<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085</id><updated>2011-12-22T16:42:39.096-08:00</updated><category term='babies'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Misty'/><category term='Raiden'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Judge'/><category term='Costumes'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='LDS'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='KISS'/><category term='housewife'/><category term='CSI'/><category term='Ender'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='plastic surgery'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Kale'/><category term='Last Mimzy'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Project Runway'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='football'/><category term='run'/><category term='work'/><category term='weight'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Bridge to Terabithia'/><title type='text'>The Purple Peacock</title><subtitle type='html'>The Mama...finding time between naps and activites to relax, read, write poetry or blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-7486676024705772689</id><published>2009-09-09T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:27:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escalator!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SqflhGpPrLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/LXLZb0vTk9g/s1600-h/Boys+escalator.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379520636799397042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SqflhGpPrLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/LXLZb0vTk9g/s320/Boys+escalator.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7099350867000731085-7486676024705772689?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7486676024705772689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=7486676024705772689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7486676024705772689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7486676024705772689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/escalator.html' title='Escalator!!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SqflhGpPrLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/LXLZb0vTk9g/s72-c/Boys+escalator.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-5398787166079501023</id><published>2009-09-09T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:24:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well it has been too long hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happened since I last wrote.  Raiden has started 2nd grade.  And except for double digit subtraction is loving it.  Judge is now in Kindergarten.  So far he likes it.  The both absolutely LOVE riding the bus.  No surprise there eh? Ender is ruling the world and loving every minute.  He thinks he can tell all what to do, and some days he doesn't like finding out that that isn't so.  Jenner is growing by leaps and bounds.  He is four months old and such a delight.  I think he might be getting teeth.  Kind of exciting but not fun if that ends up being what is causing him discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kale is back to work.  Which is a good thing..  When you don't have major plans for the summer and end up staying home most of the time with kids tempers can flare with to much testosterone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working...and have been since I came back from my maternity leave in June.  It was nice not having to be anywhere, but deciding where and when I would go out.  It isn't bad being back, but a coworker accepted a job elsewhere so I am filling in for her position right now.  I do not enjoy working 40 hrs a week.  I hate leaving my kids with a sitter that long.  Hopefully by the end of September they will have a replacement for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is us in a nutshell.  For the time being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-5398787166079501023?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/5398787166079501023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=5398787166079501023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5398787166079501023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5398787166079501023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2336784096446417729</id><published>2009-05-18T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:29:21.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/ShHvSTVsgdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NbP7y7DNU3s/s1600-h/Jenner+Blessing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337310131118703058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/ShHvSTVsgdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NbP7y7DNU3s/s400/Jenner+Blessing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7099350867000731085-2336784096446417729?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2336784096446417729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2336784096446417729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2336784096446417729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2336784096446417729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessings.html' title='Blessing&apos;s'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/ShHvSTVsgdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NbP7y7DNU3s/s72-c/Jenner+Blessing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-5063970930505922794</id><published>2009-05-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:45:17.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Well amazing things can happen.  I didn't have much to do with this one, but it is amazing anyway.  I went in for my two week check up yesterday.  And I do have to brag, even if this was the easy part.  Since Jenner was born I have lost 27 lbs!!!  Amazing!  Now if only the rest of the weight were that easy to say goodbye too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-5063970930505922794?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/5063970930505922794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=5063970930505922794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5063970930505922794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5063970930505922794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-7808389741274312757</id><published>2009-04-28T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:47:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He made it!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I am relieved and excited to say my "little" guy is here. Sad when my little is as big as these boy's get but he is too cute for words. Yes! I am biased, but he still has a special charm all of his own. We only went through eight hours labor on Wednesday, eight hours of labor on Friday, and twenty five minutes and one emergency C-Section later he was born. So I am putting that all together to get my labor total. 16 hrs and 25 minutes. Rather short for one of our kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenner Paul Peacock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born 04/24/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 lbs 7 oz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 1/2 inches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329969938958125490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sffba4scCbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/29os12zNFTU/s320/Jenner+Smurf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-7808389741274312757?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7808389741274312757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=7808389741274312757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7808389741274312757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7808389741274312757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-made-it.html' title='He made it!!!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sffba4scCbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/29os12zNFTU/s72-c/Jenner+Smurf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2532884189018852437</id><published>2009-04-22T04:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:40:43.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way!</title><content type='html'>We just got the call!  Yipee!  So depending on how slow or quick this goes he will be here before today is over, or first thing tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-2532884189018852437?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2532884189018852437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2532884189018852437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2532884189018852437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2532884189018852437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-our-way.html' title='On our way!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-9189384825929642870</id><published>2009-04-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:57:12.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day is Here</title><content type='html'>Three kids later you think you wouldn't be nervous, excited, or going plain crazy.  Yet here we are.  Number four is just hours away from his arrival and I have the same feeling I did when we went in for number one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow he will be here, hopefully we have enough names in our barrel for one to work for him and we wont take so long on naming this one.  Can't wait to tell you all about him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-9189384825929642870?