujDI/AAAAAAAABcA/HEs89Fz_yLA/s1600-h/DSC08910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437833108425778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNymBujDI/AAAAAAAABcA/HEs89Fz_yLA/s320/DSC08910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNj_JhBNI/AAAAAAAABb4/e6CH_wqlTMo/s1600-h/DSC08917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437582153942226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNj_JhBNI/AAAAAAAABb4/e6CH_wqlTMo/s320/DSC08917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNTsxV6qI/AAAAAAAABbw/GcxiFRN-9Ls/s1600-h/DSC08926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437302342806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNTsxV6qI/AAAAAAAABbw/GcxiFRN-9Ls/s320/DSC08926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little lesson in archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNFuL_n_I/AAAAAAAABbo/vyuiyuf8Fjk/s1600-h/DSC08935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437062204858354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDNFuL_n_I/AAAAAAAABbo/vyuiyuf8Fjk/s320/DSC08935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meeting a 'real' knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Saturday didn't go quite as we planned, but boy what fantastic memories were made.  They're already talking about what they want to do when we come next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-1578850085475985787?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/1578850085475985787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=1578850085475985787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1578850085475985787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1578850085475985787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/11/renaissance-festival.html' title='Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SSDO5O_2xbI/AAAAAAAABcY/LTtcsQkEISU/s72-c/DSC08887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-7308128166149099822</id><published>2008-11-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:06:41.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that if I heard "How much longer till &lt;em&gt;Trick or Treating&lt;/em&gt;?" I may scream.  The day seemed to drag on and on; thankfully dusk did indeed come and after a yummy specail Halloween dinner we headed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-5XxayYwI/AAAAAAAABao/Xeb7alniYVQ/s1600-h/DSC08798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264630307473220354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-5XxayYwI/AAAAAAAABao/Xeb7alniYVQ/s320/DSC08798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomato Basil soup (aka: monster mash or monster blood-depending on who you ask!) , Mummy dogs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; (thrown in for good measure to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;counteract&lt;/span&gt; all the sugar that would follow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4_pXiz2I/AAAAAAAABag/8fOjiQgNUK4/s1600-h/DSC08807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629892995272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4_pXiz2I/AAAAAAAABag/8fOjiQgNUK4/s320/DSC08807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little ballerina waiting and waiting and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4klXCAZI/AAAAAAAABaY/LwyoJ2B0Bsw/s1600-h/DSC08821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629428062912914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4klXCAZI/AAAAAAAABaY/LwyoJ2B0Bsw/s320/DSC08821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scariest little mummy ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4CBDi8xI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MRgdNBEKPAE/s1600-h/DSC08833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264628834201957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-4CBDi8xI/AAAAAAAABaQ/MRgdNBEKPAE/s320/DSC08833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All wiped out and back home to munch on goodies and hand out candy to our own trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening was a great success.  Carver and Springer had the best time and seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; grown up this year.  Several times, out of habit, I would say "Carver wait up for your sister" and then realized SHE was way ahead of him.  She got the hang of things real fast and never looked back!   Carver's spent the better part of the last year working up the nerve to go to the "scary house" (what this particular house is called year round).  This house scared his pants off 3 years ago and he hasn't quite forgotten it.  So, we headed back first thing and after G shouted out "Small children version, please!" we headed down the "spooky path".  The scary wolf man kept his chain saw off long enough for them to grab some candy and head out.  Neither were too tickled with it while we were there, but by the time we hit the side walk they were basking in their bravery!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-7308128166149099822?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/7308128166149099822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=7308128166149099822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/7308128166149099822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/7308128166149099822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-5XxayYwI/AAAAAAAABao/Xeb7alniYVQ/s72-c/DSC08798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-5680104153345682063</id><published>2008-10-31T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:31:19.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at the Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Springer had her fall festival at preschool.  She decided to go as a Davidson cheerleader...taking her role quite seriously....