<?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-9008011707746795906</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:46:23.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazar Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1994954094763935165</id><published>2011-07-10T19:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:20:37.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvsnj9A-AB0/ThpTKPO3yFI/AAAAAAAACiI/E6BPPwstS2c/s1600/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627902119705561170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvsnj9A-AB0/ThpTKPO3yFI/AAAAAAAACiI/E6BPPwstS2c/s320/DSC01874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July our neighbors host a huge Children's Parade and it gets bigger and better every year. All the kids decorate there bikes, scooters, ride-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt; and ride around our block. Last year and this year I decorated our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ride-on&lt;/span&gt; car like this. Clara wanted to drive it this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkZ0Ed3VlIE/ThpTJi62d3I/AAAAAAAACiA/QWduhlfxdho/s1600/DSC01875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627902107810428786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkZ0Ed3VlIE/ThpTJi62d3I/AAAAAAAACiA/QWduhlfxdho/s320/DSC01875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they all are ready to begin. It starts and ends right on our street a couple houses down from ours. After the parade our neighbors provide hamburgers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow cones&lt;/span&gt;, popcorn and otter pops, and everyone else brings a side dish or a dessert. It is so much fun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xtIZCPAwO0/ThpTJdg-G1I/AAAAAAAACh4/QX2Fa-mT-Rc/s1600/DSC01877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627902106359700306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6xtIZCPAwO0/ThpTJdg-G1I/AAAAAAAACh4/QX2Fa-mT-Rc/s320/DSC01877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7jIb_wId0c/ThpTJDFfLPI/AAAAAAAAChw/GKhi5TlPEi8/s1600/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627902099265105138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7jIb_wId0c/ThpTJDFfLPI/AAAAAAAAChw/GKhi5TlPEi8/s320/DSC01878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year a fire truck led the way sirens and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUAx7gbpY1E/ThpTI9O8uaI/AAAAAAAACho/ICofxBE_GL4/s1600/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627902097694177698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUAx7gbpY1E/ThpTI9O8uaI/AAAAAAAACho/ICofxBE_GL4/s320/DSC01879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were about 300 people there according to our neighbors by counting how many hamburgers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; were eaten. This is the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNUS4yVWXIg/ThpSup3xjnI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ld656GcDQEA/s1600/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901645820104306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNUS4yVWXIg/ThpSup3xjnI/AAAAAAAAChg/Ld656GcDQEA/s320/DSC01880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q12Hvg9gqYc/ThpSuHimEJI/AAAAAAAAChY/mbgVEDa8yHc/s1600/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901636604465298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q12Hvg9gqYc/ThpSuHimEJI/AAAAAAAAChY/mbgVEDa8yHc/s320/DSC01881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h60_H80ZHmg/ThpStyfNGRI/AAAAAAAAChQ/rIT21v-UbkM/s1600/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901630953101586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h60_H80ZHmg/ThpStyfNGRI/AAAAAAAAChQ/rIT21v-UbkM/s320/DSC01882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Top4lypsTck/ThpStxF7U9I/AAAAAAAAChI/n1pjiKHkQR4/s1600/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901630578643922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Top4lypsTck/ThpStxF7U9I/AAAAAAAAChI/n1pjiKHkQR4/s320/DSC01885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there off. I started walking with Clara and then had to catch up with Alvin because he was driving his ATV and not looking where he was going and he just about took out another kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkZdRDyrcBQ/ThpSthxLnJI/AAAAAAAAChA/BR4R95gBzbw/s1600/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901626465098898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkZdRDyrcBQ/ThpSthxLnJI/AAAAAAAAChA/BR4R95gBzbw/s320/DSC01887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is looking the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZTkDjIYOQw/ThpSMcJQaTI/AAAAAAAACg4/5Dd92WZyUn8/s1600/DSC01893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901058019780914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZTkDjIYOQw/ThpSMcJQaTI/AAAAAAAACg4/5Dd92WZyUn8/s320/DSC01893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the parade the fire engine raised it's ladder with the hose at the top and sprayed down the entire street. The kids were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1IlDR9UW6M/ThpSMN4stPI/AAAAAAAACgw/rYBNaLUlfWs/s1600/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901054192235762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r1IlDR9UW6M/ThpSMN4stPI/AAAAAAAACgw/rYBNaLUlfWs/s320/DSC01894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5aaVYqWcc/ThpSLk-7BXI/AAAAAAAACgo/3XVVUNoYyes/s1600/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901043212486002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5aaVYqWcc/ThpSLk-7BXI/AAAAAAAACgo/3XVVUNoYyes/s320/DSC01895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB1lKNKulQ8/ThpSLdOP9_I/AAAAAAAACgg/RoQ9SQLnX78/s1600/DSC01896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901041129289714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB1lKNKulQ8/ThpSLdOP9_I/AAAAAAAACgg/RoQ9SQLnX78/s320/DSC01896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl1d8VBuFlY/ThpSLJ5Ld7I/AAAAAAAACgY/rT3zluBlqp8/s1600/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627901035940640690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl1d8VBuFlY/ThpSLJ5Ld7I/AAAAAAAACgY/rT3zluBlqp8/s320/DSC01897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin and Clara got to sit on the fire truck. Reid was no where to be found doing all of the activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some little video's of the parade and the fire truck spraying the kids. 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6333280289203662590</id><published>2011-07-10T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:27:31.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean Dean the Dancin Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBXx_aPrAqM/ThpPfNTj-UI/AAAAAAAACgQ/MDdTt0pIbBA/s1600/DSC01858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627898081919105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBXx_aPrAqM/ThpPfNTj-UI/AAAAAAAACgQ/MDdTt0pIbBA/s320/DSC01858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skirt I made for my neighbors daughter in trade for her cake baking skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxoij29IsP4/ThpPe4D0Q2I/AAAAAAAACgI/KtfII2FpkF4/s1600/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627898076215919458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxoij29IsP4/ThpPe4D0Q2I/AAAAAAAACgI/KtfII2FpkF4/s320/DSC01903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dean at 7 weeks. We all call him "Dean, Dean the dancin machine". I try not to say it out loud, but I will have to say he is a pretty fussy baby. I still can't say I have ever had an angel baby and I guess I won't ever say it since this is my last baby. I guess I was made to take care of fussy babies. I don't feel like I was made to take care of these little fussy guys. I don't do it very well. I keep trying different things with each baby thinking I did it all wrong last time and this time I will make them an angel baby, but still they are fussy. I am still trying with this little guy. He is a cute little guy fussy or not. Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWmdn3670O0/ThpPeuYz6BI/AAAAAAAACgA/nRsm1KQidbE/s1600/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627898073619621906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWmdn3670O0/ThpPeuYz6BI/AAAAAAAACgA/nRsm1KQidbE/s320/DSC01899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d94RphwNmv4/ThpPeRHgeII/AAAAAAAACf4/lG3SKdx3DcU/s1600/DSC01863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627898065762416770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d94RphwNmv4/ThpPeRHgeII/AAAAAAAACf4/lG3SKdx3DcU/s320/DSC01863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6333280289203662590?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6333280289203662590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6333280289203662590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6333280289203662590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6333280289203662590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/07/dean-dean-dancin-machine.html' title='Dean Dean the Dancin Machine'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBXx_aPrAqM/ThpPfNTj-UI/AAAAAAAACgQ/MDdTt0pIbBA/s72-c/DSC01858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7655634034585644111</id><published>2011-07-10T18:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:49:05.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q9sjNlj-GI/ThpDOvp6N2I/AAAAAAAACfw/SM9VoSJ2pdQ/s1600/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884604942333794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q9sjNlj-GI/ThpDOvp6N2I/AAAAAAAACfw/SM9VoSJ2pdQ/s320/DSC01844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am finally posting pictures of my house. I finally feel like the decorating I have slowly been doing is coming together. I still have some other things I will need to swap out and add but it looks pretty good for now. This is the view when you walk into the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PM83GRteG_k/ThpDHAkfJBI/AAAAAAAACfo/dhllClaahx0/s1600/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884472044037138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PM83GRteG_k/ThpDHAkfJBI/AAAAAAAACfo/dhllClaahx0/s320/DSC01845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is in the entry way. I made the cushion for the chair and I painted this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; frame turquoise (it use to be black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWA7blu1T8U/ThpDG_y1riI/AAAAAAAACfg/a37JV94U52I/s1600/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884471835799074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWA7blu1T8U/ThpDG_y1riI/AAAAAAAACfg/a37JV94U52I/s320/DSC01846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I painted this canvas myself with a lot of painters tape and time:) It took a long time. Way more than I wanted to spend, but I love the result. These green glass bowls were handed down to David by his grandparents. I love them and that they have sentimental value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ht6tJ8WSOss/ThpDGATnhbI/AAAAAAAACfY/-RBxqWFpPy8/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884454793414066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ht6tJ8WSOss/ThpDGATnhbI/AAAAAAAACfY/-RBxqWFpPy8/s320/DSC01847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our entryway. You can see the windows from the loft upstairs. I really liked this part the house. It adds a fun look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq3emwHX10A/ThpDGHFSTlI/AAAAAAAACfQ/SLIoUw0vbQU/s1600/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884456612351570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq3emwHX10A/ThpDGHFSTlI/AAAAAAAACfQ/SLIoUw0vbQU/s320/DSC01848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of our staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7Zk6P9jZg/ThpDFhATSEI/AAAAAAAACfI/wNp6KCLnFhw/s1600/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884446390896706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT7Zk6P9jZg/ThpDFhATSEI/AAAAAAAACfI/wNp6KCLnFhw/s320/DSC01849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gallery wall up my stairs. I mod &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;podged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the wooden letter H with turquoise lattice paper and I painted the ampersand sign on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FF5TMszhgg/ThpCw8044SI/AAAAAAAACfA/lSt-7ZFlg30/s1600/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884093081968930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_FF5TMszhgg/ThpCw8044SI/AAAAAAAACfA/lSt-7ZFlg30/s320/DSC01850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgjZUvF7W-M/ThpCwt9RRzI/AAAAAAAACe4/-puBwWxnAHU/s1600/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884089090590514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgjZUvF7W-M/ThpCwt9RRzI/AAAAAAAACe4/-puBwWxnAHU/s320/DSC01851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kitchen/ dining room. I wanted this chandelier for a long time and David surprised me with it for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. David isn't the best at surprise gifts so it made it even more special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BjAilMTZwM/ThpCwZq3joI/AAAAAAAACew/tvlixdRYgqc/s1600/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884083644698242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BjAilMTZwM/ThpCwZq3joI/AAAAAAAACew/tvlixdRYgqc/s320/DSC01852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our old coffee table that I painted and then distressed and then glazed. I can't find the perfect coffee table yet so I thought painting my old one until I find one worked great. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnkznDL9xo8/ThpCvnB8GgI/AAAAAAAACeo/VDiEpSsClDg/s1600/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884070051256834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gnkznDL9xo8/ThpCvnB8GgI/AAAAAAAACeo/VDiEpSsClDg/s320/DSC01853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the pillows for the couch. It is so hard to find the right color for pillows so it is such an easy thing to make and then you can get them exactly how you want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_FZOziRC4o/ThpCvQIr-1I/AAAAAAAACeg/g5QXa6ehp9g/s1600/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627884063905545042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_FZOziRC4o/ThpCvQIr-1I/AAAAAAAACeg/g5QXa6ehp9g/s320/DSC01854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entertainment center. This is a really neat piece from restoration hardware. It was the perfect size and color for our house. It looks a lot better in person. It really stands out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7655634034585644111?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7655634034585644111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7655634034585644111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7655634034585644111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7655634034585644111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q9sjNlj-GI/ThpDOvp6N2I/AAAAAAAACfw/SM9VoSJ2pdQ/s72-c/DSC01844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-12879209400562061</id><published>2011-06-20T14:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:22:41.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming, Dean one month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyNDNOHeiRY/Tf-p81lxJFI/AAAAAAAACeI/jwHuS3RDHGE/s1600/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397722624402514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyNDNOHeiRY/Tf-p81lxJFI/AAAAAAAACeI/jwHuS3RDHGE/s320/DSC01833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimmimg at my mom's pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jK68epDRtgU/Tf-p8iNNCSI/AAAAAAAACeA/xI7QmU31f10/s1600/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397717421099298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jK68epDRtgU/Tf-p8iNNCSI/AAAAAAAACeA/xI7QmU31f10/s320/DSC01824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dean is 1 month old and smiling. I even caught one in the picture. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olm3UTWrlNQ/Tf-p8BAn72I/AAAAAAAACd4/9szqfkYhL-Q/s1600/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620397708509966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olm3UTWrlNQ/Tf-p8BAn72I/AAAAAAAACd4/9szqfkYhL-Q/s320/DSC01829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-12879209400562061?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/12879209400562061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=12879209400562061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/12879209400562061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/12879209400562061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/swimming-dean-one-month.html' title='Swimming, Dean one month'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyNDNOHeiRY/Tf-p81lxJFI/AAAAAAAACeI/jwHuS3RDHGE/s72-c/DSC01833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7793994676194654797</id><published>2011-06-20T12:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:24:24.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sew cute :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db2qS1-VO3s/TgD7VSkllnI/AAAAAAAACeY/FXIYnMlsBoY/s1600/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620768678139500146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db2qS1-VO3s/TgD7VSkllnI/AAAAAAAACeY/FXIYnMlsBoY/s320/DSC01840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pillows I made for our bench on our front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MP5eCPk-qdo/Tf-pJJRaF_I/AAAAAAAACdw/kQitLEbQxV8/s1600/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620396834554517490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MP5eCPk-qdo/Tf-pJJRaF_I/AAAAAAAACdw/kQitLEbQxV8/s320/DSC01810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress I designed and made for Clara. I was going for kind of an orphan look, but more modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UokwiCGr6l4/Tf-pHpIQd3I/AAAAAAAACdo/hnK4cdTbFRI/s1600/DSC01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620396808746334066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UokwiCGr6l4/Tf-pHpIQd3I/AAAAAAAACdo/hnK4cdTbFRI/s320/DSC01813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finished it and it needed a little something so I made this to sew on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXwBIE6DwJ4/Tf-pG69PolI/AAAAAAAACdg/H5smvkl4yaw/s1600/DSC01815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620396796352111186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXwBIE6DwJ4/Tf-pG69PolI/AAAAAAAACdg/H5smvkl4yaw/s320/DSC01815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; most of the gathers are on one side and one side is longer than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-362f1e9m3Ek/Tf-pGvY1drI/AAAAAAAACdY/3YONTDo8oe8/s1600/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620396793246611122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-362f1e9m3Ek/Tf-pGvY1drI/AAAAAAAACdY/3YONTDo8oe8/s320/DSC01816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason this picture uploaded the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61aLHHte7w4/Tf-mXNMlGFI/AAAAAAAACdI/u1Iym_Djl84/s1600/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620393777591294034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61aLHHte7w4/Tf-mXNMlGFI/AAAAAAAACdI/u1Iym_Djl84/s320/DSC01834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chair cushions I made for our patio furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JqP0R6VLpI/Tf-mXC0-9kI/AAAAAAAACdA/NMEZcTVmnCg/s1600/DSC01835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620393774807971394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JqP0R6VLpI/Tf-mXC0-9kI/AAAAAAAACdA/NMEZcTVmnCg/s320/DSC01835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTBrVXxkTk/Tf-mWmu8wgI/AAAAAAAACc4/jVGP-G0kw5k/s1600/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620393767266468354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpTBrVXxkTk/Tf-mWmu8wgI/AAAAAAAACc4/jVGP-G0kw5k/s320/DSC01838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought this dress at forever 21 and added this bib to it. so cute on Clara.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjgMi7qxOSo/Tf-mWGruzwI/AAAAAAAACcw/KiiBO6wJND0/s1600/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620393758663036674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjgMi7qxOSo/Tf-mWGruzwI/AAAAAAAACcw/KiiBO6wJND0/s320/DSC01839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7793994676194654797?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7793994676194654797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7793994676194654797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7793994676194654797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7793994676194654797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/sew-cute.html' title='sew cute :)'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-db2qS1-VO3s/TgD7VSkllnI/AAAAAAAACeY/FXIYnMlsBoY/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7965315409129814582</id><published>2011-06-20T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:23:03.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ3JGNpInPc/Tf-MMU5uyPI/AAAAAAAACco/7mN1KXOu8dc/s1600/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620365003378837746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ3JGNpInPc/Tf-MMU5uyPI/AAAAAAAACco/7mN1KXOu8dc/s320/DSC01799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got a trampoline this summer and the kids are loving it. They jumped for 3 days straight and by the end of the 3rd day they were so tired, but still could not stop jumping. So far we have had such a fun summer. The kids play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nonstop&lt;/span&gt; all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PlSdzMpNG0/Tf-ML5NH5DI/AAAAAAAACcg/lkVbKAoHrpI/s1600/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620364995943982130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PlSdzMpNG0/Tf-ML5NH5DI/AAAAAAAACcg/lkVbKAoHrpI/s320/DSC01804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is little Dean at 3-4 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epshNgcDxJo/Tf-MLTgRqhI/AAAAAAAACcY/l2Hv94D6BHg/s1600/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620364985823767058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epshNgcDxJo/Tf-MLTgRqhI/AAAAAAAACcY/l2Hv94D6BHg/s320/DSC01807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin pretending to have a baby in his belly. &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/9008011707746795906-7965315409129814582?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7965315409129814582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7965315409129814582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7965315409129814582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7965315409129814582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/trampoline.html' title='Trampoline'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ3JGNpInPc/Tf-MMU5uyPI/AAAAAAAACco/7mN1KXOu8dc/s72-c/DSC01799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6493281418654525647</id><published>2011-06-20T08:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:22:40.