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/9189384825929642870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=9189384825929642870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/9189384825929642870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/9189384825929642870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-day-is-here.html' title='D Day is Here'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1170756352491095993</id><published>2009-03-29T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:29:57.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sc_2Gre2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/RzvYIfxhiAc/s1600-h/Success.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318740279559603010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sc_2Gre2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/RzvYIfxhiAc/s320/Success.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys had their Primary Activity Day on Saturday.  It was a little cool, but when you tell kids to go and find Easter Eggs that ceases to matter.  Judge didn't want to go at first, but he doesn't appear to be too reluctant anymore, does he?&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/7099350867000731085-1170756352491095993?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1170756352491095993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1170756352491095993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1170756352491095993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1170756352491095993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and Games'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sc_2Gre2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/RzvYIfxhiAc/s72-c/Success.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3990024842719767314</id><published>2009-03-26T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:30:07.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scu5oG8ykJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VaLMAyOTa4Q/s1600-h/tournament+bracket.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317547883752493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scu5oG8ykJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VaLMAyOTa4Q/s200/tournament+bracket.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who'd a thought?  I entered the boys and myself in a family tournament.  They had a lot of fun coming up with names for their teams.  Picking out the actual winners wasn't the funnest but they did that too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raiden&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slasherriffic&lt;/span&gt; and Judge is Vader Smasher.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raiden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; is at the end of his luck.  He has Oklahoma winning one more game and then the rest of his is a bust.  Sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raiden&lt;/span&gt;.  It is nice to support your daddy in wanting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; to win, but it didn't pan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge is doing a little better.  He picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; to go all the way as well, sorry again, but the rest of his picks were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;varied&lt;/span&gt; enough that he has hope for a few more points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good luck to all participating, and as the boys favorite show would say, &lt;strong&gt;May the Force be with You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scu5gmtgnCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MuhH95rRS78/s1600-h/tournament+bracket.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7099350867000731085-3990024842719767314?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3990024842719767314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3990024842719767314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3990024842719767314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3990024842719767314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncaa.html' title='NCAA'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scu5oG8ykJI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VaLMAyOTa4Q/s72-c/tournament+bracket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-4103401541303699174</id><published>2009-03-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:44:04.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scp7GL8jhxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TSI1FdymMvg/s1600-h/calendar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317197656280499986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scp7GL8jhxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TSI1FdymMvg/s400/calendar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at my most recent Dr's appointment we were told no more than 4 weeks!  Yeah.  So before April is over he will hopefully be here.  We are aiming for something under 9 lbs.  7 or 8 lbs would be a wonderful thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-4103401541303699174?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/4103401541303699174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=4103401541303699174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4103401541303699174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4103401541303699174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Scp7GL8jhxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TSI1FdymMvg/s72-c/calendar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1988926011872234854</id><published>2009-03-13T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:11:03.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SbsuGqbX0mI/AAAAAAAAArs/5ExbAcDyHOg/s1600-h/SS853491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312890877416821346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SbsuGqbX0mI/AAAAAAAAArs/5ExbAcDyHOg/s320/SS853491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought we should share a glimpse of what spring in Nevada can look like briefly.  This is of course right after the rains and winds and right before the hot, hot, hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1988926011872234854?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1988926011872234854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1988926011872234854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1988926011872234854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1988926011872234854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SbsuGqbX0mI/AAAAAAAAArs/5ExbAcDyHOg/s72-c/SS853491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1731905288865796428</id><published>2009-03-07T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:10:09.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exception</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to wonder if you can be an exception to the rule with time changes?  Kale and I are really not looking forward to this one.  The kids have been getting up earlier and earlier and staying up later and later.....shouldn't that be switched somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must smell the big impeding change of the baby coming soon.  Why else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; they all of a sudden change their routines, habits, and sometimes even their personalities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1731905288865796428?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1731905288865796428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1731905288865796428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1731905288865796428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1731905288865796428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/exception.html' title='Exception'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-6832045215023434485</id><published>2009-03-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:21:41.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sat6xuMQhmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/yuo72IedHGg/s1600-h/SS851194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308471580417885794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sat6xuMQhmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/yuo72IedHGg/s320/SS851194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, imagine that. Once again we are in Birthday countdown mode. Judge is ubber excited that he only has 16 days, even though that is still tooo long. Raiden is happy as well that now it is only 18 days till his. I am not sure of all the plans they have in their little heads, but I know for sure that they will be excited with the day we have planned. On the Saturday after their birthdays we are taking a trip to Las Vegas to go to the Lied Children's Museum. It is one of those that everything is totally hands on. The kids have been once or twice and think it is just dynamite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is everything from giant bubble makers (meaning the bubbles encase the children) to the electric ball that makes their hair stand on end. Who doesn't want to play with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-6832045215023434485?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/6832045215023434485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=6832045215023434485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6832045215023434485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6832045215023434485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-countdown.html' title='Birthday Countdown'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/Sat6xuMQhmI/AAAAAAAAAq0/yuo72IedHGg/s72-c/SS851194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-8915985260461830512</id><published>2009-02-20T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:09:03.