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SRBv8qIZboI/AAAAAAAABbg/Yp-bVj4AG5Y/s1600-h/DSC08761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264831052288454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SRBv8qIZboI/AAAAAAAABbg/Yp-bVj4AG5Y/s320/DSC08761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SRBsLxNGRkI/AAAAAAAABbY/um-hvW3F2kU/s1600-h/DSC08757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264826913838745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SRBsLxNGRkI/AAAAAAAABbY/um-hvW3F2kU/s320/DSC08757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_GHj2uu4I/AAAAAAAABbQ/jvGzDZwUVik/s1600-h/DSC08771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264644322605579138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_GHj2uu4I/AAAAAAAABbQ/jvGzDZwUVik/s320/DSC08771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Painting pumpkins (it may never dry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_B4jwVpAI/AAAAAAAABbA/AXZ1s7FO4Pw/s1600-h/DSC08778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264639666834220034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_B4jwVpAI/AAAAAAAABbA/AXZ1s7FO4Pw/s320/DSC08778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bean bag toss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_Az9xcuzI/AAAAAAAABa4/KV5zBo3DLo8/s1600-h/DSC08786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638488407227186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ_Az9xcuzI/AAAAAAAABa4/KV5zBo3DLo8/s320/DSC08786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Bobbing" for apples with Anna Wade and Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-8sjCAgxI/AAAAAAAABaw/5sAl2338tdM/s1600-h/DSC08794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264633962923328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQ-8sjCAgxI/AAAAAAAABaw/5sAl2338tdM/s320/DSC08794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever tried wrangling fifteen 3 year olds for a picture? Fifteen three year olds in costume? Not an easy task! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-5680104153345682063?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/5680104153345682063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=5680104153345682063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/5680104153345682063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/5680104153345682063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-at-preschool.html' title='Party at the Preschool'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SRBv8qIZboI/AAAAAAAABbg/Yp-bVj4AG5Y/s72-c/DSC08761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-3521608105904289047</id><published>2008-10-28T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:39:48.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mouseketeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Springer adores Mickey Mouse and the movie, &lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mouseketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is among her favorites. As I prepared dinner the other evening she disappeared (rarely good news around here). Imagine my laughter when she rounded the corner dressed in my brown suede boots singing one of the songs from the movie. She considered herself part of the gang and after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;serenading&lt;/span&gt; me went off in search of her sword!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263018212428549810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQn_LfY3DrI/AAAAAAAABaE/fXErcIYrub8/s320/DSC08731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-3521608105904289047?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/3521608105904289047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=3521608105904289047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3521608105904289047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3521608105904289047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/mouseketeer.html' title='The Mouseketeer'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQn_LfY3DrI/AAAAAAAABaE/fXErcIYrub8/s72-c/DSC08731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-3357721246695746496</id><published>2008-10-20T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:34:29.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a stop by our local pumpkin spot we headed home for an afternoon of carving. There is always great discussion about just what kind of face to give our Jack-O-Lantern. This year Carver and Springer decided on a big smile with lots of teeth. They especially enjoyed digging out the 'goo' and seeing who could spit and throw the seeds the furthest. I think everyone was happy with our results and most importantly we all enjoyed making memories together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm_8NeUBZI/AAAAAAAABZs/uP7u4Lun7yQ/s1600-h/DSC08676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262948680688993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm_8NeUBZI/AAAAAAAABZs/uP7u4Lun7yQ/s320/DSC08676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm79ng9jZI/AAAAAAAABZk/WsLCHkTMxgM/s1600-h/DSC08677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262944306812784018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm79ng9jZI/AAAAAAAABZk/WsLCHkTMxgM/s320/DSC08677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm7qKq73cI/AAAAAAAABZc/YdSyk08oX2k/s1600-h/DSC08684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262943972652473794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm7qKq73cI/AAAAAAAABZc/YdSyk08oX2k/s320/DSC08684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262949994938851234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQnBItb5X6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/-GjIlxQ8TEk/s320/DSC08702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm7BKd_dKI/AAAAAAAABZU/SM6RyXbKuoM/s1600-h/DSC08709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262943268223546530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm7BKd_dKI/AAAAAAAABZU/SM6RyXbKuoM/s320/DSC08709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33452224-3357721246695746496?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/3357721246695746496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=3357721246695746496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3357721246695746496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/3357721246695746496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm_8NeUBZI/AAAAAAAABZs/uP7u4Lun7yQ/s72-c/DSC08676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-1409798639381114644</id><published>2008-10-20T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:16:48.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm59eLkp2I/AAAAAAAABZM/LZl6dQOk5mY/s1600-h/DSC08644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262942105283897186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm59eLkp2I/AAAAAAAABZM/LZl6dQOk5mY/s320/DSC08644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm5mbgHvbI/AAAAAAAABZE/-dUJ1-xD8Zs/s1600-h/DSC08646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941709427785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm5mbgHvbI/AAAAAAAABZE/-dUJ1-xD8Zs/s320/DSC08646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm5Sk5owLI/AAAAAAAABY8/OX_nuZMfG_s/s1600-h/DSC08660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941368353341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm5Sk5owLI/AAAAAAAABY8/OX_nuZMfG_s/s320/DSC08660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm41tb9NVI/AAAAAAAABY0/FORRb5IRVLI/s1600-h/DSC08663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262940872428565842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm41tb9NVI/AAAAAAAABY0/FORRb5IRVLI/s320/DSC08663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33452224-1409798639381114644?