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Clara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHp4QaxceVI/Tf9cecQft_I/AAAAAAAACcQ/QLFgTIcOuE4/s1600/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312538032879602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHp4QaxceVI/Tf9cecQft_I/AAAAAAAACcQ/QLFgTIcOuE4/s320/DSC01776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara turned 6 this year and had a "C" birthday party. She is wearing the shirt I made for all the girls with a "corsage" on it. Everything started with c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK8jH_u80gM/Tf9cT5p1kpI/AAAAAAAACcI/x67hUoTYS_c/s1600/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312356945236626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK8jH_u80gM/Tf9cT5p1kpI/AAAAAAAACcI/x67hUoTYS_c/s320/DSC01798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another of the shirts that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_AjINGbbeY/Tf9cTmcZ7LI/AAAAAAAACcA/P9GqmRx8hQA/s1600/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312351788625074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_AjINGbbeY/Tf9cTmcZ7LI/AAAAAAAACcA/P9GqmRx8hQA/s320/DSC01769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VOsQQOyTE8/Tf9cS5WQnQI/AAAAAAAACb4/l82DgjAGt84/s1600/DSC01770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312339683253506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VOsQQOyTE8/Tf9cS5WQnQI/AAAAAAAACb4/l82DgjAGt84/s320/DSC01770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had cupcakes. My neighbor made me these cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to put on top they are made out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gum paste&lt;/span&gt; so they are edible. She makes the best cakes and cupcakes herself. I traded with her and made a shirt for her daughter and she made me these darling cupcake toppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31-czm3V9Ao/Tf9cSGicbPI/AAAAAAAACbw/169f1ad1h8g/s1600/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312326044151026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31-czm3V9Ao/Tf9cSGicbPI/AAAAAAAACbw/169f1ad1h8g/s320/DSC01771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a candy buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQRQpJ-mKhA/Tf9cQ0Bq-OI/AAAAAAAACbo/YSX45D45VSs/s1600/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620312303894984930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQRQpJ-mKhA/Tf9cQ0Bq-OI/AAAAAAAACbo/YSX45D45VSs/s320/DSC01772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And animal cookies, crackers, and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOpL0Coh0S0/Tf9bgJYBVnI/AAAAAAAACbg/tZyeNu9RnO0/s1600/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311467812279922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOpL0Coh0S0/Tf9bgJYBVnI/AAAAAAAACbg/tZyeNu9RnO0/s320/DSC01774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decorated c cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RQ72tn9fJE/Tf9bfpIIZeI/AAAAAAAACbY/trFN-s-Nl0M/s1600/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311459155699170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RQ72tn9fJE/Tf9bfpIIZeI/AAAAAAAACbY/trFN-s-Nl0M/s320/DSC01777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the decorations that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eerg57Jcamc/Tf9bfKwSiyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Ldges6gENVU/s1600/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311451002637090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eerg57Jcamc/Tf9bfKwSiyI/AAAAAAAACbQ/Ldges6gENVU/s320/DSC01779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each banner had a cameo of Clara, a crown, a cupcake, and cat, a letter c, and each one said Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrnitjPapO8/Tf9betSOJeI/AAAAAAAACbI/ojvzcdhHX0k/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311443091891682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrnitjPapO8/Tf9betSOJeI/AAAAAAAACbI/ojvzcdhHX0k/s320/DSC01788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made cat ears, and had an obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qBCroujDlA/Tf9bd-jFj-I/AAAAAAAACbA/Sl9t2g56VGw/s1600/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620311430546165730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qBCroujDlA/Tf9bd-jFj-I/AAAAAAAACbA/Sl9t2g56VGw/s320/DSC01789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played a game with cotton balls. I put &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lansinol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on their faces and they had to see how many cotton balls they could stick to their faces. the girl with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; won. We were going to play a game with candles where you have to squirt the candles out with a squirt gun, but it was too windy outside to light candles so we didn't get to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9o79zXE0MU8/Tf9aYFRcyyI/AAAAAAAACa4/ZN8zKjonMfI/s1600/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620310229760396066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9o79zXE0MU8/Tf9aYFRcyyI/AAAAAAAACa4/ZN8zKjonMfI/s320/DSC01793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara is such a sweetheart. She helps me so much. She hates when when anyone is upset and will do anything to make them happy. She is such a loving sister to her 3 brothers. Clara is such a tomboy. Most of her friends are boys and the girls in the neighborhood try to tell her not to play with the boys, but she is such an adventurous girl that she can't help but play with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I got Clara as a daughter. We love her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6493281418654525647?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6493281418654525647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6493281418654525647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6493281418654525647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6493281418654525647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/c-is-for-clara.html' title='C is for Clara'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHp4QaxceVI/Tf9cecQft_I/AAAAAAAACcQ/QLFgTIcOuE4/s72-c/DSC01776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8472672709445760009</id><published>2011-06-06T13:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:21:08.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3R6DYWy7sw/Te0raxkswTI/AAAAAAAACaw/cgIf_AFe1b8/s1600/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615192049384735026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3R6DYWy7sw/Te0raxkswTI/AAAAAAAACaw/cgIf_AFe1b8/s320/DSC01753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid was in a play at school. He was a snake. Here he is ready to sing in the chorus. He did a good job. He had a lot of lines to memorize and he was constantly whispering to the other snake what his lines were. It was so much fun to watch. He even had to do a little dance with the other snake and shake his booty. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDGjDxLuJtc/Te0raU7JNXI/AAAAAAAACao/YC7VKvgMXAE/s1600/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615192041694246258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pDGjDxLuJtc/Te0raU7JNXI/AAAAAAAACao/YC7VKvgMXAE/s320/DSC01764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid lost his first tooth. Kind of late but it finally happened. He is 8 and a half and hasn't lost a tooth until now. He lost it in the beginning of June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8472672709445760009?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8472672709445760009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8472672709445760009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8472672709445760009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8472672709445760009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/reid.html' title='Reid!!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3R6DYWy7sw/Te0raxkswTI/AAAAAAAACaw/cgIf_AFe1b8/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-306200668325712466</id><published>2011-06-06T13:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:20:48.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean 2 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVPiLQJRa4/Te0q4JlJJFI/AAAAAAAACag/arM3dAacpHM/s1600/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615191454533624914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVPiLQJRa4/Te0q4JlJJFI/AAAAAAAACag/arM3dAacpHM/s320/DSC01728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bigger. I took him to his 2 week appointment and he was almost 10lbs and grew almost 3 inches. unless they didn't stretch him out enough in the hospital. He is a big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CivSN46uUmE/Te0qzSjRGfI/AAAAAAAACaQ/aPeX07EDrIk/s1600/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615191371042331122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CivSN46uUmE/Te0qzSjRGfI/AAAAAAAACaQ/aPeX07EDrIk/s320/DSC01741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQuaN8Llz4g/Te0qvMQsoHI/AAAAAAAACaI/p3WRWlyMJ4A/s1600/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615191300634353778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQuaN8Llz4g/Te0qvMQsoHI/AAAAAAAACaI/p3WRWlyMJ4A/s320/DSC01748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He reminds of of Reid because he never relaxes. He is always trying to lift his head up and does a pretty good job. Look at him arching his back. He is like a seal. He is so strong for 2 weeks. &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/9008011707746795906-306200668325712466?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/306200668325712466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=306200668325712466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/306200668325712466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/306200668325712466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/dean-2-weeks-old.html' title='Dean 2 weeks old'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVPiLQJRa4/Te0q4JlJJFI/AAAAAAAACag/arM3dAacpHM/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-715072095345531133</id><published>2011-06-06T12:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:20:21.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean 1 week old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZUpcpbZbz8/Te0pzXEg3rI/AAAAAAAACaA/HASLej_XcYM/s1600/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615190272743890610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZUpcpbZbz8/Te0pzXEg3rI/AAAAAAAACaA/HASLej_XcYM/s320/IMG_3999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My in-laws came to visit and see Dean for the first time when he was a week old. My mother-in-law took this picture of out house. I haven't shared a picture since we have landscaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AYq9zQAV4o/Te0pvwrs2bI/AAAAAAAACZ4/dr_is6oX5x0/s1600/IMG_3992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615190210899663282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AYq9zQAV4o/Te0pvwrs2bI/AAAAAAAACZ4/dr_is6oX5x0/s320/IMG_3992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big brother Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MSZjsrOLxo/Te0prhNIkBI/AAAAAAAACZw/EBL7E_kDxAQ/s1600/IMG_4000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615190138025447442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MSZjsrOLxo/Te0prhNIkBI/AAAAAAAACZw/EBL7E_kDxAQ/s320/IMG_4000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dean one week old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ymnebslra0w/Te0prcMsCZI/AAAAAAAACZo/1rDe8_JThD0/s1600/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615190136681400722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ymnebslra0w/Te0prcMsCZI/AAAAAAAACZo/1rDe8_JThD0/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dean and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido&lt;/span&gt;.(Grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v990vjugc4A/Te0o2j5NwmI/AAAAAAAACZg/xP8ct4n0wvc/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615189228214141538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v990vjugc4A/Te0o2j5NwmI/AAAAAAAACZg/xP8ct4n0wvc/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Candace and Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnZN5ZPc3s0/Te0o2HU6ftI/AAAAAAAACZY/BvurxzLCfn4/s1600/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615189220545691346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnZN5ZPc3s0/Te0o2HU6ftI/AAAAAAAACZY/BvurxzLCfn4/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He looks like all of my other kids. A combo of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XL99f-rn8c/Te0o1pkbDII/AAAAAAAACZQ/yD4Td237YpY/s1600/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615189212557675650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XL99f-rn8c/Te0o1pkbDII/AAAAAAAACZQ/yD4Td237YpY/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcA_1iPB3wc/Te0o1HRIrhI/AAAAAAAACZI/SdoRy3Ana_Q/s1600/IMG_4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615189203349974546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcA_1iPB3wc/Te0o1HRIrhI/AAAAAAAACZI/SdoRy3Ana_Q/s320/IMG_4037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08AsUw7bWfs/Te0oyIUCsOI/AAAAAAAACZA/vhs4DOgbLAs/s1600/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615189152090992866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-08AsUw7bWfs/Te0oyIUCsOI/AAAAAAAACZA/vhs4DOgbLAs/s320/IMG_4046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-715072095345531133?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/715072095345531133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=715072095345531133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/715072095345531133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/715072095345531133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/dean-1-week-old.html' title='Dean 1 week old.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZUpcpbZbz8/Te0pzXEg3rI/AAAAAAAACaA/HASLej_XcYM/s72-c/IMG_3999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-444351057766759</id><published>2011-06-06T07:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:18:59.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dean arrived!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KCVfqCimqU/Te0i6sTfVbI/AAAAAAAACY4/l0uGuY_l4yc/s1600/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615182702121538994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KCVfqCimqU/Te0i6sTfVbI/AAAAAAAACY4/l0uGuY_l4yc/s320/DSC01668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big belly right before I went in. I will never have one of these again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q4ICJTRa_g/Te0i6QxFIKI/AAAAAAAACYw/dxldjoXA0w4/s1600/DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615182694729457826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q4ICJTRa_g/Te0i6QxFIKI/AAAAAAAACYw/dxldjoXA0w4/s320/DSC01672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was induced 2 days early this time. I usually wait and go overdue, but this time I felt like he was big and i was right. He was 8lbs 10oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kwOU5_D9GQ/Te0i6NtSMVI/AAAAAAAACYo/wxEyMZzquV8/s1600/DSC01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615182693908230482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kwOU5_D9GQ/Te0i6NtSMVI/AAAAAAAACYo/wxEyMZzquV8/s320/DSC01674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Merrit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; born May 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 5:22pm. 8lbs 10oz 19 1/2 inches. It was probably my hardest delivery. It took forever for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anaesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt; to come in and so I was in tons of pain and then while in the process of giving me the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;epidural&lt;/span&gt; the girl next door was having major problems so he ripped out my needle and ran into the other room. They told me he might not be able to come back. Luckily, he did but I had to go through tons of pain waiting. Then one side wasn't working and my heart rate was dropping. I had the push tons more and i ripped. I am just glad he was okay and healthy. I would rather go through the pain than worry about him. Anyway, it is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2p6CxcMKzQ/Te0AbkGd1oI/AAAAAAAACYg/IpSO39266b8/s1600/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144783948142210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2p6CxcMKzQ/Te0AbkGd1oI/AAAAAAAACYg/IpSO39266b8/s320/DSC01675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144780017953282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXE7h0ezz2M/Te0AbVdb6gI/AAAAAAAACYY/SlLwdrqPHTU/s320/DSC01680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qq6Ri7Cuh-E/Te0Aa3znkaI/AAAAAAAACYQ/9MNjJ_ZIIh8/s1600/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144772057928098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qq6Ri7Cuh-E/Te0Aa3znkaI/AAAAAAAACYQ/9MNjJ_ZIIh8/s320/DSC01682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_IyEEoDVHw/Te0AaVH2UEI/AAAAAAAACYI/aW0t7l0jdYM/s1600/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144762747539522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_IyEEoDVHw/Te0AaVH2UEI/AAAAAAAACYI/aW0t7l0jdYM/s320/DSC01685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LM9U6JWPPU/Te0AaIWi3zI/AAAAAAAACYA/fVh5YydIO_s/s1600/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615144759319519026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LM9U6JWPPU/Te0AaIWi3zI/AAAAAAAACYA/fVh5YydIO_s/s320/DSC01686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8G_kNIpj7A/Tez-Y4gcBdI/AAAAAAAACX4/X1rRGlWxwos/s1600/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615142538862921170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8G_kNIpj7A/Tez-Y4gcBdI/AAAAAAAACX4/X1rRGlWxwos/s320/DSC01696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68VFzRexS0M/Tez-YVlcmoI/AAAAAAAACXw/pctRgs1w9jM/s1600/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615142529488689794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68VFzRexS0M/Tez-YVlcmoI/AAAAAAAACXw/pctRgs1w9jM/s320/DSC01700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-NvyEKGVr4/Tez-XwlQQrI/AAAAAAAACXo/SMr1SsYQxnY/s1600/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615142519555769010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-NvyEKGVr4/Tez-XwlQQrI/AAAAAAAACXo/SMr1SsYQxnY/s320/DSC01704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMk4wl4oqpw/Tez-XVa0eKI/AAAAAAAACXg/OG3BgOUxo3Q/s1600/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615142512264247458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMk4wl4oqpw/Tez-XVa0eKI/AAAAAAAACXg/OG3BgOUxo3Q/s320/DSC01706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53u1lowTvOI/Tez-XJCA4aI/AAAAAAAACXY/N3ByRiefN-M/s1600/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615142508938977698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53u1lowTvOI/Tez-XJCA4aI/AAAAAAAACXY/N3ByRiefN-M/s320/DSC01708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-444351057766759?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/444351057766759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=444351057766759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/444351057766759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/444351057766759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-dean-arrived.html' title='Baby Dean arrived!!!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KCVfqCimqU/Te0i6sTfVbI/AAAAAAAACY4/l0uGuY_l4yc/s72-c/DSC01668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2836832417154161737</id><published>2011-06-06T07:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:17:11.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixDNwxswTJA/Tezc6A-FCPI/AAAAAAAACXI/76dFizE0IWU/s1600/DSC01661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615105724675066098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixDNwxswTJA/Tezc6A-FCPI/AAAAAAAACXI/76dFizE0IWU/s320/DSC01661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter egg hunt in the park. Clara was so happy because Alvin got her a golden egg that was in his section. Inside was $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyo_YnpAhzg/Tezc5tez_yI/AAAAAAAACXA/q79WTXrys4Q/s1600/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615105719443652386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hyo_YnpAhzg/Tezc5tez_yI/AAAAAAAACXA/q79WTXrys4Q/s320/DSC01662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sPA3DX9XnY/Tezc5Qmuw-I/AAAAAAAACW4/oHik9hx1Y8k/s1600/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615105711692235746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6sPA3DX9XnY/Tezc5Qmuw-I/AAAAAAAACW4/oHik9hx1Y8k/s320/DSC01664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter outfits &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning. &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/9008011707746795906-2836832417154161737?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2836832417154161737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2836832417154161737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2836832417154161737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2836832417154161737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixDNwxswTJA/Tezc6A-FCPI/AAAAAAAACXI/76dFizE0IWU/s72-c/DSC01661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5232801415893961373</id><published>2011-06-06T04:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:16:39.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding in San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6F50uHaqj4/Teyqb14LAlI/AAAAAAAACWw/57SHBtcC8Ec/s1600/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615050230720037458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6F50uHaqj4/Teyqb14LAlI/AAAAAAAACWw/57SHBtcC8Ec/s320/DSC01621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David's cousin got married in April in San Diego where she lives. The ceremony and reception were right on the beach. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHiQwwVb3YE/Teyp_mkAs1I/AAAAAAAACWo/j5nG5ZiVXIQ/s1600/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049745572606802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHiQwwVb3YE/Teyp_mkAs1I/AAAAAAAACWo/j5nG5ZiVXIQ/s320/DSC01609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reid a&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; cousin the night before at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XFguTD_rs/Teyp_WSlLII/AAAAAAAACWg/-1V0qZ0UEQ0/s1600/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049741204532354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XFguTD_rs/Teyp_WSlLII/AAAAAAAACWg/-1V0qZ0UEQ0/s320/DSC01610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara with her cousins. There are 4 girls all within a year apart. They are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKEfNQ8RhJw/TeyptJAlQoI/AAAAAAAACWY/5zq1t1Qs9iw/s1600/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049428401734274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BKEfNQ8RhJw/TeyptJAlQoI/AAAAAAAACWY/5zq1t1Qs9iw/s320/DSC01612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvin also has a boy cousin close to his age. They are so cute together holding hands and all. Alvin kept telling him that he loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA26pUudE8o/Teyps1dy3rI/AAAAAAAACWQ/FO0dHb_TygI/s1600/IMG_4327edited.