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SZ9E6R-VPsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ewViTCX5YbM/s1600-h/dating.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305034654113676994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SZ9E6R-VPsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ewViTCX5YbM/s320/dating.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, Kale and I are taking a plunge tonight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found someone brave enough to take on our three "angel's" tonight. It can be a daunting task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We will either stick around Mesquite and go to a movie or to dinner, or we might even go for the gusto and drive to St. George for an adventure of our own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Either way it will be nice not to have the boys around, and have a peaceful dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They can be a lot of fun, but eventually having the place we eat at decided by who has the best playgrounds available gets a little old.  Del Taco, McDonald's, Burger King or Carl's Jr.'s.  Let's put it this way...Burger..Burger...Burger...Taco?!  What great choices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-8915985260461830512?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/8915985260461830512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=8915985260461830512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8915985260461830512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8915985260461830512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SZ9E6R-VPsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ewViTCX5YbM/s72-c/dating.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-8431390076478025506</id><published>2009-02-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:03:37.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday's and Valentines</title><content type='html'>We had a semi successful Valentine's day this year. It always makes it a little challenging to have Kale's birthday and that day all rolled together. We made the "wise" choice I do believe of putting off going out to dinner til next week. It gets so crazy in this little town on Valentine's day. All the different buffet's and restaurants have their specials and it is nutty. We passed a line of cars waiting to get into the Eureka. It was two blocks long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were excited though to give Kale his presents that they picked out. He received shorts from them. In their varying ranges of choice colors, maroon and black from Ender, black and blue from Judge, and gold and black from Raiden (to which Kale said gooooo Emery!). And finally against my better judgement a computer game from me. It was the only thing he wanted...so he got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys loved their Valentine gifts (yes we do gifts instead of candy) of a jump rope for Raiden, and giant bubble wand for Judge, and a car for Ender. Ender also adopted/took ownership of the gift Kale gave me. It is a giant Valentine caterpillar. Ender loves, loves, loves giant stuffed animals of all sorts and he has proudly commandeered my recent acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 33rd to you Kale, and Happy Valentine's Day to the rest of us!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-8431390076478025506?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/8431390076478025506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=8431390076478025506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8431390076478025506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8431390076478025506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthdays-and-valentines.html' title='Happy Birthday&apos;s and Valentines'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3055155040202247011</id><published>2009-02-07T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:37:57.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SY2qpJrtZEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/budBPrNYeGY/s1600-h/pregnant-mom-lightskin1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300079960435549250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SY2qpJrtZEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/budBPrNYeGY/s320/pregnant-mom-lightskin1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we are about there. I went to my doctors this week and the end is in sight. My due date is May 5th, but if things keep progressing the way they are, and we assume they will, he will definitely start me at least a week early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon baby, soon!&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/7099350867000731085-3055155040202247011?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3055155040202247011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3055155040202247011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3055155040202247011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3055155040202247011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-getting-there.html' title='It&apos;s getting there'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SY2qpJrtZEI/AAAAAAAAAqk/budBPrNYeGY/s72-c/pregnant-mom-lightskin1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3483556701377373117</id><published>2008-12-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:11:31.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SXiot7FnW1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/OzD6TL8zvvs/s1600-h/mr+coolee+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SXiot7FnW1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/OzD6TL8zvvs/s400/mr+coolee+A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294166868882840402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas is just around the corner. We are so excited to see many of you. Many we wont see but we wish you well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we see you we will know who keeps up with the blog and who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-3483556701377373117?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3483556701377373117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3483556701377373117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3483556701377373117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3483556701377373117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SXiot7FnW1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/OzD6TL8zvvs/s72-c/mr+coolee+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-5472480305296712910</id><published>2008-11-25T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:52:34.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHLQNWt7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/-rsViU04nNE/s1600-h/ender+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272808259887478706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHLQNWt7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/-rsViU04nNE/s320/ender+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHKhMU6JI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IzaFwyG_t-c/s1600-h/judge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272808247266699410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHKhMU6JI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IzaFwyG_t-c/s320/judge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHKfB1g6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/GiLUCIRS81U/s1600-h/raiden+school+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272808246685828002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHKfB1g6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/GiLUCIRS81U/s320/raiden+school+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am certainly thankful for my three boys.  Ender is getting to be such a BOY.  He isn't a toddler at all.  He wants to do what big boys do and you just can't tell him differently.  Judge is precious.  He loves playing with his soccer team.  Yesterday he scored 5 goals for his team.  They won 5 to 1.  He is such an aggressive little slugger.  Raiden just melts my heart at times.  He is reading books with REAL sentences he says.  Not just simple words.  It makes me realize that he is growing up so fast.  To think six years ago he was just a baby in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-5472480305296712910?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/5472480305296712910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=5472480305296712910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5472480305296712910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5472480305296712910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for..'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/SSzHLQNWt7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/-rsViU04nNE/s72-c/ender+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1374489778709870693</id><published>2008-10-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:03:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Well it is the season for change isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My littlest brother is on a mission in Mexico.  My oldest boy is a first grader.  My middle child is deciding "Play School" isn't such a bad thing.  My baby isn't a baby and thinks stairs are just nifty!  