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/1409798639381114644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=1409798639381114644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1409798639381114644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/1409798639381114644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm59eLkp2I/AAAAAAAABZM/LZl6dQOk5mY/s72-c/DSC08644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-2683276309265895442</id><published>2008-10-13T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:36:02.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vist with the Barretts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brandon and Liz came into town and we enjoyed a no kids dinner with them over the weekend as well as a 'with kids' trip to the park this afternoon.  Unfortunately I neglected to get a shot of all five of them (and poor John Mac never even made it with all the action).  Nonetheless we had fun running around the lake, playing on the playground and feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nini&lt;/span&gt;: who did make an appearance again today.  Fun times with great friends: so wish y'all lived closer!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2_6FrfeI/AAAAAAAABYs/glaQ_GPiwHc/s1600-h/DSC08606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262938848600227298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2_6FrfeI/AAAAAAAABYs/glaQ_GPiwHc/s320/DSC08606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline, Springer, Carver and Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2p9BsIeI/AAAAAAAABYk/Af0lZ4EjcCk/s1600-h/DSC08610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262938471431676386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2p9BsIeI/AAAAAAAABYk/Af0lZ4EjcCk/s320/DSC08610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2UgnCSfI/AAAAAAAABYc/pCccGMAEInI/s1600-h/DSC08630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262938103026436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2UgnCSfI/AAAAAAAABYc/pCccGMAEInI/s320/DSC08630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Caroline &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-2683276309265895442?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/2683276309265895442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=2683276309265895442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2683276309265895442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2683276309265895442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/vist-with-barretts.html' title='A vist with the Barretts'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SQm2_6FrfeI/AAAAAAAABYs/glaQ_GPiwHc/s72-c/DSC08606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-523146359617905763</id><published>2008-10-07T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:57:17.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swan Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met our friends at the park today for a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt;, lunch and a walk down to see the ducks.  Instead of ducks we met this gorgeous swan.  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nini&lt;/span&gt;" as Springer named her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nini&lt;/span&gt; was lovely, graceful and greatly enjoyed the bread that Ellie and Springer fed her...but she enjoyed it a little too much.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mistook&lt;/span&gt; Springer's hand for bread and bit her!  Springer looked shocked at first and then the tears came.  I think it scared her as much as anything although it did pinch her hard enough to leave a mark.  Springer has since deemed the unfortunate incident an 'accident' and true to form has found great humor in it.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBv3yykMI/AAAAAAAABYU/pQPvpbgLawo/s1600-h/DSC08544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576787176984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBv3yykMI/AAAAAAAABYU/pQPvpbgLawo/s320/DSC08544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Nini"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBhyQ1mGI/AAAAAAAABYM/Ai9qmZYpfD0/s1600-h/DSC08546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576545174231138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBhyQ1mGI/AAAAAAAABYM/Ai9qmZYpfD0/s320/DSC08546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie and Springer prior to running out of bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBQZOCzEI/AAAAAAAABYE/b130HV3S-vo/s1600-h/DSC08549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254576246393850946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBQZOCzEI/AAAAAAAABYE/b130HV3S-vo/s320/DSC08549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBBojGCLI/AAAAAAAABX8/4fwxZNs_Ji0/s1600-h/DSC08557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575992810637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBBojGCLI/AAAAAAAABX8/4fwxZNs_Ji0/s320/DSC08557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwAoOIjGxI/AAAAAAAABX0/Vk2qosON1Wc/s1600-h/DSC08575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254575556223245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwAoOIjGxI/AAAAAAAABX0/Vk2qosON1Wc/s320/DSC08575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-523146359617905763?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/523146359617905763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=523146359617905763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/523146359617905763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/523146359617905763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/swan-lake.html' title='Swan Lake'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOwBv3yykMI/AAAAAAAABYU/pQPvpbgLawo/s72-c/DSC08544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-116011311226934437</id><published>2008-10-02T07:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:13:16.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crisp, fall air greeted us this morning and Carver wasted no time in grabbing his sweatshirt. I think when you wear a uniform each day it's a pretty big deal to mix it up a bit! He looked like such a big boy as he headed out to his daddy's car that I just had to snap a picture. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS-BkGDyvI/AAAAAAAABXs/682p0lmQn_k/s1600-h/DSC08518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252531999499078386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS-BkGDyvI/AAAAAAAABXs/682p0lmQn_k/s320/DSC08518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS9zH5y59I/AAAAAAAABXk/haXzV__y5zc/s1600-h/DSC08519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252531751413278674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS9zH5y59I/AAAAAAAABXk/haXzV__y5zc/s320/DSC08519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-116011311226934437?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/116011311226934437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=116011311226934437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/116011311226934437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/116011311226934437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS-BkGDyvI/AAAAAAAABXs/682p0lmQn_k/s72-c/DSC08518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-8413778456621464943</id><published>2008-09-30T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:21:23.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildcat Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The garden at Carver's school is a regular part of their education.  I'm amazed at all the lessons they incorporate into gardening.  This past week the garden's soil was readied and the kindergartners (the planters) headed out to plant the fall seeds.  They thoroughly enjoyed themselves and now anxiously await harvesting day.  Everything they planted will find it's way to the Dining Hall and even those often neglected radishes taste surprisingly sweet when planted with such care and love!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS7JzwK6_I/AAAAAAAABXc/qtKuaybJ-88/s1600-h/431516439605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252528842606308338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS7JzwK6_I/AAAAAAAABXc/qtKuaybJ-88/s320/431516439605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS68ck70aI/AAAAAAAABXU/geOgYfL_pfc/s1600-h/412557439605_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252528613046866338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS68ck70aI/AAAAAAAABXU/geOgYfL_pfc/s320/412557439605_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS6VGdX8VI/AAAAAAAABXE/tFLpCB6USLA/s1600-h/795846639605_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252527937094676818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS6VGdX8VI/AAAAAAAABXE/tFLpCB6USLA/s320/795846639605_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS6Dn0Gb4I/AAAAAAAABW8/5A57PrzctGc/s1600-h/863947639605_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252527636810723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS6Dn0Gb4I/AAAAAAAABW8/5A57PrzctGc/s320/863947639605_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252528403741965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS6wQ2wfRI/AAAAAAAABXM/k0DG5I9VvDY/s320/301837639605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-8413778456621464943?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/8413778456621464943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=8413778456621464943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8413778456621464943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8413778456621464943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/wildcat-garden.html' title='Wildcat Garden'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOS7JzwK6_I/AAAAAAAABXc/qtKuaybJ-88/s72-c/431516439605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-2343538955690899079</id><published>2008-09-26T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:13:47.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend brought lots of rain and in the middle of the afternoon I noticed Springer was quiet and the kitchen door was open.  Now it was still raining-steadily.  I peaked out to the driveway and this is what I saw...Springer playing in a puddle with her new little pirate duck.  I should have recorded it because she was just talking, talking, talking to that duck.  She eventually came in drenching wet, but grinning and happy as could be.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFt2WYXPXI/AAAAAAAABW0/U05qxpNJU5Y/s1600-h/DSC08500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599420978838898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFt2WYXPXI/AAAAAAAABW0/U05qxpNJU5Y/s320/DSC08500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFthsbomyI/AAAAAAAABWs/0wysKe-Bm0E/s1600-h/DSC08501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599066120887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFthsbomyI/AAAAAAAABWs/0wysKe-Bm0E/s320/DSC08501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my little free spirit girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-2343538955690899079?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/2343538955690899079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=2343538955690899079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2343538955690899079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2343538955690899079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFt2WYXPXI/AAAAAAAABW0/U05qxpNJU5Y/s72-c/DSC08500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-6895663373944406431</id><published>2008-09-24T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:04:15.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terribly unfortunate circumstances lead us to Georgia last weekend.  The bright side was the opportunity to spend some time with our family.  A stop in Atlanta afforded us the chance to visit with Sara James, Smith, Micah and Tricia.  Those three (and before long, four!) always enjoy every second of their time together.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFijqmd9sI/AAAAAAAABWk/DL_XpqdxGPU/s1600-h/DSC08476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251587005361288898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFijqmd9sI/AAAAAAAABWk/DL_XpqdxGPU/s320/DSC08476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFiI48xbXI/AAAAAAAABWc/oAdjk6DVOlI/s1600-h/DSC08481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251586545356467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFiI48xbXI/AAAAAAAABWc/oAdjk6DVOlI/s320/DSC08481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The brainwashing by Micah and Tricia is pure evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFh7td5agI/AAAAAAAABWU/deWV-R-4EM4/s1600-h/DSC08491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251586318935878146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFh7td5agI/AAAAAAAABWU/deWV-R-4EM4/s320/DSC08491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate joined us on a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakebottom&lt;/span&gt; Park-Carver especially loved having his Uncle Nate along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-6895663373944406431?