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049423155551922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DA26pUudE8o/Teyps1dy3rI/AAAAAAAACWQ/FO0dHb_TygI/s320/IMG_4327edited.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family pic at wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0YLvHFAys/TeypsuZydfI/AAAAAAAACWI/L20C_2eIQgw/s1600/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049421259699698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv0YLvHFAys/TeypsuZydfI/AAAAAAAACWI/L20C_2eIQgw/s320/DSC01613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was suppose to rain, but it turned out to be a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KRN120SFPI/TeypsLJ00yI/AAAAAAAACWA/iUJQ6sN5HHo/s1600/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049411797504802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KRN120SFPI/TeypsLJ00yI/AAAAAAAACWA/iUJQ6sN5HHo/s320/DSC01615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As9zZ0olo3U/Teypr0a_RVI/AAAAAAAACV4/S6-ewr7e4TE/s1600/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615049405695477074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As9zZ0olo3U/Teypr0a_RVI/AAAAAAAACV4/S6-ewr7e4TE/s320/DSC01618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuFShA6Obh4/Teyo8RMStqI/AAAAAAAACVw/G6OaZFMikNM/s1600/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615048588784744098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuFShA6Obh4/Teyo8RMStqI/AAAAAAAACVw/G6OaZFMikNM/s320/DSC01616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhEalXQGrNA/Teyo799W0xI/AAAAAAAACVo/cvpbvN2Hu5o/s1600/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615048583621825298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhEalXQGrNA/Teyo799W0xI/AAAAAAAACVo/cvpbvN2Hu5o/s320/DSC01623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ID34tg0KnDA/Teyo7ieg2fI/AAAAAAAACVg/FMbEhd8CUZE/s1600/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615048576244701682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ID34tg0KnDA/Teyo7ieg2fI/AAAAAAAACVg/FMbEhd8CUZE/s320/DSC01629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara's signature move.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxjoNTEnvNs/Teyo7FoaOfI/AAAAAAAACVY/hxC7dFIuFF0/s1600/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615048568501582322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxjoNTEnvNs/Teyo7FoaOfI/AAAAAAAACVY/hxC7dFIuFF0/s320/DSC01624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-by9tYzQELfQ/Teyo65XBWsI/AAAAAAAACVQ/H7zskjDTGd0/s1600/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615048565207423682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-by9tYzQELfQ/Teyo65XBWsI/AAAAAAAACVQ/H7zskjDTGd0/s320/DSC01625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZdhm6GKELo/TeynggC1UMI/AAAAAAAACU4/9jsE27JaPmg/s1600/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047012223635650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZdhm6GKELo/TeynggC1UMI/AAAAAAAACU4/9jsE27JaPmg/s320/DSC01653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CromOeL2dI/TeyngW_9oII/AAAAAAAACUw/IaemGsdagPQ/s1600/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047009795678338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CromOeL2dI/TeyngW_9oII/AAAAAAAACUw/IaemGsdagPQ/s320/DSC01658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Balcony in our hotel room. We were right on the ocean. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EWYlv3FjBc/TeyngI1FGVI/AAAAAAAACUo/eKYDIOcx9vc/s1600/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047005991934290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EWYlv3FjBc/TeyngI1FGVI/AAAAAAAACUo/eKYDIOcx9vc/s320/DSC01657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also got to go to sea world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-5232801415893961373?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5232801415893961373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5232801415893961373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5232801415893961373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5232801415893961373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-in-san-diego.html' title='Wedding in San Diego'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6F50uHaqj4/Teyqb14LAlI/AAAAAAAACWw/57SHBtcC8Ec/s72-c/DSC01621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3124272538877214141</id><published>2011-06-06T03:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:15:26.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin turned 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZs5hi5xac/TeylxYXkgMI/AAAAAAAACUg/2qF3RiXzxm8/s1600/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615045103197651138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZs5hi5xac/TeylxYXkgMI/AAAAAAAACUg/2qF3RiXzxm8/s320/DSC01605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the easy way out and went to Jungle Jim's for Alvin's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party. He was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vA6w0gLeeRI/TeylxHxwArI/AAAAAAAACUY/YjP9mrF_liM/s1600/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615045098744054450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vA6w0gLeeRI/TeylxHxwArI/AAAAAAAACUY/YjP9mrF_liM/s320/DSC01608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin is our most strong willed so far. So he has always kept us on our toes. Although he is strong he also has a very sweet soft side. Alvin has the cutest smile. He says the "s" sound for the letter "f". He has a very low voice. He loves salad and candy. He loves to play and goes a mile a minute. We all love Alvin very much. Happy Birthday Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5W1si9exgo/TeylwoQ4l4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/GhYNMTRUfaA/s1600/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615045090284705666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5W1si9exgo/TeylwoQ4l4I/AAAAAAAACUQ/GhYNMTRUfaA/s320/DSC01593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made him a mickey mouse cake using round cake pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VLpEILTTtE/TeylwRBbsLI/AAAAAAAACUI/W7Zuf4Ko6is/s1600/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615045084045881522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VLpEILTTtE/TeylwRBbsLI/AAAAAAAACUI/W7Zuf4Ko6is/s320/DSC01599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf09d-uq_Qc/TeylwBUN3bI/AAAAAAAACUA/ud2DhdZhIj0/s1600/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615045079829700018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf09d-uq_Qc/TeylwBUN3bI/AAAAAAAACUA/ud2DhdZhIj0/s320/DSC01604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9008011707746795906-3124272538877214141?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3124272538877214141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3124272538877214141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3124272538877214141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3124272538877214141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/alvin-turned-3.html' title='Alvin turned 3.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZs5hi5xac/TeylxYXkgMI/AAAAAAAACUg/2qF3RiXzxm8/s72-c/DSC01605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7663028303952579391</id><published>2011-06-06T01:37:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:14:53.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea90_UIkDFI/TgD6IaQc7MI/AAAAAAAACeQ/bLZTHjJQIKw/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620767357352602818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea90_UIkDFI/TgD6IaQc7MI/AAAAAAAACeQ/bLZTHjJQIKw/s320/DSC01842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress i made for Clara. I made the bodice out of some old jeans I cut up and the buttons on the bodice are so buttons off of a dress my mom had when she was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LptX9G8C0hE/TeyEaTOHemI/AAAAAAAACT4/XUZUa4pS7x8/s1600/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615008422795115106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LptX9G8C0hE/TeyEaTOHemI/AAAAAAAACT4/XUZUa4pS7x8/s320/DSC01617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of my latest sewing projects. This dress and pants I made for Clara for her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; dress. She also got to wear it to David's cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_AOfzQZCwE/TeyEN7iOEXI/AAAAAAAACTw/Sz4YPzWHFN4/s1600/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615008210278551922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_AOfzQZCwE/TeyEN7iOEXI/AAAAAAAACTw/Sz4YPzWHFN4/s320/DSC01571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby shoes for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLYpGFy4FcI/TeyENeRE-lI/AAAAAAAACTo/_9nKsISK23U/s1600/DSC01562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615008202422024786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLYpGFy4FcI/TeyENeRE-lI/AAAAAAAACTo/_9nKsISK23U/s320/DSC01562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun peasant dress for Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wA1jy2m3G08/TeyD-B0VvvI/AAAAAAAACTg/wjwt921jYpI/s1600/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615007937087258354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wA1jy2m3G08/TeyD-B0VvvI/AAAAAAAACTg/wjwt921jYpI/s320/DSC01588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress for my niece Chloe. Again I used the same old jeans to make the bodice. I made shoes for Dean out of these jeans too. I had them in a DI bag and had a great idea to use them as fabric for sewing. What else can I use in my DI bag:)????&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/9008011707746795906-7663028303952579391?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7663028303952579391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7663028303952579391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7663028303952579391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7663028303952579391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-sewing.html' title='More Sewing'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea90_UIkDFI/TgD6IaQc7MI/AAAAAAAACeQ/bLZTHjJQIKw/s72-c/DSC01842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6169625596230867707</id><published>2011-06-06T01:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:15:41.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newport Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN80pjozuKQ/TeyDkXiThFI/AAAAAAAACTY/kmRO3Co-Zug/s1600/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615007496240596050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN80pjozuKQ/TeyDkXiThFI/AAAAAAAACTY/kmRO3Co-Zug/s320/DSC01572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I fit in one last trip without the kids before the baby was born. It was heaven. The only thing bad about it is once you get a taste of freedom you want more. I can hardly wait to go again on a trip alone, but I know it will be a while before we get to go without the new baby. We went to Newport California and had a blast. It was so relaxing. Here we are at the Newport Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ZZOsreK3k/TeyDkI51wvI/AAAAAAAACTQ/dB-YXIpxWoU/s1600/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615007492312777458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ZZOsreK3k/TeyDkI51wvI/AAAAAAAACTQ/dB-YXIpxWoU/s320/DSC01574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at a restaurant called Blue Water Grill. It was so yummy we went there twice. We went to the best restaurants. Some of my favorites were Blue water grill, R+D Kitchen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tru&lt;/span&gt; Food Grill, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BJ's&lt;/span&gt; pizza, and we found the best bakery at Fashion island called Pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monde&lt;/span&gt;. They have the best almond pastry and pecan chocolate chip cookie. We went everyday and shared one of each. I can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6169625596230867707?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6169625596230867707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6169625596230867707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6169625596230867707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6169625596230867707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/newport-beach.html' title='Newport Beach'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FN80pjozuKQ/TeyDkXiThFI/AAAAAAAACTY/kmRO3Co-Zug/s72-c/DSC01572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1462214063811759877</id><published>2011-06-06T01:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:06:24.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmk-hjfpg9Q/TeyCyoOQgII/AAAAAAAACTI/aZahgIR-IUw/s1600/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615006641726455938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmk-hjfpg9Q/TeyCyoOQgII/AAAAAAAACTI/aZahgIR-IUw/s320/DSC01564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid had his first pinewood derby. He didn't do so well or should I say David didn't do so well. We did take note of what he did wrong and what to do next year. I have to admit I am not a big fan of the whole pinewood derby. It is a little too competitive for me. And the kids who win usually win because their dad knew the best way to make their car. Reid seemed okay with not winning, but I felt bad for him. He did win most realistic looking car. Reid isn't a competitive kid so he was happy with his award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juclnvFbu8U/TeyCyYbVBVI/AAAAAAAACTA/EH0DQYzYUKQ/s1600/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615006637486310738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juclnvFbu8U/TeyCyYbVBVI/AAAAAAAACTA/EH0DQYzYUKQ/s320/DSC01565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pext0H2QQRc/TeyCxzPd2hI/AAAAAAAACS4/pMxQwj6m_ug/s1600/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615006627504445970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pext0H2QQRc/TeyCxzPd2hI/AAAAAAAACS4/pMxQwj6m_ug/s320/DSC01569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-1462214063811759877?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1462214063811759877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1462214063811759877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1462214063811759877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1462214063811759877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/06/oi.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmk-hjfpg9Q/TeyCyoOQgII/AAAAAAAACTI/aZahgIR-IUw/s72-c/DSC01564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-9079994543847577185</id><published>2011-02-01T08:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:41:15.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am having another boy.  I was so upset too.  I was very surprised at my reaction.  I knew I would be sad if it was a boy, but I was really sad and cried for 2 days.  At first I was so sad, and then I was mad, and then I was in denial.  I went through all the stages.  And then I woke up the 3rd day and I was fine.  I found out the week of Christmas so that didn't help either.  I told David he didn't have to get me a present for Christmas this year(thinking that I was getting a girl for Christmas), but when I found out it was a boy I told him "you better get me a really good present" and by the way he did.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me with this chandelier I have been dying for to put in the kitchen.  Anyway, I am fine with my boy now and I think part of it was that I was already in a bad mood being pregnant and needed the girl to cheer me up and when it didn't I just let it all out.  All I can say is that it better be an angel baby boy.  My family will be the same as the family I grew up in.  I was an only girl and I had 3 brothers, 1 older and 2 younger.  So at least I should be pretty use to the set up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-9079994543847577185?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/9079994543847577185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=9079994543847577185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9079994543847577185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9079994543847577185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3144163694104516989</id><published>2011-01-31T21:19:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:24:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures of My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUi_7Wo8ZDI/AAAAAAAACSQ/SZZapFahxgk/s1600/IMG_2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568911965654115378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUi_7Wo8ZDI/AAAAAAAACSQ/SZZapFahxgk/s320/IMG_2066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUi_6m7VqSI/AAAAAAAACSI/cwBiCkA8qDQ/s1600/IMG_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568911952846367010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUi_6m7VqSI/AAAAAAAACSI/cwBiCkA8qDQ/s320/IMG_1924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeRR-wmisI/AAAAAAAACSA/tlM4un0reZI/s1600/IMG_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579202357562050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeRR-wmisI/AAAAAAAACSA/tlM4un0reZI/s320/IMG_2534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law Michelle has picked of a new hobby of photography. I could not be more excited about this. She is awesome at it too. She definitely has a natural talent for it. I am so happy how my pictures turned out. When I was in Arizona I did her hair and for payment she took my kids pictures. It was perfect. I was so due for some good pictures of my kids too. Here they are Clara is now 5, Reid is 8, and Alvin is 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeRCdRc_JI/AAAAAAAACR4/DI0YQGbEQWg/s1600/IMG_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578935670504594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeRCdRc_JI/AAAAAAAACR4/DI0YQGbEQWg/s320/IMG_2478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeQx_TbAxI/AAAAAAAACRw/KHJihn7w3Cs/s1600/IMG_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578652747793170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeQx_TbAxI/AAAAAAAACRw/KHJihn7w3Cs/s320/IMG_2497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeQSwZesTI/AAAAAAAACRo/tGYCavDRRn0/s1600/IMG_2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578116170723634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeQSwZesTI/AAAAAAAACRo/tGYCavDRRn0/s320/IMG_2411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeP8NdDyuI/AAAAAAAACRg/gU-o3_eveEE/s1600/IMG_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568577728833374946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeP8NdDyuI/AAAAAAAACRg/gU-o3_eveEE/s320/IMG_2344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUePunOUFgI/AAAAAAAACRY/V8ducwFh1Gw/s1600/IMG_2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568577495232681474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUePunOUFgI/AAAAAAAACRY/V8ducwFh1Gw/s320/IMG_2319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUePTa6wKMI/AAAAAAAACRQ/I0ACy1lOhMo/s1600/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568577028072941762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUePTa6wKMI/AAAAAAAACRQ/I0ACy1lOhMo/s320/IMG_2176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeL4BNfzFI/AAAAAAAACRI/cfSCpFrTiNc/s1600/IMG_2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568573258780888146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeL4BNfzFI/AAAAAAAACRI/cfSCpFrTiNc/s320/IMG_2074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeL3wkKo_I/AAAAAAAACRA/PQOkts_k99o/s1600/IMG_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568573254312567794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeL3wkKo_I/AAAAAAAACRA/PQOkts_k99o/s320/IMG_2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeLh2rFUqI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0E1fyrGLRCs/s1600/IMG_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572877995070114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeLh2rFUqI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0E1fyrGLRCs/s320/IMG_1872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeLhcS_YQI/AAAAAAAACQw/LbgTtI5-j30/s1600/IMG_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568572870914695426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeLhcS_YQI/AAAAAAAACQw/LbgTtI5-j30/s320/IMG_1833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3144163694104516989?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3144163694104516989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3144163694104516989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3144163694104516989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3144163694104516989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-pictures-of-my-kids.html' title='New Pictures of My Kids'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUi_7Wo8ZDI/AAAAAAAACSQ/SZZapFahxgk/s72-c/IMG_2066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3388886867849692010</id><published>2011-01-31T21:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:26:50.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJliDXpeI/AAAAAAAACQo/CWucO6tZ4G0/s1600/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570742156010978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJliDXpeI/AAAAAAAACQo/CWucO6tZ4G0/s320/DSC01541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Christmas this year we surprised the kids with a disneyland trip.  We didn't tell them til after Christmas so that it wouldn't take away from the excitement of Christmas and so we didn't have to hear them asking us everyday "How many more days til we go to Disneyland?"  We had a lot of fun despite the fact that we all got sick while we were there.  David was sick 2 days before we left and it hit him hard while we were there. Reid had it a week before so he was pretty much better and Clara woke up the day we left with a fever so she had it the whole time and Alvin pretty much had a fever the whole time too.  David, finally after being up every night coughing had to go find an instacare and go on an antibiotic. And then the next day we finally brought Clara to the instacare because she had been complaining the last 3 days of her ears hurting. (note that we didn't have a car to do all of this) I didn't want her to miss a day of disneyland so I pushed her in the stroller and jogged the whole way to the instacare at 6am in the morning, oh and don't forget that I am 5 months pregnant at this time too.  Luckily I didn't get the sickness until the last day so I was the care taker for everyone, even though being pregnant is a sickness in itself:) Clara ended up with both ears being infected and Alvin ended up with one ear infection(which we didn't take him to the doctor until we got home) oh and by the way our insurance doesn't cover out of state doctors so let's just say we spent a lot of money on medical stuff this trip.  