We are unpacking and trying to make a home out of our new town house.  Kale is learning what it is like to be home more often ALONE with the children.  I am working a twenty-four hour a week job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, change is pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; in our lives right now.  It is amazing how you can cruise along not aware of how you have become comfortable with your life no mater how crazy or hectic it can be, and then through change you see what you had...sometimes it is a bad thing...hopefully not often, and others...you feel so blessed to be able to move out of that spot in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't settled yet, but I am already seeing this place as a better thing.  It would really be hard for it not to be compared to the old place.  The space is wonderful, and as soon as we get everything put away we will really start to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with this change I will be able to remain in contact with everyone better.  So talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1374489778709870693?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1374489778709870693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1374489778709870693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1374489778709870693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1374489778709870693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-7934311519494984421</id><published>2008-09-16T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:35:46.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choosing</title><content type='html'>well here are the two main places we are looking at so far...what do you think...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eefb5f6d62c659" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00eefb5f6d62c659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330416158%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4750FEE93CC3F8508416CB4D84E89A00AE35521B.85F2E9C4421CE7D3D1F53B2E7FC2679EFD6D7345%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deefb5f6d62c659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_UUBmTM5OvE9hak516NhCDqtOaY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D00eefb5f6d62c659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330416158%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4750FEE93CC3F8508416CB4D84E89A00AE35521B.85F2E9C4421CE7D3D1F53B2E7FC2679EFD6D7345%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deefb5f6d62c659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_UUBmTM5OvE9hak516NhCDqtOaY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-7934311519494984421?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eefb5f6d62c659&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7934311519494984421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=7934311519494984421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7934311519494984421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7934311519494984421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/09/choosing.html' title='choosing'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-646587374120793263</id><published>2008-06-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:09:57.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of Congress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes!  They did it!  They sent me a mandate to actually write on my blog.  Okay, not really.  It is just easier to write on the family blogs, and forget about the personal one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Let's see catch up time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School is out for the summer, sorta yippee!  The boys love being with each other, but they love to fight and what not too so it can make for a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ender is walking like a pro and climbing like one too.  I think one day we might have a jumper on our hands...he also has eight teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Our family reunion is coming up next weekend.  We are so excited.  When it hits the 100 degree mark down here we are always ready to vacate the area.  It ought to be interesting.  We haven't gone camping with Ender since he was a new little guy so lets see how this one works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-646587374120793263?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/646587374120793263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=646587374120793263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/646587374120793263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/646587374120793263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/06/act-of-congress.html' title='Act of Congress'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-6665475939837528677</id><published>2008-04-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:06:36.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCH</title><content type='html'>I was so excited about a job interview I had today.  I thought things were going good, and the possibility of a new job always helps, and add to that the opportunity to move out of here.... But they called to cancel the interview yesterday.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a call to reschedule...lets see how that works..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-6665475939837528677?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/6665475939837528677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=6665475939837528677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6665475939837528677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6665475939837528677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/04/psych.html' title='PSYCH'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1884124271195692620</id><published>2008-04-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:57:25.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Time</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!  It is finally here!  Our somewhat annual girl trip to Vegas!  I know, I know.  I live eighty miles from Vegas so why am I excited?  Because of the girl trip part!  It has been a while since I have done anything with a bunch of girls.  I am constantly surrounded by testosterone abounding boys.  The change in scenery will be most welcome.  Three days, two nights of shopping or whatever our girly hearts desire, or can afford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I will get to see my cuz Ashley.  I don't know the last time I was able to do something with her.  With her moving all over Utah, and me having the three boys to look after our schedules don't really mesh.  So here's to the good times.  May they be fun while we are having them, and may they last a long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1884124271195692620?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1884124271195692620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1884124271195692620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1884124271195692620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1884124271195692620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/04/girl-time.html' title='Girl Time'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3938975901931841068</id><published>2008-03-28T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:27:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My party so I will....</title><content type='html'>No, not cry if I want to, but sometimes I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have told me when I was younger what my life is like today, I don't know how I would have handled it. I am so happy we have three beautiful boys, but other than that...I don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesquite is not my favorite place in the world. In fact, I don't know if it would make my top fifty. I highly doubt it. The summer heat will be hitting us soon. Right now we are having temps in the 80's. Too hot to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my days divided between Judge and Ender makes life interesting to say the least. They are not polar opposites, but sometimes they might as well be. Judge is constantly going and trying to drag me with him...usually in the wrong direction. Ender feed him, change him, and let him outside and you probably wouldn't hear a peep out of him till he needed food or another diaper change. But they do make my eyes want to cross sometimes. You want to blow a whistle or horn and yell FREEZE! I wonder if that would work? Probably for Judge, but it might just scare Ender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious to get out of this apartment we are currently renting. I know there are woes wherever you go, and that in a renting situation we will probably never be truly happy, but give me a BREAK! or at least ear protectors. Something to drown out the noise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it given that if you live below someone that you will be getting at least sound residuals from them just being the normal person, let alone throw three small children into the deal? I am tired of constantly being blasted, and by blasted I mean you can make out the lyrics, the music and feel the bass in your stomach, by annoying music. Everything from hard rock, rap and of course Avril Levigne. It would be nice not to have to worry that oops, Judge slammed the door and then jumped off of his couch! Now to be blasted for 52 minutes and 34 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the good news is, we only have five, not quite six months of renting here, and then we hopefully will find somewhere else to live. I really pray that we find something very time consuming to do with our summer so that we aren't home much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, at least I have those wonderful moments with the boys that crop up. Playing games, telling eachother stories, and my current favorite, rocking Ender to sleep at night...having him fall asleep in my arms has to be the most rewarding, wonderful thing in the world. You don't know how glorious it feels to have this little bounding piece of heaven snuggle into your arms and drop into a deep sleep. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A definite feel good moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-3938975901931841068?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3938975901931841068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3938975901931841068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3938975901931841068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3938975901931841068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-party-so-i-will.html' title='My party so I will....'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-8412196095301511418</id><published>2008-01-11T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:18:18.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a while hasn't it?  Sad thing is, one of the things keeping me busy is working on family blogs.  So mine can suffer in silence.  Oh, well.  Lots has happened.  Christmas being the main thing.  The kids loved visiting their grandparents.  I hate making them leave when they are having such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ender is army crawling all over the place.  I can't tell if he just hasn't figured out the knees and hands approach, or if this works so well for him that he is going to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywho, they had a great time and all were amazed at how much the boys have grown since they last saw them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiden is patiently waiting for his birthday and Judge is struggling with potty-training.  I hope within the next few weeks it wont be struggling anymore, but accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am all work.  I am in the process of deciding whether or not to separate the boys sleeping arrangements.  We get so tired of the fighting.  We think that maybe having separate places to go might help diffuse the situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-8412196095301511418?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/8412196095301511418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=8412196095301511418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8412196095301511418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/8412196095301511418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1084405566046505624</id><published>2007-12-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:44:58.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>7th Heaven</title><content type='html'>Not to toot my own horn, but we are celebrating our seventh anniversary. I can't believe we have been married for seven years. Of course if you take our three kids and divide those years by them, it is amazing. We have had a kid every 2.37 years if you figure it mathematically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been a wonderful, fun, stressful, crazy, irrational, emotional, and spiritually growing seven years. You think you know it all, then you get married and you find out otherwise, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be married to Kale. I can't picture my life without him, and that includes his Peacock sense of humor that he has. I can't picture my life without our children either, but without him it would be insane. It is nice to know you have someone there to fall back on, when the kids have driven you to the point of pulling out hairs, or when you want to talk, or just to sit and watch TV with. Companionship is what they call it I do believe. It is so wonderful to have a companion. We might not always get along, but I do think that is part of the fun of being married. Finding out the similarities you have and the big deep differences. You can talk about both, but it is the differences that make things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for our anniversary we went to a new restaurant in St. George. It is the Texas Roadhouse. Great food and good prices. Later, probably tomorrow on our "actual" anniversary, we will drink some sparkling cider and celebrate with the kids instead of leaving them with a sitter...they should enjoy that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1084405566046505624?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1084405566046505624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1084405566046505624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1084405566046505624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1084405566046505624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/12/7th-heaven.html' title='7th Heaven'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-6325317136510126496</id><published>2007-12-02T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:03:03.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KISS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R1O2qg3wJXI/AAAAAAAAANk/o1-1mUGf914/s1600-R/Kids+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R1O2qg3wJXI/AAAAAAAAANk/_PkefiPtfkg/s320/Kids+tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139652441254405490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you can get busy with other stuff. I have been keeping the family blog up to date, and I am sad to say have let my own personal blog slide. But what else do you think would happen with the holidays around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a successful Thanksgiving dinner. The first of our soon to be seven years together, that we ate alone as a family. No traveling this time. It was nice not having to travel, but I do miss family at these times. We did get our tree put up today. The kids were so excited. I let both Raiden and Judge help put on ornaments. They were proud of the job they did. And I will admit, for a three and five year old their tree decorating skills are pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ender is growing like crazy. It seems like just yesterday we were proud of him rolling over. Now he rolls all around and sits up on his own. He loves sitting up, and I know he will love it even more when he figures out the crawling thing. Ender also learned that a bottle can be his friend. You show him one and boy what a happy camper he is. I hate to see the end of nursing him, but I think we will both be better off at this point. If that kid wasn't twenty pounds and approaching two and a half feet I think I would still try to manage..but it isn't meant to be. He has discovered you can have fun with your tongue. Now he constantly sticks it out and makes weird faces at you. I told kale it made me think of the band kiss, so we took one of his photos and doctored it just a tad, can you tell?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R1O3zA3wJYI/AAAAAAAAANs/aVmmPjTlc-w/s1600-R/kisses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R1O3zA3wJYI/AAAAAAAAANs/Cq9zPld9n4Q/s320/kisses.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139653686794921346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-6325317136510126496?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/6325317136510126496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=6325317136510126496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6325317136510126496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6325317136510126496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R1O2qg3wJXI/AAAAAAAAANk/_PkefiPtfkg/s72-c/Kids+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2252151904567142196</id><published>2007-11-14T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:38:41.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Kids, not what your expecting</title><content type='html'>When you were having kids, as you added each one to the family, did you ever get, not overwhelmed, but baffled by the love you feel growing in your heart and soul? It seems you are brimming to the top, and that your going to overflow at any second? It is a wonderful, but weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost want to say it is like you love your first, but then you really love your second, and somehow impossibly you love your third even more. Not that you love that third child more, but it seems like you FEEL it, somewhere you didn't feel it before? Maybe it is because he is a baby right now, and likes to cuddle. But so does Judge. Or that they have been sick, and he still isn't feeling the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I seem to be feeling this a lot lately. It just makes me wonder what is in store for me here in the next few years. I am nervous about the ones we have. Are we raising them right? I think so. I am excited about the possibility of more, cause I can feel that they are there. But will we have them here on earth? Or will I be waiting for the eternities for them, especially for that little girl I would so like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter concerns me the most, and I wish it didn't. I don't like the feeling it gives me when I think about it. You would think with three wonderful spirits, and I say wonderful because I know how special they are because of how the Lord made us wait and struggle with each, that I would be happy and unconcerned about more kids. But this feeling increases with each child. Not so much with Raiden, because we were so relieved to have him safe and sound. But Judge took so long to get here I was beginning to wonder. And then Ender, such a miracle, since we were wondering if there would even be anymore to come to us while here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous about more children. I feel like we should be having more, but is that just me? I get so sick and my body doesn't handle it well, but I am anxious for more already. Part of this I know is a phase I go through when my babies start to get independent. But it is a worry all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have the boys, and for that I am eternally grateful. Hopefully there will be more to be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-2252151904567142196?