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/6895663373944406431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=6895663373944406431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6895663373944406431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/6895663373944406431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/georgia.html' title='Georgia'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOFijqmd9sI/AAAAAAAABWk/DL_XpqdxGPU/s72-c/DSC08476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-8648539744468043968</id><published>2008-09-19T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:14:47.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival in the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of our favorite September activities is &lt;em&gt;Festival in the Park&lt;/em&gt;. We headed over as soon as we picked up Carver from school to beat the crowds. In fact Springer had her first roller coaster ride all to her self. Although it's clearly not a high roller coaster it is pretty fast and a bit bumpy. She didn't make a peep but held on for dear life. I wish I could have captured the look on her face!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEN194R9sI/AAAAAAAABWM/hrrLk2e90Os/s1600-h/DSC08422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493861285557954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEN194R9sI/AAAAAAAABWM/hrrLk2e90Os/s320/DSC08422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOENaqBJ_bI/AAAAAAAABWE/WmiAjuHXAVE/s1600-h/DSC08401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493392097607090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOENaqBJ_bI/AAAAAAAABWE/WmiAjuHXAVE/s320/DSC08401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her only complaint about the swing was that it didn't go fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEMBtNDzCI/AAAAAAAABV8/rNxzNGu7pYM/s1600-h/DSC08467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251491863944481826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEMBtNDzCI/AAAAAAAABV8/rNxzNGu7pYM/s320/DSC08467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Testing their Hawaiian blood and taking a ride on a moving surf board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOELbHOtq1I/AAAAAAAABV0/ReoBNgaxHbk/s1600-h/DSC08464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251491200915843922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOELbHOtq1I/AAAAAAAABV0/ReoBNgaxHbk/s320/DSC08464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOELAAJYmrI/AAAAAAAABVs/DM4xjOtGYmI/s1600-h/DSC08425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251490735157975730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOELAAJYmrI/AAAAAAAABVs/DM4xjOtGYmI/s320/DSC08425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ran out of tickets last year before making it to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferris&lt;/span&gt; wheel but Carver was not about to let it happen twice. He LOVED his first ever ride and claimed it was the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEKtUZuwUI/AAAAAAAABVk/uqR8IDgEht8/s1600-h/DSC08440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251490414177730882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEKtUZuwUI/AAAAAAAABVk/uqR8IDgEht8/s320/DSC08440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEKaLIKqFI/AAAAAAAABVc/H_63x8vYZvU/s1600-h/DSC08446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251490085270628434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEKaLIKqFI/AAAAAAAABVc/H_63x8vYZvU/s320/DSC08446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer was sorely disappointed not to ride as well but upon finding dirt quickly made peace in its shadows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-8648539744468043968?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/8648539744468043968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=8648539744468043968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8648539744468043968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8648539744468043968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/festival-in-park.html' title='Festival in the Park'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SOEN194R9sI/AAAAAAAABWM/hrrLk2e90Os/s72-c/DSC08422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-897691333167690544</id><published>2008-09-08T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:59:12.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Groove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Carver informed me today that he's been in kindergarten for 14 days. On one hand that seems hard to believe, but it also seems strange to think of him &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being in kindergarten. To say that 'he loves it' is a bit cliche, but he truly does. Each day he comes home rattling on and on about what they learned in Spanish (although right now he says it's easy because he knows all the words they're learning-I've told him to just give that one some time!) or what he read during Reader's Workshop or what they did in Healthful Living (aka 'gym') or how they beat the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders in a soccer game (still unsure about that one-I think we have some generous 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders!). He could talk all day-and often does. We continue to be immensely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that he's adjusted so quickly and enjoys himself so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer finally started her first full week today. She couldn't be more pleased to be back with her pals. Now that she's in the three year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; class she gets to take part in the carpool line pick up. She walked to the car with her teacher today and was grinning from ear to ear. Before she could even get buckled in her seat she squealed, "I'm a big girl now! Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wike&lt;/span&gt; Carver was when he was here! When I was a baby I got picked up &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt;, but now I sit &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt;. I get to do it again tomorrow!!" (all high pitched and full of smiles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we drove home I said, "Springer, I missed you today. When we get home can we snuggle?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer: I want some milk and a cartoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Well can we snuggle too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer: Yes, but you can't put your arm on me and NO kisses! (said with a grin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No kisses?