We were there for 5 days so we did end up with some good days through it all and the weather was nice and it wasn't crowded.  I will still look back on the trip and say we had a fun time even though we were all sick.  Disneyland is always magical even when you are sick:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJlGOiVLI/AAAAAAAACQg/3_tWD6eeHmE/s1600/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570734686655666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJlGOiVLI/AAAAAAAACQg/3_tWD6eeHmE/s320/DSC01537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara was so excited that she finally got to see Tinkerbell.  Last time we went they didn't have a Tinkerbell character and Tinkerbell is Clara's favorite. "She doesn't like princesses"  What little girl doesn't like princesses? She has always been somewhat of a tomboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJk1LMfeI/AAAAAAAACQY/4lAM0Vob7dQ/s1600/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570730109238754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJk1LMfeI/AAAAAAAACQY/4lAM0Vob7dQ/s320/DSC01530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the bugs life show.  Every time I take my kids to this show I forget how scary it is.  Big black widow spiders coming down from the ceiling, bees stinging, bugs crawling on your seat, and a big mean grasshopper.  Let's just say they didn't trust me when I told them the next show we went to wasn't scary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJklg1GWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/4XQH7UFwT2Q/s1600/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570725905013090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJklg1GWI/AAAAAAAACQQ/4XQH7UFwT2Q/s320/DSC01527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJkNTdI0I/AAAAAAAACQI/LDZxMqRYhKM/s1600/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570719406465858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJkNTdI0I/AAAAAAAACQI/LDZxMqRYhKM/s320/DSC01526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGnJLGiI/AAAAAAAACQA/JA63Ei5971g/s1600/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570210946587170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGnJLGiI/AAAAAAAACQA/JA63Ei5971g/s320/DSC01525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGYEqZtI/AAAAAAAACP4/SPx-s2cv9w8/s1600/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570206901135058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGYEqZtI/AAAAAAAACP4/SPx-s2cv9w8/s320/DSC01524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGDukQgI/AAAAAAAACPw/AvWc_5d2V64/s1600/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570201439748610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJGDukQgI/AAAAAAAACPw/AvWc_5d2V64/s320/DSC01519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like I am ready for a blizzard in these pictures.  The first 2 days were colder, but still nice, but I am such a wimp in the cold that I need to always be bundled up.  I look kind of silly next my my husband and kids without coats on.  At least Alvin will wear a coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJF6Vi_MI/AAAAAAAACPo/V9KJTPsZ1_8/s1600/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570198918888642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJF6Vi_MI/AAAAAAAACPo/V9KJTPsZ1_8/s320/DSC01518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJFRaDb_I/AAAAAAAACPg/stwL7m8a5i8/s1600/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570187931938802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJFRaDb_I/AAAAAAAACPg/stwL7m8a5i8/s320/DSC01515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid went on every ride this year.  His favorite ride was splash mountain(Dave had to take him on it like 10 times), but he also liked space mountain and the Matterhorn.  He wasn't sure how he liked the Tower of Terror and Screamin over California.  He for sure didn't ask to go again.  He was a brave boy to do them all though.  Clara is pretty scared when it comes to rides, but I can already tell Alvin will be our most daring.  He will put his arms up on the toon town roller coaster already.  So funny to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3388886867849692010?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3388886867849692010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3388886867849692010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3388886867849692010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3388886867849692010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeJliDXpeI/AAAAAAAACQo/CWucO6tZ4G0/s72-c/DSC01541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3606241371707887233</id><published>2011-01-31T21:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:51:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeIZOWucxI/AAAAAAAACPQ/cEYLxZrxGbE/s1600/IMG_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568569431198429970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeIZOWucxI/AAAAAAAACPQ/cEYLxZrxGbE/s320/IMG_2576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's that time of year when I sew all sorts of Christmas presents.  Although, my sewing days have become spread out all through the year now, but it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; more during the holidays.  This year Clara got an American Girl Doll for Christmas and so I made a dress for it that matched Clara's Christmas dress I made this year.  It was so much fun making a tiny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH1Ykm8WI/AAAAAAAACPI/F19I83QIk8o/s1600/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568815465722210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH1Ykm8WI/AAAAAAAACPI/F19I83QIk8o/s320/DSC01555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I am having a baby boy I have started to sew more boy stuff now that I am going to have 3 boys.  Although, I couldn't help but make a girl pair.  The boy pairs are reversible that is why they are each different so you could see the 2 sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH1MUMl2I/AAAAAAAACPA/L5jEbYNcUXA/s1600/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568812175660898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH1MUMl2I/AAAAAAAACPA/L5jEbYNcUXA/s320/DSC01554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See I am making boy stuff.  Pants for Alvin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0hdCtSI/AAAAAAAACO4/mC2hpDr4Zn8/s1600/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568800670037282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0hdCtSI/AAAAAAAACO4/mC2hpDr4Zn8/s320/DSC01550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pair for Alvin.  Harlem pants.  You can't see, but they have cute pockets on the bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0TXi3eI/AAAAAAAACOw/_X0Nes2aPio/s1600/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568796888882658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0TXi3eI/AAAAAAAACOw/_X0Nes2aPio/s320/DSC01549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0OgStxI/AAAAAAAACOo/kCVCYKWJgIM/s1600/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568795583395602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeH0OgStxI/AAAAAAAACOo/kCVCYKWJgIM/s320/DSC01547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reversible ties for Reid and Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHRVLB_dI/AAAAAAAACOg/tmCVCbw0X9s/s1600/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568196077845970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHRVLB_dI/AAAAAAAACOg/tmCVCbw0X9s/s320/DSC01484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skirt for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHRHHo2UI/AAAAAAAACOY/JWAGqjqaMjY/s1600/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568192305518914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHRHHo2UI/AAAAAAAACOY/JWAGqjqaMjY/s320/DSC01469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Cali's Christmas present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQ7K9_bI/AAAAAAAACOQ/ybGXbEDnf0c/s1600/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568189098261938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQ7K9_bI/AAAAAAAACOQ/ybGXbEDnf0c/s320/DSC01462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara and Chloe's Christmas dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQk9DcxI/AAAAAAAACOI/toFVV6lPlKU/s1600/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568183134319378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQk9DcxI/AAAAAAAACOI/toFVV6lPlKU/s320/DSC01459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year since I was 7 I have sewn a present for my mom for Christmas.  It is my favorite tradition.  Last year I made a Christmas table runner and so this year a made a tree skirt to match it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQGzTotI/AAAAAAAACOA/yFLT4aSlXHs/s1600/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568568175040373458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeHQGzTotI/AAAAAAAACOA/yFLT4aSlXHs/s320/DSC01416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress I made for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Kate's Christmas present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3606241371707887233?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3606241371707887233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3606241371707887233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3606241371707887233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3606241371707887233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/sewing-projects.html' title='Sewing projects'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeIZOWucxI/AAAAAAAACPQ/cEYLxZrxGbE/s72-c/IMG_2576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8772685107698148615</id><published>2011-01-31T21:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:39:53.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeGdih1c7I/AAAAAAAACN4/TFdZ_Lrs2DA/s1600/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568567306309956530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeGdih1c7I/AAAAAAAACN4/TFdZ_Lrs2DA/s320/DSC01510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No this is not the same picture as last year or the year before, but it looks the same every year.  All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; up on the fireplace in the nativity costumes.  This year there are 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; next year there will be 11 after my little boy comes out.  Alvin is missing in this picture he was asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeGdVK3tYI/AAAAAAAACNw/PvZoZaER5RA/s1600/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568567302723974530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeGdVK3tYI/AAAAAAAACNw/PvZoZaER5RA/s320/DSC01505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; Grandchildren.  There are 10 under the age of 11.  We had a fun year in Arizona.  We were there for New Years and it was warmer than Utah, but we didn't have great weather for Arizona, but I will take anything warmer.  The kids have a ball together.  It is pretty crazy at Grandma Candace's house with all of these kids running around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8772685107698148615?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8772685107698148615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8772685107698148615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8772685107698148615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8772685107698148615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-in-arizona.html' title='New Year in Arizona'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeGdih1c7I/AAAAAAAACN4/TFdZ_Lrs2DA/s72-c/DSC01510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6694197922392902787</id><published>2011-01-31T21:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:05:26.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF4IPmz0I/AAAAAAAACNo/aSmGShqR6NQ/s1600/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568566663599017794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF4IPmz0I/AAAAAAAACNo/aSmGShqR6NQ/s320/DSC01498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we spent Christmas in Utah.  We switch off every other year going to Arizona to be with David's family.  Here the kids are riding Alvin's plasma car and 4 wheeler.  Alvin got all the fun ride on things.  The funniest thing is to see Alvin on the 4 wheeler, he zips around on it so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF38-ABDI/AAAAAAAACNg/G1zxekvICKo/s1600/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568566660572382258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF38-ABDI/AAAAAAAACNg/G1zxekvICKo/s320/DSC01487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brinton's&lt;/span&gt;.  Alvin got silly bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF3TUk4CI/AAAAAAAACNY/1DVeqa1NAbY/s1600/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568566649392783394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF3TUk4CI/AAAAAAAACNY/1DVeqa1NAbY/s320/DSC01492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF3OmFdhI/AAAAAAAACNQ/A0QzmtQJ3fQ/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568566648124044818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF3OmFdhI/AAAAAAAACNQ/A0QzmtQJ3fQ/s320/DSC01488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara got her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leapster&lt;/span&gt; 2 she was dying for. We also did the nativity with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, played games, and had a yummy dinner.  Christmas morning my mom came over for presents and then my 2 brothers and sister-in-law came over for my traditional Christmas morning breakfast of "French Toast dipped croissants"  they are to die for.  &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/9008011707746795906-6694197922392902787?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6694197922392902787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6694197922392902787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6694197922392902787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6694197922392902787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-and-christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas and Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUeF4IPmz0I/AAAAAAAACNo/aSmGShqR6NQ/s72-c/DSC01498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-841333787082732424</id><published>2011-01-31T16:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:56:13.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLO77DZ2I/AAAAAAAACM4/xPaa3qhVRlg/s1600/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568502184242538338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLO77DZ2I/AAAAAAAACM4/xPaa3qhVRlg/s320/DSC01483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids all still believe in Santa.  However, Reid is starting to catch on.  He asks me all sorts of questions about how Santa could ever do what he does in one night.  They were some hard questions.  His little brain is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLFB5JglI/AAAAAAAACMw/eJwwl-rnXMM/s1600/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568502014046470738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLFB5JglI/AAAAAAAACMw/eJwwl-rnXMM/s320/DSC01424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid's first time making a snowman by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLE3MRamI/AAAAAAAACMo/hTs4qUqPNYA/s1600/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568502011173890658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLE3MRamI/AAAAAAAACMo/hTs4qUqPNYA/s320/DSC01481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid on Alvin's shoulders (with a little help from Uncle Packie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLErJNtQI/AAAAAAAACMg/IWZPOZF3lkA/s1600/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568502007939839234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLErJNtQI/AAAAAAAACMg/IWZPOZF3lkA/s320/DSC01463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Live Nativity in Draper that we have now gone to for the past 2 years. Here the kids are standing in front of the live camels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLEaCP9QI/AAAAAAAACMY/19g9H2wyC_0/s1600/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568502003347223810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLEaCP9QI/AAAAAAAACMY/19g9H2wyC_0/s320/DSC01467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go into Bethlehem. Reid was in trouble so he pretended he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLEB28moI/AAAAAAAACMQ/C9yrB7UYMiE/s1600/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568501996857367170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLEB28moI/AAAAAAAACMQ/C9yrB7UYMiE/s320/DSC01446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas time at Gardner Village.  I just love this place.  It has such a fun feeling.  I am there a lot and my kids love it too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-841333787082732424?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/841333787082732424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=841333787082732424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/841333787082732424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/841333787082732424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TUdLO77DZ2I/AAAAAAAACM4/xPaa3qhVRlg/s72-c/DSC01483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3265782580929452033</id><published>2010-11-17T21:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:24:39.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOSqED7_x-I/AAAAAAAACLk/Bdw_yla-FXQ/s1600/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540740428325701602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOSqED7_x-I/AAAAAAAACLk/Bdw_yla-FXQ/s320/DSC01412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went up to the Draper Temple with my in-laws so they could see it and get pictures.  David was back at the house because Alvin was having a meltdown after not having a nap for 4 days straight.  It was freezing so it was a little hard to smile.  I do love this temple though.  One of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOSqDjZu_AI/AAAAAAAACLc/EiDgjVbI-WM/s1600/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540740419592059906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOSqDjZu_AI/AAAAAAAACLc/EiDgjVbI-WM/s320/DSC01414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3265782580929452033?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3265782580929452033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3265782580929452033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3265782580929452033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3265782580929452033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-temple.html' title='Trip to the Temple'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOSqED7_x-I/AAAAAAAACLk/Bdw_yla-FXQ/s72-c/DSC01412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6682958926440626758</id><published>2010-11-17T16:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:24:50.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORk8ytd7tI/AAAAAAAACLU/4OwH5RckWpw/s1600/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540664437139959506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORk8ytd7tI/AAAAAAAACLU/4OwH5RckWpw/s320/DSC01400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid got baptized this past weekend. I am so proud of him. He is such a special boy. He really wants to be a good boy. He said he felt a good feeling when he got the Holy Ghost. He received a set of scriptures from his grandma and grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and he has been carrying them around ever since. He kept saying "How much were these scriptures because they are GOLDEN" and then he came to me and said "Guess how many pages are in these scriptures mommy?" and then he went on to tell me how many. and then he said "can you believe Grandma and Grandpa would buy me these with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; many pages" He also got some diary of the wimpy kid books and he was reading them a lot this weekend and he came to me and said "Mommy, whenever I am reading my diary of the wimpy kid book I am thinking 'I should be reading my scriptures, I should be reading my scriptures' so I stop to read my scriptures." The Holy Ghost is whispering to him already. What a good boy. Reid has always been such a sensitive boy. He is always the first to comfort me when I am sad and he tells me he prays for me too. All my kids fight over sitting with Daddy and Reid is the only one who will say "I am going to sit by mommy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkvQxwZBI/AAAAAAAACLM/_AxipamzVMk/s1600/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540664204692841490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkvQxwZBI/AAAAAAAACLM/_AxipamzVMk/s320/DSC01404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the baptism with my family. Everyone is here, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chauncy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was in Afghanistan this summer, but is now back in the states in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkvMjRWEI/AAAAAAAACLE/xbfDWzjOcnE/s1600/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540664203558344770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkvMjRWEI/AAAAAAAACLE/xbfDWzjOcnE/s320/DSC01405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came for the baptism. David's parents and his sister and her 2 older kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkunPWjiI/AAAAAAAACK8/G7kpQVxsKBc/s1600/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540664193542688290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkunPWjiI/AAAAAAAACK8/G7kpQVxsKBc/s320/DSC01407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkuA45cBI/AAAAAAAACKs/Xy7qGZ9LYd8/s1600/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540664183247958034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkuA45cBI/AAAAAAAACKs/Xy7qGZ9LYd8/s320/DSC01411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The man of the hour and his proud parents. It was sure a special day. Better than I could ever imagine. I felt the spirit so strongly as Reid was baptized and received the gift of the Holy Ghost. It was so special. These are the days you will always remember as a parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6682958926440626758?