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2252151904567142196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2252151904567142196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2252151904567142196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2252151904567142196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/11/kids-not-what-your-expecting.html' title='Kids, not what your expecting'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-7352702269561374308</id><published>2007-11-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:33:14.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSI'/><title type='text'>Da, Dum...Da, Dum.....Da, Dum...(Jaws)</title><content type='html'>This is it. Is everyone ready for it?....Are you holding your breath? This is the big week on CSI. What will happen to Jorja Fox? Go out quietly? With a big bang? Who knows with CSI. They brought her on by having a rookie murdered, so turnabout is fair play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the writers striking I am awfully glad that the few shows I do watch have some pre-filmed. I guess that way I can go through withdrawals later when I am more prepared. If not, I guess I can always rent the series through the library and watch them again. Not to mention that the last season will be coming out on DVD. I could always start there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...newsflash...Don't forget Project Runway aires this Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-7352702269561374308?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7352702269561374308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=7352702269561374308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7352702269561374308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7352702269561374308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-dumda-dumda-dumjaws.html' title='Da, Dum...Da, Dum.....Da, Dum...(Jaws)'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1230292480881541255</id><published>2007-11-09T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T06:26:24.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUlzvHe61I/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6sXznYr_ug/s1600-h/raiden+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUlzvHe61I/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6sXznYr_ug/s320/raiden+2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131048921209957202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get our newest pictures.  They are so cute, so says the mommy.  Raiden got his at school.  I was impressed at how well they turned out.  Ever since he got his glasses it has been quite the accomplishment to get a photo without the glare showing up on his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUmM_He62I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Rvl4-mhJ4zY/s1600-h/judge+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUmM_He62I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Rvl4-mhJ4zY/s320/judge+2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131049355001654114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Judge was a challenge and a half.  Just getting him to smile this time around was like talking someone into cutting off a finger or something.  Such a little drama person when he wants to be.  But the picture wasn't bad, and I have to admit he is quite the cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUnH_He63I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Hr6OklGN3-E/s1600-h/ender+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUnH_He63I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Hr6OklGN3-E/s320/ender+2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131050368613935986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ender was a delight.  Just talk to the guy and he smiled all you wanted.  The hardest task with him was keeping his hands out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having my boys, and it gets better cause they're three cute little boys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1230292480881541255?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1230292480881541255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1230292480881541255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1230292480881541255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1230292480881541255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/RzUlzvHe61I/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6sXznYr_ug/s72-c/raiden+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1161134530399671817</id><published>2007-11-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:28:49.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>All around the town</title><content type='html'>I have been spread everywhere lately. It is run to the school, run to work, run to church, to the store, and a lot to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us but my husband has been to see some type of doctor this month. Ender got shots, Raiden got stitches, and Judge has a form of asthma. I get the luckiest of all though. The dentist. Two root canals on Monday. Isn't that just something you look forward too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1161134530399671817?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1161134530399671817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1161134530399671817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1161134530399671817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1161134530399671817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-around-town.html' title='All around the town'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3030016956204441961</id><published>2007-10-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T12:44:05.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>Breath...</title><content type='html'>Boy has it been a while.  It seems like things all of a sudden get piled on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my procedure done to remove the skin cancer, but then I had to go to Vegas to see a surgeon to fix what damage was done to remove the cancer.  So I have been to Vegas three times.  Once for a consultation, then for the surgery, then for a check up to remove the stitches.  I have to go back in three months to verify the healing of the tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that what is there... Just run, run, run... Soccer season ended on Wednesday.  Thank goodness.  It was fun, but with me working it was a lot of work for Kale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will breath deep, and until holiday stuff gets here I can relax...So I have till Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-3030016956204441961?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3030016956204441961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3030016956204441961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3030016956204441961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3030016956204441961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/10/breath.html' title='Breath...'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-5892486241682039921</id><published>2007-10-09T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:51:21.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Well, as the title indicates I have learned an important lesson. I went in to the dermatologist today to get a Basil Cell skin cancer removed. After a five hour crash course I know not to wait when you have a question about your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am cancer free, but I have a huge chunk of skin missing from my face. Not just my face, on my nose. So, I get what every girl in Vegas dreams of. A chance to go to the plastic surgeons and have it be covered by my health insurance. So now I can say I have had my nose done, without fear... Personally, I would prefer saying I got a boob job, but alas...the nose won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-5892486241682039921?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/5892486241682039921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=5892486241682039921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5892486241682039921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/5892486241682039921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/10/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-6491099329559776371</id><published>2007-10-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:50:37.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Boy where does it go?  I think about it, and I honestly don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ender is a pro at rolling over now.  He is sooo cute.  You lay him down, and he immediatly rolls onto his belly.  No more back for him....  