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer: NO. Kisses make me nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did get a few.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-897691333167690544?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/897691333167690544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=897691333167690544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/897691333167690544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/897691333167690544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-groove.html' title='In the Groove'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-7499675191781198348</id><published>2008-09-03T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:16:06.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springer's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCEHlkyVRI/AAAAAAAABVU/LzAQMTzkCXo/s1600-h/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335232139613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCEHlkyVRI/AAAAAAAABVU/LzAQMTzkCXo/s320/DSC08301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCD9AX4PbI/AAAAAAAABVM/-JNgnOnbqDQ/s1600-h/DSC08304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335050354671026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCD9AX4PbI/AAAAAAAABVM/-JNgnOnbqDQ/s320/DSC08304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCD0BNw8TI/AAAAAAAABVE/o0TErr0YMiM/s1600-h/DSC08305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242334895961862450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCD0BNw8TI/AAAAAAAABVE/o0TErr0YMiM/s320/DSC08305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCDn8_K87I/AAAAAAAABU8/CctFjvu0OnU/s1600-h/DSC08308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242334688668480434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCDn8_K87I/AAAAAAAABU8/CctFjvu0OnU/s320/DSC08308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After what seemed like forever (for both of us!) Springer finally began school today.  She woke up grinning and never stopped.  Although her teachers are new some of her favorite little girl friends are in her class this year...Abby, Ellie and Anna Wade are among her dearest friends.  She ran in to greet them this morning and barely said good-bye when I left.  I can't believe how much she's changed and grown since she began last year.  Her spunky personality remains the same, but she's really come in to herself in the past several months-so much more confident, funny and interested in everything around her.  I'm really excited about this year ahead and deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for her sweet little life today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-7499675191781198348?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/7499675191781198348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=7499675191781198348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/7499675191781198348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/7499675191781198348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/09/springers-first-day-of-school.html' title='Springer&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SMCEHlkyVRI/AAAAAAAABVU/LzAQMTzkCXo/s72-c/DSC08301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-4313720384101714246</id><published>2008-08-25T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:09:37.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SLNXFETKw8I/AAAAAAAABU0/vhAqjf0NGyY/s1600-h/DSC08260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238626536127120322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SLNXFETKw8I/AAAAAAAABU0/vhAqjf0NGyY/s320/DSC08260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer: I love you, Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I love you as big as the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer (with a perplexed expression): The moon's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vewy&lt;/span&gt; big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: I love you as big as the OCEAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Springer (giggling): Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DAT's&lt;/span&gt; what you're '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sposed&lt;/span&gt; to say!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-4313720384101714246?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/4313720384101714246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=4313720384101714246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/4313720384101714246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/4313720384101714246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SLNXFETKw8I/AAAAAAAABU0/vhAqjf0NGyY/s72-c/DSC08260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-8057023097923147881</id><published>2008-08-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:08:09.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carver starts Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday my friend Betsy said, "you know, it's almost too much anticipation; we just need to start school!" She was right; the build up was getting us all in a frenzy. So today, with much excitement and a tad of nervousness Carver began kindergarten. G and I enjoyed complete peace as we walked him into school. This has been a long process of prayer and waiting and to finally be there, at the school we most desired, almost felt surreal. Blessed and thankful have been my overwhelming emotions today. To sum up Carver's day (in his own words): "Terrific." "I love it." "I can't wait to go back tomorrow." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzLZCZ7B8I/AAAAAAAABUs/CVxCg2fnV7M/s1600-h/DSC08263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236784097727809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzLZCZ7B8I/AAAAAAAABUs/CVxCg2fnV7M/s320/DSC08263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not get a serious face out of this child today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzLHTIjMuI/AAAAAAAABUk/VgHkJpYfNF0/s1600-h/DSC08272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236783792980701922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzLHTIjMuI/AAAAAAAABUk/VgHkJpYfNF0/s320/DSC08272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walking in with Daddy; tomorrow the carpool line begins and he's on his own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzK-ae1kUI/AAAAAAAABUc/uld9MTx-6hQ/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236783640334405954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzK-ae1kUI/AAAAAAAABUc/uld9MTx-6hQ/s320/DSC08273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;courtyard&lt;/span&gt; before going in his class-could he smile any bigger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzK0eZpDbI/AAAAAAAABUU/PXCrpqB2oas/s1600-h/DSC08274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236783469587664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzK0eZpDbI/AAAAAAAABUU/PXCrpqB2oas/s320/DSC08274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finding his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzKg7b6cpI/AAAAAAAABUM/jDtC1qGcRnw/s1600-h/DSC08275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236783133784437394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzKg7b6cpI/AAAAAAAABUM/jDtC1qGcRnw/s320/DSC08275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His sweet friend Matthew (his mom is my friend Betsy)...Betsy and I met when we were both pregnant with our boys and they have been pals ever since. They were thrilled to be in class together-and so were we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzKOHiv6KI/AAAAAAAABUE/KvcyFHq8vmU/s1600-h/DSC08277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236782810616817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzKOHiv6KI/AAAAAAAABUE/KvcyFHq8vmU/s320/DSC08277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My last glance back from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;courtyard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-8057023097923147881?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/8057023097923147881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=8057023097923147881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8057023097923147881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/8057023097923147881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/08/carver-starts-kindergarten.html' title='Carver starts Kindergarten'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzLZCZ7B8I/AAAAAAAABUs/CVxCg2fnV7M/s72-c/DSC08263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-2997369084434805744</id><published>2008-08-18T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:40:44.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzHNroaH1I/AAAAAAAABT8/rI8LJ-OtwQU/s1600-h/DSC08259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236779504589479762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzHNroaH1I/AAAAAAAABT8/rI8LJ-OtwQU/s320/DSC08259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eight weeks a part these boys were thrilled to be back together again!  A sleepover was the perfect way to start their week-thankfully they did indeed sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-2997369084434805744?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/2997369084434805744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=2997369084434805744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2997369084434805744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2997369084434805744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/08/together-again.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKzHNroaH1I/AAAAAAAABT8/rI8LJ-OtwQU/s72-c/DSC08259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33452224.post-2254882290599887472</id><published>2008-08-17T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:21:42.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last shots of the week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ralph and Lola captured some really cute shots this week...here's another little glimpse of our time with them.  We miss y'all already!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKosp9DjAfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XWAbKm8OX5w/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236046616047321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKosp9DjAfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XWAbKm8OX5w/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKord0Fke4I/AAAAAAAABTA/fTOMJk_Sujs/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236045307969829762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKord0Fke4I/AAAAAAAABTA/fTOMJk_Sujs/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKorMcEHgeI/AAAAAAAABS4/anGw_Ok8NAI/s1600-h/IMG_0072-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236045009463509474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKorMcEHgeI/AAAAAAAABS4/anGw_Ok8NAI/s320/IMG_0072-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spray ground with Tutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236044837605509906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKorCb1-ixI/AAAAAAAABSw/Sz2BUiXtrcs/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKoq51U2pHI/AAAAAAAABSo/3rcM7Gpt9UI/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236044689827079282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKoq51U2pHI/AAAAAAAABSo/3rcM7Gpt9UI/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Springer enjoyed joining in on Tutu's morning exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKopw4c15iI/AAAAAAAABSg/AMx6jqy5QVo/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236043436535440930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKopw4c15iI/AAAAAAAABSg/AMx6jqy5QVo/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiatt's&lt;/span&gt; are known for an uncanny knack to pick up anything with their toes-it appears that Springer is no exception. That would be a mirror she's holding between hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKopJl6m10I/AAAAAAAABSY/MmaQwGgCVI0/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236042761545111362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKopJl6m10I/AAAAAAAABSY/MmaQwGgCVI0/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner in Charleston, SC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33452224-2254882290599887472?l=thehiatts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/feeds/2254882290599887472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33452224&amp;postID=2254882290599887472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2254882290599887472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33452224/posts/default/2254882290599887472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiatts.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-shots-of-week.html' title='Last shots of the week...'/><author><name>The Hiatt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678431768265684599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07843772371700631458'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_78Ew_4vSMPc/SKosp9DjAfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/XWAbKm8OX5w/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>