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6682958926440626758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6682958926440626758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6682958926440626758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6682958926440626758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/reids-baptism.html' title='Reid&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORk8ytd7tI/AAAAAAAACLU/4OwH5RckWpw/s72-c/DSC01400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2519700713094708673</id><published>2010-11-17T16:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:24:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkFUtFFWI/AAAAAAAACKk/tskw6epWYa8/s1600/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540663484192462178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkFUtFFWI/AAAAAAAACKk/tskw6epWYa8/s320/DSC01397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I went to the So You Think You Can Dance tour. It was so much fun. I have been 3 other times and I am never disappointed. I love this show and it is so much fun to see it in person. The dances are even more amazing in person. This was the first year David got to go. He usually is stuck home watching the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkFLL7UCI/AAAAAAAACKc/XBcyXboWZNY/s1600/SYTYCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540663481637490722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkFLL7UCI/AAAAAAAACKc/XBcyXboWZNY/s320/SYTYCD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2519700713094708673?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2519700713094708673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2519700713094708673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2519700713094708673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2519700713094708673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORkFUtFFWI/AAAAAAAACKk/tskw6epWYa8/s72-c/DSC01397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8089962345401498331</id><published>2010-11-17T16:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:24:21.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORj3jIjDeI/AAAAAAAACKU/jNa12_wob7k/s1600/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540663247547600354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORj3jIjDeI/AAAAAAAACKU/jNa12_wob7k/s320/DSC01384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school parade. Clara was so scared to be in the parade for some reason. She has never loved dressing up and I don't think she like being dressed up with everyone looking at her. You can tell she looks a little hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORj3YCNnbI/AAAAAAAACKM/rC95eyLsFUQ/s1600/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540663244568239538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORj3YCNnbI/AAAAAAAACKM/rC95eyLsFUQ/s320/DSC01386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid walked so fast that it was hard to get a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjl5rhzvI/AAAAAAAACKE/WQwup6AvSaM/s1600/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662944362254066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjl5rhzvI/AAAAAAAACKE/WQwup6AvSaM/s320/DSC01389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid wanted to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dracula&lt;/span&gt; and would not participate in my wizard of oz theme. Although, I think he was second guessing he costume after the 3rd time he had to put on all the makeup and hair spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjlr9UY5I/AAAAAAAACJ8/T7OkVd90b5Y/s1600/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662940678775698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjlr9UY5I/AAAAAAAACJ8/T7OkVd90b5Y/s320/DSC01390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt;. I love a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt; costume. I made her dress and shirt. What a cute little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt;. She wanted to be something else until she found out that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt; got to carry a dog. She loves stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjlOx3r5I/AAAAAAAACJ0/x35eCd3CMRc/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662932846129042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjlOx3r5I/AAAAAAAACJ0/x35eCd3CMRc/s320/DSC01393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin was the scare crow. I also made this costume which was a nightmare once I got started, but at that point I had to finish. I am just glad he wore it after all the hard work I put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjk1e3A7I/AAAAAAAACJs/n3j-Q4mwI1g/s1600/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662926055506866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjk1e3A7I/AAAAAAAACJs/n3j-Q4mwI1g/s320/DSC01394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If only we had the tin man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjkgOkuYI/AAAAAAAACJk/KjxUkHg_Xoo/s1600/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662920350054786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjkgOkuYI/AAAAAAAACJk/KjxUkHg_Xoo/s320/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8089962345401498331?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8089962345401498331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8089962345401498331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8089962345401498331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8089962345401498331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORj3jIjDeI/AAAAAAAACKU/jNa12_wob7k/s72-c/DSC01384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6106645813119792041</id><published>2010-11-17T16:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:23:53.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjDGn6AmI/AAAAAAAACJc/zFSNHG6fyMY/s1600/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662346541302370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjDGn6AmI/AAAAAAAACJc/zFSNHG6fyMY/s320/DSC01381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pony tails for Reid on crazy hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjCwdRwVI/AAAAAAAACJU/ohGYWgxUjCI/s1600/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662340591141202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjCwdRwVI/AAAAAAAACJU/ohGYWgxUjCI/s320/DSC01261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress I made this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6106645813119792041?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6106645813119792041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6106645813119792041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6106645813119792041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6106645813119792041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair day'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORjDGn6AmI/AAAAAAAACJc/zFSNHG6fyMY/s72-c/DSC01381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-406424383395521287</id><published>2010-11-17T16:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:23:39.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid's 8th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORizBsglHI/AAAAAAAACJM/2GErWFgYkcY/s1600/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540662070340523122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORizBsglHI/AAAAAAAACJM/2GErWFgYkcY/s320/DSC01366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid turned 8 this year and wanted a party at Classic Fun Center. He loved it and so did all of the kids. There is so much to do there. Here are the ghost cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORir2CGSzI/AAAAAAAACJE/WpTpPqbOvRs/s1600/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661946950765362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORir2CGSzI/AAAAAAAACJE/WpTpPqbOvRs/s320/DSC01369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiq0uGBWI/AAAAAAAACI8/UJkw-NK9ukI/s1600/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661929418556770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiq0uGBWI/AAAAAAAACI8/UJkw-NK9ukI/s320/DSC01375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing video games. They also rode there scooters, played in the bounce houses, jungle gyms, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORip8Ylt6I/AAAAAAAACI0/lFedyrUxzcQ/s1600/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661914295973794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORip8Ylt6I/AAAAAAAACI0/lFedyrUxzcQ/s320/DSC01374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara and Ellie.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiplezLXI/AAAAAAAACIs/rJvAruSZLPA/s1600/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661908148006258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiplezLXI/AAAAAAAACIs/rJvAruSZLPA/s320/DSC01376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORipX2D4aI/AAAAAAAACIk/LJX5iT8JUsU/s1600/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661904487473570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORipX2D4aI/AAAAAAAACIk/LJX5iT8JUsU/s320/DSC01377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin had a blast following the big kids around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-406424383395521287?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/406424383395521287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=406424383395521287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/406424383395521287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/406424383395521287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/reids-8th-birthday-party.html' title='Reid&apos;s 8th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORizBsglHI/AAAAAAAACJM/2GErWFgYkcY/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-534644485344528990</id><published>2010-11-17T16:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:23:19.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jog-a-Thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiBQKcG9I/AAAAAAAACIc/q_aGiArPr5k/s1600/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661215230696402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiBQKcG9I/AAAAAAAACIc/q_aGiArPr5k/s320/DSC01338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our school had a jog-a-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt;. Reid and Clara ran (i think) 1 and half miles. Here is Clara running, but she came in walking. She did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAxAu26I/AAAAAAAACIU/erhleaVDDq8/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661206868482978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAxAu26I/AAAAAAAACIU/erhleaVDDq8/s320/DSC01337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid starting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAkst-uI/AAAAAAAACIM/b8Y2bEz74Rg/s1600/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661203563313890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAkst-uI/AAAAAAAACIM/b8Y2bEz74Rg/s320/DSC01340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAPJ8B2I/AAAAAAAACIE/0JcowmAOFLI/s1600/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540661197780289378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiAPJ8B2I/AAAAAAAACIE/0JcowmAOFLI/s320/DSC01341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-534644485344528990?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/534644485344528990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=534644485344528990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/534644485344528990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/534644485344528990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/jog-thon.html' title='Jog-a-Thon'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORiBQKcG9I/AAAAAAAACIc/q_aGiArPr5k/s72-c/DSC01338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5468883416174361086</id><published>2010-11-17T16:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:22:59.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa Hazar came to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhgK5CHAI/AAAAAAAACH8/RKH4R3MZzLE/s1600/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660646879828994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhgK5CHAI/AAAAAAAACH8/RKH4R3MZzLE/s320/DSC01333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Jido came to town. Here is Clara ready for church and holding her pillow pet from grandma. She has been dying for one of these because of all the commercials. We found them at walmart for $10. Although I think they are $20 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhfklOz9I/AAAAAAAACH0/8QL_-1N2MpQ/s1600/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660636596228050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhfklOz9I/AAAAAAAACH0/8QL_-1N2MpQ/s320/DSC01326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love a profile shot of my kids. Cute little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhfcI2IOI/AAAAAAAACHs/dZwL00sl4Kw/s1600/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660634329686242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhfcI2IOI/AAAAAAAACHs/dZwL00sl4Kw/s320/DSC01316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys.&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/9008011707746795906-5468883416174361086?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5468883416174361086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5468883416174361086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5468883416174361086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5468883416174361086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandma-and-grandpa-hazar-came-to-town.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa Hazar came to town'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORhgK5CHAI/AAAAAAAACH8/RKH4R3MZzLE/s72-c/DSC01333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4156138776489492131</id><published>2010-11-17T16:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:22:49.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-lPElSI/AAAAAAAACHk/8Z9LD1vljcA/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660069836035362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-lPElSI/AAAAAAAACHk/8Z9LD1vljcA/s320/DSC01289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reid ready for his first day of school He is in the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and he likes his teacher and is doing well in school. He wouldn't let me walk him to school so I don't have a picture of him at the school. He is "too old" for his mom to walk him to school I guess. He still will never leave to school without a hug. I hope that never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-UQGTJI/AAAAAAAACHc/-f-vT2ld894/s1600/DSC01300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660065276939410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-UQGTJI/AAAAAAAACHc/-f-vT2ld894/s320/DSC01300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara started kindergarten this year. She was a little scared, but did good leaving her mommy. She loves her teacher and loves doing her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-J5tr8I/AAAAAAAACHU/6XalaudwFVY/s1600/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540660062498697154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-J5tr8I/AAAAAAAACHU/6XalaudwFVY/s320/DSC01306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line to go inside. I love this age. &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/9008011707746795906-4156138776489492131?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4156138776489492131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4156138776489492131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4156138776489492131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4156138776489492131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORg-lPElSI/AAAAAAAACHk/8Z9LD1vljcA/s72-c/DSC01289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-235950080551081407</id><published>2010-11-17T15:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:22:37.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORenppT55I/AAAAAAAACHM/RFL9tzdm2f4/s1600/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540657476859586450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORenppT55I/AAAAAAAACHM/RFL9tzdm2f4/s320/DSC01275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it to lagoon this year and we decided to go on a half price day at the end of the summer in August which was a mistake. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; crowded, but we got there early and luckily got some rides in before it got too bad. These fountain pictures are at the end of the day. We promised the kids they could go in the fountains at the end of the day so they wouldn't be wet all day. They were soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORencTAKpI/AAAAAAAACHE/CkQB2ecw7lA/s1600/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540657473276357266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORencTAKpI/AAAAAAAACHE/CkQB2ecw7lA/s320/DSC01280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORem8vlWEI/AAAAAAAACG8/ETQRm7OEUCM/s1600/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540657464806299714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORem8vlWEI/AAAAAAAACG8/ETQRm7OEUCM/s320/DSC01284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Out of all of my kids Reid had always loved the water the most. He will soak himself where ever we go. Even as a little baby he was always running through fountains and sprinklers with his clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORel5mraJI/AAAAAAAACGs/pNVrCeR1BRY/s1600/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540657446783772818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORel5mraJI/AAAAAAAACGs/pNVrCeR1BRY/s320/DSC01279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReKZ972VI/AAAAAAAACGk/TzVlFIG7G9w/s1600/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656974434916690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReKZ972VI/AAAAAAAACGk/TzVlFIG7G9w/s320/DSC01269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin loved the rides. He would go on anything. Most of the time Clara was scared and Alvin was laughing. We took him on Puff the Dragon Roller coaster and he put his arms up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReJlPVrFI/AAAAAAAACGc/CcXBidWrk9I/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656960280833106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReJlPVrFI/AAAAAAAACGc/CcXBidWrk9I/s320/DSC01268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReJU9MOeI/AAAAAAAACGU/eU_H00VGWtk/s1600/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656955909749218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TOReJU9MOeI/AAAAAAAACGU/eU_H00VGWtk/s320/DSC01267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid is getting old enough to go on the bigger rides and he was a brave boy and tried a lot of them. It is getting fun to go with him the amusement parks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-235950080551081407?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/235950080551081407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=235950080551081407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/235950080551081407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/235950080551081407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORenppT55I/AAAAAAAACHM/RFL9tzdm2f4/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2734142304407726001</id><published>2010-11-17T15:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:22:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family night at Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdYH56eXI/AAAAAAAACGM/FRxpXKmg_BI/s1600/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656110592751986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdYH56eXI/AAAAAAAACGM/FRxpXKmg_BI/s320/DSC01262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I have said before we got memberships to Thanksgiving point this year and it has been well worth it. Every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night they have a Family night where there are different activities. This one was called "Having fun with food" they made banana boats, threw spaghetti at a wall, they made houses out of graham &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt;, and made paintings out of pudding. anyway, the kids had fun. I read the calender wrong and I thought it was a water activity so that is why Clara is wearing a swimsuit. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdWY4QcMI/AAAAAAAACGE/pW8znxz4DZ0/s1600/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656080789467330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdWY4QcMI/AAAAAAAACGE/pW8znxz4DZ0/s320/DSC01263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdVuu08UI/AAAAAAAACF0/RDoWv1dJ-hs/s1600/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540656069475627330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdVuu08UI/AAAAAAAACF0/RDoWv1dJ-hs/s320/DSC01265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2734142304407726001?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2734142304407726001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2734142304407726001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2734142304407726001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2734142304407726001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-night-at-thanksgiving-point.html' title='Family night at Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORdYH56eXI/AAAAAAAACGM/FRxpXKmg_BI/s72-c/DSC01262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8831246612014448702</id><published>2010-11-17T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:21:47.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire department visits the school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcvTe3hkI/AAAAAAAACFs/HKEsrQuFDvg/s1600/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540655409325901378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcvTe3hkI/AAAAAAAACFs/HKEsrQuFDvg/s320/DSC01253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer the fire department came to the school parking lot and sprayed down all the kids. We have sure loved this neighborhood and all the fun activities that are going on all the time. This is just one of the annual activities that happens every year. The kids were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcvDcvIYI/AAAAAAAACFk/6VxfK-ka8iY/s1600/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540655405021995394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcvDcvIYI/AAAAAAAACFk/6VxfK-ka8iY/s320/DSC01258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcu-YxlOI/AAAAAAAACFc/oYokGNVM2Rc/s1600/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540655403663201506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcu-YxlOI/AAAAAAAACFc/oYokGNVM2Rc/s320/DSC01255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcuc8dVPI/AAAAAAAACFU/cxplCUZdRvU/s1600/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540655394686063858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcuc8dVPI/AAAAAAAACFU/cxplCUZdRvU/s320/DSC01250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8831246612014448702?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8831246612014448702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8831246612014448702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8831246612014448702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8831246612014448702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/11/fire-department-visits-school.html' title='Fire department visits the school'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TORcvTe3hkI/AAAAAAAACFs/HKEsrQuFDvg/s72-c/DSC01253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-202528395992258850</id><published>2010-07-18T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:20:33.