He gets very frustrated though when he rolls over in his sleep.  He will wake up squaking pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;He also got his first taste of rice cereal on Friday.  Loved it the first time, hated it the next two times, and now he might like it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge is going through this torment stage.  Everything has to be done...just right...or he blows up big time.  Like one night I threw a wrapper away in the wrong garbage can.  It took an hour to get him calmed down enough to know what was upsetting him.  I hope he grows out of this soon.  I am tired of temper tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is just the same.  Except I did start my new exercise regime today.  I hate excersicing.  The only thing I hate more is being overweight.  Hopefully my hate of one will eclipse the other and I can loose some pounds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-6491099329559776371?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/6491099329559776371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=6491099329559776371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6491099329559776371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6491099329559776371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1876292519889022809</id><published>2007-10-02T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:40:28.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Turning Over</title><content type='html'>I know people get tired about hearing about other people's babies accomplishments...or whatever you want to call them.  But I always get excited when they start to take those steps forward that prove they aren't just a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ender turned over all by himself.  I was gone to Relief Society when he did it the first time.  But when I came back I was just watching him, and he did it!  So cute and exciting when they do something for the first time.  Makes you sigh and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1876292519889022809?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1876292519889022809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1876292519889022809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1876292519889022809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1876292519889022809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/10/turning-over.html' title='Turning Over'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-1940133684891765803</id><published>2007-09-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:10:34.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Costumes</title><content type='html'>Well it has happened. The dreaded Halloween costume hunt. This year we decided that the moment our kids saw the one they couldn't live without being, we would just get it and put ourselves out of our misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiden was easy. He has wanted to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle since the movie came out. The hard part was that he wanted to be which ever one is the purple turtle. Well I don't know if they put one of those out. So we just grabbed one of what was available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge....ahhh...Judge. He has desperately and passionately declared that he wants to be a dragon. His reasoning is, is that if he is a dragon he blows fire...and that he can eat up ninja turtles...not lying. That is what he has told me. So we got him a dragon costume... It arrived today... And the first words out of his mouth are..."I don't want to be a dragon, I want to be a ninja turtle." But I think we have managed to talk him into being a dragon again. Now they are starting on asking what Ender is going to be. I told them a lion, cause we have one already. And Judge tells me, "He can't be a lion, he has to be baby Simba." So I guess baby Simba he shall be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-1940133684891765803?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/1940133684891765803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=1940133684891765803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1940133684891765803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/1940133684891765803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/costumes.html' title='Costumes'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-3075661654172984423</id><published>2007-09-26T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:03:19.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Oh!  I forgot to announce Raiden's exciting news.  He scored his first goal tonight.  He was so excited when I came home from work.  He could wait to tell me how he had scored a point for his team and that they had won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-3075661654172984423?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/3075661654172984423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=3075661654172984423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3075661654172984423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/3075661654172984423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2713110814295542351</id><published>2007-09-26T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:01:50.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Nothing gets me more upset than a lazy co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted not all of us have jobs we adore, or love going to day after day. But at least have enough pride to not do a half-assed job of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a co-worker that I am not sure knows the meaning of work. When it takes him three hours to do a hour and a half job, what is he up to. I like to avoid certain aspects of the job as well, but I figure hey! The sooner I get it done the sooner it is over. Isn't that the correct attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on with the story. I work in a library. We are supposed to wear shoes so that if books fall our feet wont be injured as badly. He wears flip-flops. We are supposed to rotate out the newspapers nightly...He just puts the new one in and leaves the old. We are supposed to alphabetize, and keep organize assigned sections of the library...He has yet to touch his. Trying to help someone find a cd is getting to be ridiculous. When the country, rock, and rap run together you now there are going to be issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I just hate feeling like I do my job and then start to try to do someone elses just to help out the patrons who come to library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get paid to do something, I figure you should preform the tasks you are getting paid for, and not skimp on the job at hand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-2713110814295542351?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2713110814295542351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2713110814295542351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2713110814295542351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2713110814295542351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-4008814024610728142</id><published>2007-09-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:03:05.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housewife'/><title type='text'>Being Mom</title><content type='html'>You know there are days that you wonder.  Why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.  Once again doing dishes, cleaning house, getting kids ready for school, feeding, changing, yadda yadda yadda.  On these days I do wonder why I do this.  I don't enjoy cleaning, or doing the dishes.  I don't enjoy being a housewife.  I despise it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love being mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did housewife and mom become interchangeable?  Maybe they didn't, but in my world it sure seems like one means the other.  I can see why moms can get postpartum depression.  This gets crazy and very unenjoyable.  Most of all overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to enjoy my baby and my kids without worrying about the state of my house, laundry, or wether or not dinner is going to be ready any time soon.  I hate feeling like I need to stick to a schedule so things get done..and then there is no me time for you.  Because the moment you might get it, you feel guilty for all the things that aren't done, that you should have done...why does the cycle never end?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cause we are moms? or women?  I don't know.  But somedays, I want to just be mom, and not the maid....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-4008814024610728142?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/4008814024610728142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=4008814024610728142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4008814024610728142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4008814024610728142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-mom.html' title='Being Mom'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-6712497567587539030</id><published>2007-09-23T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:38:41.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Sunday Rush</title><content type='html'>What is it about Sunday mornings that make life crazy.  Maybe it is the fact that our church starts at 8.  