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's time to fold the clothes when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEPDcqHSFwI/AAAAAAAACE0/P8_eRFCgE2o/s1600/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495450867430725378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEPDcqHSFwI/AAAAAAAACE0/P8_eRFCgE2o/s320/DSC01223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my husband's household jobs is to fold the clothes and he was out of town for almost 3 weeks and so when I finally got around to folding the clothes this is what happened.  I dumbed out my laundry baskets onto the bed and when I lifted them up they had formed perfect cubes of clothes.  My kids and I were laughing so hard.  It's times like these when I really appreciate my husband. &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/9008011707746795906-202528395992258850?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/202528395992258850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=202528395992258850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/202528395992258850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/202528395992258850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-its-time-to-fold-clothes-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s time to fold the clothes when...'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEPDcqHSFwI/AAAAAAAACE0/P8_eRFCgE2o/s72-c/DSC01223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8463188286029104118</id><published>2010-07-16T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:50:14.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWNgBhYjI/AAAAAAAACEs/wD4PW4P-5oU/s1600/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494697441559142962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWNgBhYjI/AAAAAAAACEs/wD4PW4P-5oU/s320/DSC01237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to liberty park this week and it was so much fun. I have to say I feel like there is a lot more to do with my kids in salt lake county than in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; county. I loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; county, but we have had so much fun this summer all for free. At this park there is a fun play ground, a splash park, and this fun river part. Here is Alvin taking a break from the splash park and eating a snack. He is at such a cute age. I love how he gets so excited about everything and I live for his reaction to something new and fun(however I hate his reaction to something he doesn't like) He is still so hard, but he is so much fun at the same time. I wish I could freeze this stage. The other day we were on our way to Cafe Rio and those of you who go to Cafe Rio a lot know that if you have a free meal from your stamp card then all the workers yell really loud "FREE MEAL!!!" and so as we were walking in I asked David "Do we have a free meal?" and all of a sudden we hear Alvin yell as load as he can "FREE MEAL!!!" That's when you know you go to Cafe Rio a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWNLiIUAI/AAAAAAAACEk/Uipl06w8Oio/s1600/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494697436058767362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWNLiIUAI/AAAAAAAACEk/Uipl06w8Oio/s320/DSC01234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pushing Alvin on the disabled kid swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWMhCQNoI/AAAAAAAACEc/4ldykfA-mf0/s1600/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494697424650778242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWMhCQNoI/AAAAAAAACEc/4ldykfA-mf0/s320/DSC01239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shivering Reid. He loves anything with water and if he is ever anywhere near any kind of water it doesn't take long for him to be soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWMUbbDBI/AAAAAAAACEU/zGvbN0QhnkY/s1600/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494697421266684946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWMUbbDBI/AAAAAAAACEU/zGvbN0QhnkY/s320/DSC01242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the fun river part. This was their favorite part. It had all of these little rivers that were suppose to be the canyons and rivers in Utah. We went with my friend Amy and her kids. Her daughter Ella is a poser. look at her perfect stance and she does it in every picture. A little model. &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/9008011707746795906-8463188286029104118?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8463188286029104118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8463188286029104118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8463188286029104118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8463188286029104118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/liberty-park.html' title='Liberty Park'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEWNgBhYjI/AAAAAAAACEs/wD4PW4P-5oU/s72-c/DSC01237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1619685336834789513</id><published>2010-07-16T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:54:02.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Landscaping coming soon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETsJd16-I/AAAAAAAACEM/P3OYm_Zu43U/s1600/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494694669544975330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETsJd16-I/AAAAAAAACEM/P3OYm_Zu43U/s320/DSC01193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are getting our landscaping done and when the landscaper dropped off the tracker my kids played on it all evening. The yard is almost done and I can't wait for the dust to go away from our house. We are also finishing part of our basement so I have it coming from everywhere. It is not fun, but it will be worth it once it is all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETrBCay4I/AAAAAAAACD8/pL-1Ox6NDd4/s1600/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494694650102598530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETrBCay4I/AAAAAAAACD8/pL-1Ox6NDd4/s320/DSC01196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing on the tractor. Clara was the only one letting me take lots of pictures of her. The boys were too into the tractor. Clara is getting so much fun. She is starting to try more things and wear a variety of clothing. she use to only wear tennis shoes, jeans, and t shirts and now she will wear different kinds of pants, tunics, and she actually wore a skirt to dinner the other night and not just to church. She is a little tom boy, which I love about her, but having only one girl I get excited when she is a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETqr3um-I/AAAAAAAACD0/JYObTJYgKws/s1600/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494694644420615138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETqr3um-I/AAAAAAAACD0/JYObTJYgKws/s320/DSC01203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETqOdcC6I/AAAAAAAACDs/_1CYS31HlQQ/s1600/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494694636525718434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETqOdcC6I/AAAAAAAACDs/_1CYS31HlQQ/s320/DSC01204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9008011707746795906-1619685336834789513?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1619685336834789513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1619685336834789513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1619685336834789513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1619685336834789513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-are-getting-our-landscaping-done-and.html' title='Landscaping coming soon!!!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEETsJd16-I/AAAAAAAACEM/P3OYm_Zu43U/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-327768354851683325</id><published>2010-07-16T20:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:54:45.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naartjie Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEESPtt306I/AAAAAAAACDk/BqirtVyWWuY/s1600/DSC_5383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494693081548051362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEESPtt306I/AAAAAAAACDk/BqirtVyWWuY/s320/DSC_5383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid was choosen to model for the children's clothing store Naarjie. There were 2 pictures of him on their website modeling their transitional line. Here are the shots they took of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEESEsY657I/AAAAAAAACDc/YexG2oesFa8/s1600/DSC_5393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494692892213176242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEESEsY657I/AAAAAAAACDc/YexG2oesFa8/s320/DSC_5393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEER4oZuC0I/AAAAAAAACDU/9wtreolAwy4/s1600/DSC_5197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494692684984355650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEER4oZuC0I/AAAAAAAACDU/9wtreolAwy4/s320/DSC_5197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEERuiD7vdI/AAAAAAAACDM/L5lh_xDGYgA/s1600/DSC_5194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494692511483674066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEERuiD7vdI/AAAAAAAACDM/L5lh_xDGYgA/s320/DSC_5194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-327768354851683325?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/327768354851683325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=327768354851683325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/327768354851683325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/327768354851683325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/naartjie-model.html' title='Naartjie Model'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEESPtt306I/AAAAAAAACDk/BqirtVyWWuY/s72-c/DSC_5383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6493150170928855985</id><published>2010-07-03T15:57:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:56:39.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-1VsTUy3I/AAAAAAAACCc/wHIBQqP6KkA/s1600/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489805855062018930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-1VsTUy3I/AAAAAAAACCc/wHIBQqP6KkA/s320/DSC01180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had such a fun 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July this year. My new neighborhood really goes all out to celebrate, which was nice because we didn't have to go anywhere. Here are my kids in their 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July shirts I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zvhDdrkI/AAAAAAAACCU/VmkFaTOW4Ho/s1600/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489804099696045634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zvhDdrkI/AAAAAAAACCU/VmkFaTOW4Ho/s320/DSC01126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made Clara some pants to go with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zu3eSegI/AAAAAAAACCM/xBITeDWMB-E/s1600/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489804088534268418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zu3eSegI/AAAAAAAACCM/xBITeDWMB-E/s320/DSC01156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our neighbors across the street have a huge celebration every year which includes a children's parade where the kids decorate their bikes and cars and ride around the block. We had so much fun with this task and decided to make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reid's&lt;/span&gt; car look like a real float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zueowSUI/AAAAAAAACCE/THW2ebtQC8I/s1600/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489804081867278658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zueowSUI/AAAAAAAACCE/THW2ebtQC8I/s320/DSC01167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The starting line. Look how cute the balloon arch was. This family makes it so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Look how many kids there are in this neighborhood. It is crazy. My kids absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zt4hXP0I/AAAAAAAACB8/IGwcsiIbswo/s1600/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489804071635730242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zt4hXP0I/AAAAAAAACB8/IGwcsiIbswo/s320/DSC01168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid is ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ztQB4qiI/AAAAAAAACB0/IUSCQt9icSI/s1600/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489804060766284322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ztQB4qiI/AAAAAAAACB0/IUSCQt9icSI/s320/DSC01163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara is ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zAuVTHyI/AAAAAAAACBs/dNQAn-44SLE/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803295806660386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zAuVTHyI/AAAAAAAACBs/dNQAn-44SLE/s320/DSC01172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zAA1QL5I/AAAAAAAACBk/YA8XW0bFtVM/s1600/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803283592654738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-zAA1QL5I/AAAAAAAACBk/YA8XW0bFtVM/s320/DSC01170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They set up awnings all over their front yard for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; after the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y_paR_II/AAAAAAAACBc/ot9TxLdOzvE/s1600/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803277305511042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y_paR_II/AAAAAAAACBc/ot9TxLdOzvE/s320/DSC01165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They set up bounce houses for the kids to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y-69O6nI/AAAAAAAACBU/aujTSfU3I9Q/s1600/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803264835644018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y-69O6nI/AAAAAAAACBU/aujTSfU3I9Q/s320/DSC01175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are eating our hamburgers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;. That night we went to another neighbors house for fireworks. It was a fun day. Reid was so excited because he got to light some of the fireworks. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y-OZ5I7I/AAAAAAAACBM/R7BiORXVK_4/s1600/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803252876256178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-y-OZ5I7I/AAAAAAAACBM/R7BiORXVK_4/s320/DSC01176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6493150170928855985?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6493150170928855985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6493150170928855985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6493150170928855985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6493150170928855985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-1VsTUy3I/AAAAAAAACCc/wHIBQqP6KkA/s72-c/DSC01180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3202963379772515232</id><published>2010-07-03T15:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:56:50.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara learned to ride a 2 wheeler</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago Clara went outside and decided she was going to ride a two wheeler and next thing I know she was riding down the street. Way to go Clara!&lt;br /&gt;This video is kind of long so sorry. I forgot that I filmed the kids for longer afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ead0a5d77e125644" 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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dead0a5d77e125644%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D482C7BD8B0553C0963B660195111BEF1DCBAAE48.33641C5F3BEA633AE0F1E5F014AC5E3C9C420CE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dead0a5d77e125644%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyimKG54o1b058co6XMbgMtmRYqw&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://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dead0a5d77e125644%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D482C7BD8B0553C0963B660195111BEF1DCBAAE48.33641C5F3BEA633AE0F1E5F014AC5E3C9C420CE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dead0a5d77e125644%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyimKG54o1b058co6XMbgMtmRYqw&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/9008011707746795906-3202963379772515232?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3202963379772515232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3202963379772515232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3202963379772515232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3202963379772515232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/clara-learned-to-ride-2-wheeler.html' title='Clara learned to ride a 2 wheeler'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-9163988193101824858</id><published>2010-07-03T15:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:49:08.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uNIx7qnI/AAAAAAAACBE/x-Ipa-CNXe4/s1600/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489798011506371186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uNIx7qnI/AAAAAAAACBE/x-Ipa-CNXe4/s320/DSC01149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a family membership to Thanksgiving Point and we have used it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much. We go at least once a week. My kids have so much fun. They especially like the children's gardens.&lt;br /&gt;This time we brought Chloe and Katrina with us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uMhQSQfI/AAAAAAAACA8/hAhjV0RYW4E/s1600/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uMMBBEnI/AAAAAAAACA0/xqKDAzvh_sc/s1600/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489797995195077234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uMMBBEnI/AAAAAAAACA0/xqKDAzvh_sc/s320/DSC01138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uLlDB_UI/AAAAAAAACAs/mVQNPBytvIw/s1600/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489797984734543170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uLlDB_UI/AAAAAAAACAs/mVQNPBytvIw/s320/DSC01121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had Chloe over that whole day while Katrina went to work. The kids had so much fun and keep asking when Chloe came come again for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uLKHvllI/AAAAAAAACAk/ZSDcNXKBTxQ/s1600/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489797977506551378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uLKHvllI/AAAAAAAACAk/ZSDcNXKBTxQ/s320/DSC01115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Alvin's face when he says "CHEESE!!!"&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/9008011707746795906-9163988193101824858?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/9163988193101824858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=9163988193101824858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9163988193101824858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9163988193101824858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanksgiving-point-gardens.html' title='Thanksgiving Point Gardens'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-uNIx7qnI/AAAAAAAACBE/x-Ipa-CNXe4/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5190741016331204367</id><published>2010-07-03T15:21:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:57:58.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TFDRwCOaqqI/AAAAAAAACE8/uqeevmHTjoc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499125768180640418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TFDRwCOaqqI/AAAAAAAACE8/uqeevmHTjoc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been doing a lot of sewing lately.  It has become a big stress relief for me.  here is a dress I made for my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEJyG6gSjI/AAAAAAAACDE/oXLQWvZhPEA/s1600/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494683776822823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEJyG6gSjI/AAAAAAAACDE/oXLQWvZhPEA/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so you will see that i have gone a little crazy adding bibs to everything. Here is a shirt I made for Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEJcpdMTRI/AAAAAAAACC8/ebpA7TLDLTs/s1600/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494683408137997586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEJcpdMTRI/AAAAAAAACC8/ebpA7TLDLTs/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute skirt and bib shirt combo. I made this skirt using all leftover scraps. I really liked how it turned out which is funny because usually i spend so much time putting the fabrics together and it seems like the ones that I don't think about as much turn our the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEG6YPLsMI/AAAAAAAACC0/-8KdcW9aRMA/s1600/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494680620377026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEG6YPLsMI/AAAAAAAACC0/-8KdcW9aRMA/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought all of this fabric and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and made this reversible dress and pants. one side looks like this and the other looks like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEG53eqeEI/AAAAAAAACCs/PNKzCWdvUaw/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494680611583588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TEEG53eqeEI/AAAAAAAACCs/PNKzCWdvUaw/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other side of reversible dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-tBgat4NI/AAAAAAAACAc/A90GY4PrZYg/s1600/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489796712181391570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-tBgat4NI/AAAAAAAACAc/A90GY4PrZYg/s320/DSC01106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress for Clara. I love a flutter sleeve on little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-tBGWKWhI/AAAAAAAACAU/JN64V66qrjo/s1600/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489796705182964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-tBGWKWhI/AAAAAAAACAU/JN64V66qrjo/s320/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dress is where the my bib obsession started and when i finished I was like "where else can I put a bib?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-slz40n8I/AAAAAAAACAM/iJyQfsQxl00/s1600/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489796236371599298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-slz40n8I/AAAAAAAACAM/iJyQfsQxl00/s320/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I found many places to put them:) These are not for Clara so she doesn't have this many of these shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rX8mRyhI/AAAAAAAACAE/O8FtWDn9-2U/s1600/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489794898679941650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rX8mRyhI/AAAAAAAACAE/O8FtWDn9-2U/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, Chloe and Clara are now often found wearing bibs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rXrh9z8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/RghKn7lQTiQ/s1600/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489794894098452418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rXrh9z8I/AAAAAAAAB_8/RghKn7lQTiQ/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rXLqXrHI/AAAAAAAAB_0/E9nXHIHS2vs/s1600/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489794885543767154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rXLqXrHI/AAAAAAAAB_0/E9nXHIHS2vs/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rWp1OWwI/AAAAAAAAB_s/RysIOMjxn5E/s1600/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489794876462488322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rWp1OWwI/AAAAAAAAB_s/RysIOMjxn5E/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rWFBA_oI/AAAAAAAAB_k/IYS3Fff-y_w/s1600/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489794866579832450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-rWFBA_oI/AAAAAAAAB_k/IYS3Fff-y_w/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is big on Clara because it is for an older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, but Clara was willing to be the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qfuKiLrI/AAAAAAAAB_c/jbE6XExjZUQ/s1600/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489793932732804786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qfuKiLrI/AAAAAAAAB_c/jbE6XExjZUQ/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A twin dress for Chloe like Clara's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qeAWEvAI/AAAAAAAAB_E/WQKQULTsRpI/s1600/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489793903253306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qeAWEvAI/AAAAAAAAB_E/WQKQULTsRpI/s320/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute flutter sleeve dress I made for a 1 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qduBsIoI/AAAAAAAAB-8/dfs45EjailA/s1600/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489793898335969922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-qduBsIoI/AAAAAAAAB-8/dfs45EjailA/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-5190741016331204367?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5190741016331204367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5190741016331204367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5190741016331204367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5190741016331204367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/sewing-projects.html' title='Sewing projects'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TFDRwCOaqqI/AAAAAAAACE8/uqeevmHTjoc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4411083585542790105</id><published>2010-07-03T15:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:08:14.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara turned 5!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pepiyV4I/AAAAAAAAB-0/4k1U4rQwqkI/s1600/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara loves butterflies(as you can see by her bedroom) so she wanted a butterfly birthday party. Also, as you can see by her room I have now cut out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many butterflies. Reid said as I was making butterflies for this party "wow, you are good at making butterflies" And it is because I have now cut out hundreds of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pdtY0ZRI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ZrzZTFpM43M/s1600/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792798652917010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pdtY0ZRI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ZrzZTFpM43M/s320/DSC01064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cut these butterflies out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; butler paper and hung them from the ceiling. and made these pom poms out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tissue&lt;/span&gt; paper. i looked up online how to make them and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pdARk7OI/AAAAAAAAB-c/JNhridlW37g/s1600/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792786542947554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pdARk7OI/AAAAAAAAB-c/JNhridlW37g/s320/DSC01066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so happy that I was able to reuse the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mural&lt;/span&gt; my aunt and uncle painted for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clara's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; party last year. I just added all the butterflies to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pctAw_vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/q5AeG4_BLng/s1600/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792781372161778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pctAw_vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/q5AeG4_BLng/s320/DSC01068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More pom poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pFB9Pg7I/AAAAAAAAB-M/tPupbxbFzg0/s1600/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792374677668786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pFB9Pg7I/AAAAAAAAB-M/tPupbxbFzg0/s320/DSC01069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Butterfly cupcakes. Clara loves cupcakes. especially the frosting. these were especially yummy cupcakes. I used the flag sheet cake recipe from barefoot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;contessa&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wilton's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;butter cream&lt;/span&gt; frosting recipe. The pretzels and the mint chips made them really yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pEr9w8eI/AAAAAAAAB-E/y1cHNMXtYnA/s1600/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792368774279650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pEr9w8eI/AAAAAAAAB-E/y1cHNMXtYnA/s320/DSC01070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these applique shirts for all the girls. Like I said I have cut out my fare share of butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pEG1uItI/AAAAAAAAB98/qIuL4BA7vpo/s1600/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792358808429266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pEG1uItI/AAAAAAAAB98/qIuL4BA7vpo/s320/DSC01071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are all the kids piled on Clara's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pDiww-uI/AAAAAAAAB90/uLAdAiVSvdI/s1600/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792349123967714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pDiww-uI/AAAAAAAAB90/uLAdAiVSvdI/s320/DSC01081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each of the kids got sand buckets and we decorated them with this foam butterfly kit from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pDDUF0-I/AAAAAAAAB9s/pWz0_lQ8CaQ/s1600/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489792340682200034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pDDUF0-I/AAAAAAAAB9s/pWz0_lQ8CaQ/s320/DSC01074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a butterfly beanbag toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-olWnVnyI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Y-f90DHUD4A/s1600/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489791830467125026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-olWnVnyI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Y-f90DHUD4A/s320/DSC01075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we played the butterfly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elefun&lt;/span&gt; game. A game where the elephant blows out little butterflies and the kids have to try to catch the most butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ok0382PI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Z_P0hxNyO5g/s1600/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489791821409999090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ok0382PI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Z_P0hxNyO5g/s320/DSC01077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Chloe had a tank top version on the butterfly applique shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-okbF9lwI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qAfB2yU4VBk/s1600/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489791814489446146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-okbF9lwI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qAfB2yU4VBk/s320/DSC01095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the shirts had butterflies on the back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ojp59AmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/MMUXeUcw57o/s1600/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489791801285739106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ojp59AmI/AAAAAAAAB9M/MMUXeUcw57o/s320/DSC01094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara got the "monkey swimsuit" from grandma that she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ojEnNwkI/AAAAAAAAB9E/rmCxBUHUPr4/s1600/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489791791275033154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-ojEnNwkI/AAAAAAAAB9E/rmCxBUHUPr4/s320/DSC01087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara is such a sweet girl. She can't stand for any of her brothers to be upset. The other day we went to the family night at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; point and the activity was making rockets and then they could blast them off with this air pressure thing. The kids loved it until Reid's rocket busted. He was especially upset since Clara still had her rocket to take home. Reid pretty much screamed his head off the whole way home. Clara felt so bad for him that she sat in the car and tore up her rocket so that Reid wouldn't be sad that he didn't have one. It was so sweet. She is always doing things like that. She gives Alvin anything he wants. Sometimes when Alvin doesn't get ice cream because he was naughty she sneaks in the pantry with Alvin and feeds him her ice cream cone. I sure do love my only girl Clara. She is so special to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-4411083585542790105?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4411083585542790105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4411083585542790105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4411083585542790105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4411083585542790105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/07/clara-turned-5.html' title='Clara turned 5!!!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/TC-pdtY0ZRI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ZrzZTFpM43M/s72-c/DSC01064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3604177988560950351</id><published>2010-05-07T23:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:45:15.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE MOVED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XjSLivFGI/AAAAAAAAB88/IkWDxEDNpVE/s1600/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469027223986967650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XjSLivFGI/AAAAAAAAB88/IkWDxEDNpVE/s320/DSC01059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We moved to Draper. We have been looking for houses on and off in Draper, but it has never seemed right, but we finally felt right this time and found the perfect house in the area that we wanted to live in. Here is our home. I have had a hard time with the transition though. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooved&lt;/span&gt; where we use to live &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much and so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; really mourned our old house and neighborhood. Although, I am starting to come around. It felt so right to move this time so I know it was the right thing to do, but it has still been really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5sW0UzHI/AAAAAAAAB8s/WOUIr25lwzo/s1600/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770387969231986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5sW0UzHI/AAAAAAAAB8s/WOUIr25lwzo/s320/DSC01042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I haven't done much decorating yet, but I did finish Clara's room. She has never had a girl room so I had a lot of fun creating the perfect girl room. Clara &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooves&lt;/span&gt; butterflies so she had to have butterflies and it had to be pink. I made a lot of the things for her room. I had so much fun. I wish I would have taken before pictures of all the things before we changed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5r1iV96I/AAAAAAAAB8k/iH99WnICAnU/s1600/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770379035441058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5r1iV96I/AAAAAAAAB8k/iH99WnICAnU/s320/DSC01043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bed use to be a light wood color and we painted it white and the stairs were wiggles stairs and i painted them green and i painted the night &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stand's&lt;/span&gt; knob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5dQizDlI/AAAAAAAAB8c/T2aW9nwCeAY/s1600/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770128587066962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5dQizDlI/AAAAAAAAB8c/T2aW9nwCeAY/s320/DSC01046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; gave me this idea to put fabric in these needle point rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5c0yHhlI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ocabXn17rP4/s1600/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770121135130194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5c0yHhlI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ocabXn17rP4/s320/DSC01048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this butterfly mobile which was a nightmare. It costs $115 at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pottery barn&lt;/span&gt; so i thought I would just make one to save $, but it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; hard that I could see why it was $115. And it is hard to see here but the butterflies on the wall I cut out of contact paper which was $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5cWXwtWI/AAAAAAAAB8M/dmPC_7cYqDg/s1600/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770112971519330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5cWXwtWI/AAAAAAAAB8M/dmPC_7cYqDg/s320/DSC01049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this butterfly lampshade out of hard felt and leftover ruffles from the ruffle shirts I use to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5btaFgBI/AAAAAAAAB8E/Jh3eRfAx_1M/s1600/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770101975416850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5btaFgBI/AAAAAAAAB8E/Jh3eRfAx_1M/s320/DSC01050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I bought a huge sham that went with the bedding and I cut it up and made a smaller pillow and added these butterflies out of hard felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5bIOaSvI/AAAAAAAAB78/aqCtkRGNvtM/s1600/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468770091994335986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T5bIOaSvI/AAAAAAAAB78/aqCtkRGNvtM/s320/DSC01051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I really wish I took a before picture of this because it was an old white washed mirror that was very out of style and I bought a wood butterfly at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; for $1 and glued it in the middle and painted the whole thing green. so it looks like one piece. So now I can check off Clara's room because it is done, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3604177988560950351?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3604177988560950351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3604177988560950351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3604177988560950351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3604177988560950351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-moved.html' title='WE MOVED!!!!'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XjSLivFGI/AAAAAAAAB88/IkWDxEDNpVE/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8158978670163785404</id><published>2010-05-07T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:48:42.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin turned 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T40UTOfPI/AAAAAAAAB70/cH59lnp57SI/s1600/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468769425220861170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T40UTOfPI/AAAAAAAAB70/cH59lnp57SI/s320/DSC01008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin loves Elmo so I made an Elmo cake. He was so excited and wanted Grandma to see it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; bad. He could hardly wait to show her. Whenever he sees Elmo he dances and sings La La La La, La La La La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4z5798yI/AAAAAAAAB7s/-C5FwEVmwVI/s1600/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468769418143986466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4z5798yI/AAAAAAAAB7s/-C5FwEVmwVI/s320/DSC01013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud little birthday boy of his Elmo cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4zZPObdI/AAAAAAAAB7k/B8gN0PljjAg/s1600/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468769409366388178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4zZPObdI/AAAAAAAAB7k/B8gN0PljjAg/s320/DSC01022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Chloe's birthday is 3 days before Alvin's so we had a combined birthday party. Here they are blowing out the candles. Alvin has been my hardest kid so far, but I still love him to death. As hard as he is all day I still go to bed missing him. He is such a cute boy and loves his ma ma. He always has to come back for hugs once in a while as he is off playing. He has such a low voice for a 2 year old and he grunts before he says anything. For example he loves protein bars and asks for them all day long and so he is often walking around going "ugh bar" "ugh bar". I don't know where the ugh came from, but he has said it for a long time and hasn't changed. I will miss it when it stops. I love my little Alvin. Happy Birthday Alvin.&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/9008011707746795906-8158978670163785404?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8158978670163785404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8158978670163785404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8158978670163785404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8158978670163785404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/alvin-turned-2.html' title='Alvin turned 2'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T40UTOfPI/AAAAAAAAB70/cH59lnp57SI/s72-c/DSC01008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2784354740471817400</id><published>2010-05-07T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:49:53.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4ODan5EI/AAAAAAAAB7c/lzHqf6TxASk/s1600/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468768767853454402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4ODan5EI/AAAAAAAAB7c/lzHqf6TxASk/s320/DSC01009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids in their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; outfits. I spent too much time making Clara's that the boys had to wear their outfits from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4Nu_qfLI/AAAAAAAAB7U/P2CSn0C3aOc/s1600/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468768762371669170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4Nu_qfLI/AAAAAAAAB7U/P2CSn0C3aOc/s320/DSC01003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; egg hunt at our church. Poor Reid had his cast on and so when they let all the kids go to run for the eggs Reid was left in the dust because he had crutches and so he just chucked his crutches to the side and started to crawl. He still was mad because he couldn't go fast enough, but Clara got tons of eggs and felt so bad for Reid so she gave Reid about half of hers. She is such a sweat sister to her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4M7Khg7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/VbSaAwHe_-E/s1600/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468768748458574770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4M7Khg7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/VbSaAwHe_-E/s320/DSC01005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4MLgbrfI/AAAAAAAAB7E/_FulX2weiNg/s1600/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468768735665565170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4MLgbrfI/AAAAAAAAB7E/_FulX2weiNg/s320/DSC01001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2784354740471817400?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2784354740471817400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2784354740471817400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2784354740471817400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2784354740471817400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T4ODan5EI/AAAAAAAAB7c/lzHqf6TxASk/s72-c/DSC01009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1112834787906659646</id><published>2010-05-07T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:55:58.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3bClvauI/AAAAAAAAB68/tGn7dRPWud4/s1600/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767891458321122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3bClvauI/AAAAAAAAB68/tGn7dRPWud4/s320/DSC00994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole this idea from my friend Jill, because it seemed so fun and it sure was.  My kids love it.  anyway she posted on her blog last year that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leprechauns&lt;/span&gt; come to her house on Saint &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Patrick's&lt;/span&gt; day and play tricks on them and leave a pot of gold.  So here are the tricks they played.  They turned the milk green and left us with some lucky charms for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3agAmn7I/AAAAAAAAB60/QpBk5xdDLzM/s1600/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767882175750066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3agAmn7I/AAAAAAAAB60/QpBk5xdDLzM/s320/DSC00992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They turned the toilet water green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3aIrbluI/AAAAAAAAB6s/wT_t02r80NY/s1600/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767875912931042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3aIrbluI/AAAAAAAAB6s/wT_t02r80NY/s320/DSC00991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They left foot prints all over the house so we knew where they had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3ZWAxRKI/AAAAAAAAB6k/WAtpqM4Fwkk/s1600/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767862312223906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3ZWAxRKI/AAAAAAAAB6k/WAtpqM4Fwkk/s320/DSC00990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they left pots of green candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3Yzxg-vI/AAAAAAAAB6c/M0xV0MCVgQQ/s1600/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767853121436402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3Yzxg-vI/AAAAAAAAB6c/M0xV0MCVgQQ/s320/DSC00989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pots of "gold".  