We have yet to get there on time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our bishop, who is Kale's boss, asked us if we would speak sometime in October...I hate being asked that...So I think we will be speaking at the end of the month...at least once you've done it, it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put Ender into his johnny-jumper today for the first time.  Talk about heaven.  He was really suprised at first that when he kicked his legs he bounced.  But then he really got into it.  He was giggling and laughing most of the time.  Then his brothers came along and tried to assist him.  That could get dangerous.  So I had to keep them away from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-6712497567587539030?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/6712497567587539030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=6712497567587539030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6712497567587539030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/6712497567587539030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-rush.html' title='Sunday Rush'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-9131998080633632256</id><published>2007-09-22T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:00:54.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, it is that time of year again. No not football, but the annual trying to get your kids picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have gone a lot smoother if the Walmarts in our area hadn't closed their portrait studios. So we went up to Cedar City. We figured that way we can get their pictures done and get a CHS football game in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh! Ender is the best baby ever I have decided. He was so cooperative. He smiled and giggled so much. The hardest thing was to keep his hands out of his mouth. I can't wait to get his pictures back. Then...dum..de...dum dum... Judge! Very frustrating. If a child is going to give me gray hair, he will be the one. Threw a fit from beginning to end...No matter what...We did get some good photos...but nothing in comparison to Ender's. So we will see in a few weeks how well they turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took in a soccer practice today. It was so cute to see Raiden kicking the ball around. Even better was watching him get excited about making a goal... I got to give the kid credit...He knows how to celebrate a good thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-9131998080633632256?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/9131998080633632256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=9131998080633632256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/9131998080633632256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/9131998080633632256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-7315842233210753615</id><published>2007-09-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:47:46.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge to Terabithia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Mimzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSI'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>While doing laundry, dishes, and other assorted mom tasks we watched a few movies today. Bridge to Terabithia and The Last Mimzy. I hate to say it, but as far as kid movies go I was sorely disappointed. Bridge to Terabithia is not, and let me repeat...is not a kid movie or book. Although the story is good and the movie isn't bad I am not going to let my five year old watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Mimzy was cute and I will probably watch it again, but is still is out of my kids realm a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget everyone....next week, Thursday...CSI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-7315842233210753615?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/7315842233210753615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=7315842233210753615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7315842233210753615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/7315842233210753615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-4132946755267952959</id><published>2007-09-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:07:21.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ender'/><title type='text'>Who's Me?</title><content type='html'>It didn't occur to me tell now, that I haven't introduced myself really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three entertaining boys.  Raiden is five, Judge is three, and our newest Ender is four months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiden just started kindergarten and is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Judge is stuck at home and is hating that his friend is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Ender...well feed him, hold him, and play with him and he is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, Kale, teaches at the middle school here.  He is responsible for the sixth grade history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am currently employed as a page at the Mesquite library.  Not a glorious job, or well enjoyed for that matter, but it adds to the money pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I love to read.  Hand me a good book, and don't interupt me and I can be good for hours.  But take into consideration the children, and it usually is minutes these days instead.  I also like to cook, mostly desserts.... Brownies and Chocolate Chip Cookies are the current favorites these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on Monday I became a member of the all famous Soccer Mom club.  I don't have the van yet, but I have two kids playing.  One on the green team, the Little Thunders, and another on the orange team, the Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mostly covers it for now I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-4132946755267952959?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/4132946755267952959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=4132946755267952959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4132946755267952959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/4132946755267952959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/whos-me.html' title='Who&apos;s Me?'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2895936610393377594</id><published>2007-09-19T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:14:27.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>It makes you feel pretty good about yourself and your family when your kid comes home from school talking about their new friend.  With Raiden, our oldest, you never know what to expect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he comes home talking about his little brown friend...  We thought he had befriended some little black boy in his class...but we weren't close.  His name is Andy and he is Oriental.  Chinese, Japanese, I am not sure which.  But they sure are cute together.  I met him for the first time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture those moments in love stories where the two main characters slowly run together, with their arms wide open...Well that is how they are, without the arms wide open...You would think it was an eternity since they last saw each other...But it is good to know that they have someone they get along with and like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much has changed...did laundry, need to do the dishes, and am ignoring the boxes in my living room that need to be unpacked.  You know you are in trouble when you contimplate poking the baby to wake him up to avoid unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot my best news of all...the baby, Ender, is teething...I guess that isn't my good news, but his...and he is a proud four months old today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-2895936610393377594?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2895936610393377594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2895936610393377594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2895936610393377594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2895936610393377594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099350867000731085.post-2078851112931400171</id><published>2007-09-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:59:52.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misty'/><title type='text'>Me too!</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided that Misty has a good idea.  So I figured I should do it too.  What better way for people to see what we are up to...especially if they are avoiding a phone call...or just don't have the time for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kudos to Misty.  Thanks for sending an email letting us in on this good idea...hopefully we both have a good time with this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099350867000731085-2078851112931400171?l=khpeacock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/feeds/2078851112931400171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7099350867000731085&amp;postID=2078851112931400171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2078851112931400171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7099350867000731085/posts/default/2078851112931400171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khpeacock.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-too.html' title='Me too!'/><author><name>Hallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10927513533593845684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1DjZZQhcbmE/R-yfw9wVk1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/OMluD_dzm_E/S220/book1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