Clara was so scared to go to bed the night before because she was afraid they would pinch her.  She made sure to wear green pj's to bed.  It was a fun day.  Especially since it was my birthday too:) I went to cheesecake factory for dinner which always makes it a good day.  &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/9008011707746795906-1112834787906659646?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1112834787906659646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1112834787906659646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1112834787906659646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1112834787906659646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/saint-patricks-day.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T3bClvauI/AAAAAAAAB68/tGn7dRPWud4/s72-c/DSC00994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2247482241502547741</id><published>2010-05-07T23:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:52:58.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2yWZs6zI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ozC1JR0oanM/s1600/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767192401898290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2yWZs6zI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ozC1JR0oanM/s320/DSC00957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Lips comes to our house on Valentines day. And this year Reid wanted to make sure that Big Lips knew where to go so he made signs telling Big Lips where to put everything. This sign is telling Big Lips to put cut out paper hearts all down the hall(that is what she has done in the past years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2x3uOS8I/AAAAAAAAB6M/ECOe11IzgDg/s1600/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468767184166472642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2x3uOS8I/AAAAAAAAB6M/ECOe11IzgDg/s320/DSC00952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sign is telling Big Lips to put the candy on the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2gfQek_I/AAAAAAAAB6E/uQG4qjvzZRE/s1600/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766885541483506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2gfQek_I/AAAAAAAAB6E/uQG4qjvzZRE/s320/DSC00954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this sign is telling Big Lips to put the presents by the fire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2f71a3rI/AAAAAAAAB58/8Nm53CgzKso/s1600/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766876032753330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2f71a3rI/AAAAAAAAB58/8Nm53CgzKso/s320/DSC00958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Lips thanked Reid for the helpful signs and left a kiss. Clara was so scared to go to bed that night, because she was afraid Big Lips would kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2fdAxJoI/AAAAAAAAB50/pWDZNKAW-V4/s1600/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766867758851714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2fdAxJoI/AAAAAAAAB50/pWDZNKAW-V4/s320/DSC00959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the hearts she left down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2eiDjDWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/6ck69yHa1P4/s1600/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766851932818786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2eiDjDWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/6ck69yHa1P4/s320/DSC00960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids with there presents, and their "I love you because...." books that I have made the past two years for each of my kids and my husband telling them why I love them. My friend Amy has done it for her kids and husband all along and I kept meaning to do it, but never did until last year so that is my new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2eOLarEI/AAAAAAAAB5k/iiTItgzNTzo/s1600/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766846597114946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2eOLarEI/AAAAAAAAB5k/iiTItgzNTzo/s320/DSC00961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at last we had a full pink breakfast. Pink milk, pink waffles, and pink eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2247482241502547741?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2247482241502547741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2247482241502547741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2247482241502547741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2247482241502547741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T2yWZs6zI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ozC1JR0oanM/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8138289202182219671</id><published>2010-05-07T23:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:56:25.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1vAAtT0I/AAAAAAAAB5c/PRdwZhUUEhM/s1600/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468766035340250946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1vAAtT0I/AAAAAAAAB5c/PRdwZhUUEhM/s320/DSC01031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid like I have said before is always making costumes out of nothing. He made this with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grass and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1kpkPxsI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jYgGf7xdbW0/s1600/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765857516603074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1kpkPxsI/AAAAAAAAB5U/jYgGf7xdbW0/s320/DSC00981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the many painting days. My kids love to create, I just wish it wasn't so messy. Reid especially likes to create. He is often in his room for hours and then comes out with some sort of book he wrote or picture. I love to see what he comes up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1j-WzLZI/AAAAAAAAB5M/nJE7YWKA_0Y/s1600/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765845917478290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1j-WzLZI/AAAAAAAAB5M/nJE7YWKA_0Y/s320/DSC00972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My only girl Clara won't dress up in princess clothes, but she will dress up in Reid's clone trooper costumes, but notice she does have glass slippers on with it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1izuUWhI/AAAAAAAAB5E/Rze0GwwiTBM/s1600/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765825883462162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1izuUWhI/AAAAAAAAB5E/Rze0GwwiTBM/s320/DSC00971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid broke his leg skiing in Park City. I was so mad because we got this great deal to take him skiing, and now it has turned into a $1200.00 day of skiing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I get another bill I weep. Reid got so good on his crutches though. He was so fast. He eventually got a walking cast and some days he would still use is crutches and I would ask him "Reid why are you using your crutches." and he would say "I miss them." This poor kid has broken both legs and had stitches on his face four times. There is a video below of him on his crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1iW8FSNI/AAAAAAAAB48/bdA805cPmTk/s1600/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765818156566738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1iW8FSNI/AAAAAAAAB48/bdA805cPmTk/s320/DSC00940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my best friend's dad has opened up 2 Corner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bakeries&lt;/span&gt; in Utah and we got to go to the open house. Here we all are with our empty plates and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;baguettes&lt;/span&gt;. By the way the food there is to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1hihajpI/AAAAAAAAB40/JdiKakyhdyg/s1600/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765804086070930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1hihajpI/AAAAAAAAB40/JdiKakyhdyg/s320/DSC00918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e3c7de0353641da5" 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://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3c7de0353641da5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D358C6595834C08C9CDB9E24939461C93A4A25147.3D194D3D200AB3A0FFEE79675780B27CFDB213BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3c7de0353641da5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkX5sHf8wf84NPtdryxLF4qA-WVU&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://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3c7de0353641da5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D358C6595834C08C9CDB9E24939461C93A4A25147.3D194D3D200AB3A0FFEE79675780B27CFDB213BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3c7de0353641da5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkX5sHf8wf84NPtdryxLF4qA-WVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here is a video of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reid&lt;/span&gt; on his crutches. I took it to show how fast he is, but in the video he actually fell on them too, which normally didn't happen, but happened while I videoed him.  I am telling you this kid gets hurt a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8138289202182219671?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8138289202182219671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8138289202182219671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8138289202182219671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8138289202182219671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T1vAAtT0I/AAAAAAAAB5c/PRdwZhUUEhM/s72-c/DSC01031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-9176789091892522738</id><published>2010-05-07T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:18:04.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0yck7ZfI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0m7_50aiUpw/s1600/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468764995036341746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0yck7ZfI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0m7_50aiUpw/s320/DSC00916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a Thanksgiving point membership this year so you will see a lot of pictures at the many venues there. Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt; in the sand at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; museum without a shirt because he got it all wet at the wet sand part.  He is such a handful lately.  He usually ends up shirtless everywhere I go so you would think I would think to bring an extra shirt in case he gets wet, but I don't.  I finally bring an extra pair of underwear just in case Clara has an accident, but ever since I have had one she has never needed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0x0HX5pI/AAAAAAAAB4k/-qNCHYqUTcY/s1600/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468764984174962322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0x0HX5pI/AAAAAAAAB4k/-qNCHYqUTcY/s320/DSC00898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0xXX_3DI/AAAAAAAAB4c/1YovgIuXCAM/s1600/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468764976460061746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0xXX_3DI/AAAAAAAAB4c/1YovgIuXCAM/s320/DSC00880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wet sand part. My kids could play in this for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0wtFerQI/AAAAAAAAB4U/XR1uXI-3llY/s1600/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468764965108100354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0wtFerQI/AAAAAAAAB4U/XR1uXI-3llY/s320/DSC00884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin is a little small for the aprons but he had to have one because his big brother and sister had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0v58OMHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tKCJtOEKZ-Y/s1600/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468764951379062898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0v58OMHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tKCJtOEKZ-Y/s320/DSC00865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My in-laws were in town when we went this time and so here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido&lt;/span&gt;(grandpa) with Alvin.&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/9008011707746795906-9176789091892522738?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/9176789091892522738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=9176789091892522738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9176789091892522738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/9176789091892522738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinosaur-museum.html' title='Dinosaur Museum'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-T0yck7ZfI/AAAAAAAAB4s/0m7_50aiUpw/s72-c/DSC00916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3934302428546597952</id><published>2010-05-07T23:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:57:37.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses I've been making.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XDts8JVjI/AAAAAAAAB80/GipdfyHwVPA/s1600/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468992512436295218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XDts8JVjI/AAAAAAAAB80/GipdfyHwVPA/s320/DSC01058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have the sewing bug again and so I have been making all kinds of dresses. Some for Clara and others for gifts. This one above I made for a one year old named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blakely&lt;/span&gt;. Her mom hasn't seen it yet so I excited to give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyM0Q302I/AAAAAAAAB4E/6IAk0DZYacE/s1600/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468762149536387938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyM0Q302I/AAAAAAAAB4E/6IAk0DZYacE/s320/DSC01009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one above I made as Clara's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; dress. I made a matching one for my niece Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyMHSFdMI/AAAAAAAAB38/8NcsQqlu1sA/s1600/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468762137461880002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyMHSFdMI/AAAAAAAAB38/8NcsQqlu1sA/s320/DSC01006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; dress for Clara because I couldn't get making it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;And so I had to make 2 of them. One for Clara and one for her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyLpqtZoI/AAAAAAAAB30/g4FUpLt9Fng/s1600/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468762129512097410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyLpqtZoI/AAAAAAAAB30/g4FUpLt9Fng/s320/DSC00969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was for my client's daughter who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clara's&lt;/span&gt; age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyLFM7WyI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3LuTQfLE3Bs/s1600/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468762119723506466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-TyLFM7WyI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3LuTQfLE3Bs/s320/DSC00856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one was for my niece Madison's birthday present. What a good little model Clara is :)Yes i know I am obsessed with sewing, but I have really found my passion. I would sew all day if I could, unfortunately I don't have time for it, but I have somehow found time for these projects. &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/9008011707746795906-3934302428546597952?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3934302428546597952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3934302428546597952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3934302428546597952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3934302428546597952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dresses-ive-been-making.html' title='Dresses I&apos;ve been making.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S-XDts8JVjI/AAAAAAAAB80/GipdfyHwVPA/s72-c/DSC01058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5554671492925245877</id><published>2010-01-25T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:30:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158E1HMPDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/NOfG6QhsQ38/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430914623073958962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158E1HMPDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/NOfG6QhsQ38/s320/DSC00841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin had me take a picture of him in this chair and this is how he posed all by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158EsF4J6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/5e5iebzHB8c/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430914620652529570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158EsF4J6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/5e5iebzHB8c/s320/DSC00848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my kids got all kinds of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; presents, but instead their favorite toy is the laundry basket.  They love this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158ELazj7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/ZM9HIBQRzQ4/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430914611881938866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158ELazj7I/AAAAAAAAB3U/ZM9HIBQRzQ4/s320/DSC00845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They think it is a jungle gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158DJF5k_I/AAAAAAAAB3E/yd5T9iUeP8o/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430914594077512690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158DJF5k_I/AAAAAAAAB3E/yd5T9iUeP8o/s320/DSC00850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "ALVIN!!!!!!"  Alvin can't stop drawing on the furniture.  Here are all of my cushions with the covers off because I am constantly washing them because he has drawn all over them.  He somehow manages to draw something on every single one and most of the time as soon as I put the cover back on he some how finds a pen or a marker and draws on it again.  It's awesome:).&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/9008011707746795906-5554671492925245877?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5554671492925245877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5554671492925245877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5554671492925245877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5554671492925245877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/alvin-had-me-take-picture-of-him-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S158E1HMPDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/NOfG6QhsQ38/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3958689440952080719</id><published>2010-01-25T21:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:11:36.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152_hzofeI/AAAAAAAAB28/5NFZrx_3hjA/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430909034434166242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152_hzofeI/AAAAAAAAB28/5NFZrx_3hjA/s320/DSC00823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent Christmas in Arizona this year. It was so much fun and the kids has a blast with all of their cousins. There are now 10 cousins under the age of 10. Here they are acting out the nativity on Christmas day. Reid is always goofing off. As you can see in the picture. When he came out for his part he was holding this fuzzy worm he got for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; under his nose like a mustache. It reminded me of something my dad would do. Reid has always reminded me of my dad so I am glad we named him after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152cqNuS2I/AAAAAAAAB20/UvNozovfO24/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430908435395660642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152cqNuS2I/AAAAAAAAB20/UvNozovfO24/s320/DSC00794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa made a visit on Christmas Eve. Clara was so excited and I was very surprised that she wanted to be the one sitting on his lap. She is not usually like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152cCDsPwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/PuAKpOjZrPY/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430908424616165122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152cCDsPwI/AAAAAAAAB2s/PuAKpOjZrPY/s320/DSC00785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening presents on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152bPUZrsI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kQ80AninJII/s1600-h/DSC06328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430908410996043458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152bPUZrsI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kQ80AninJII/s320/DSC06328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting out by the rock waterfall with grandma and cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152aswPYjI/AAAAAAAAB2U/YPrnr3pkRBY/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430908401717568050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152aswPYjI/AAAAAAAAB2U/YPrnr3pkRBY/s320/DSC06491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin was often found playing with this Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151tX3656I/AAAAAAAAB2M/rsBNLqNeR24/s1600-h/DSC06343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907623018522530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151tX3656I/AAAAAAAAB2M/rsBNLqNeR24/s320/DSC06343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara and her new puppy from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151smfpuTI/AAAAAAAAB2E/5lNZ5i29Cwo/s1600-h/DSC06344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907609763395890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151smfpuTI/AAAAAAAAB2E/5lNZ5i29Cwo/s320/DSC06344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151sF_r7-I/AAAAAAAAB18/ztAMkK5iPXk/s1600-h/DSC06425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907601039388642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151sF_r7-I/AAAAAAAAB18/ztAMkK5iPXk/s320/DSC06425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the cousins got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nintendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DSI's&lt;/span&gt; and so here they all are watching them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151rsiOMRI/AAAAAAAAB10/NN-Cfx6ZrBE/s1600-h/DSC06519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907594204918034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151rsiOMRI/AAAAAAAAB10/NN-Cfx6ZrBE/s320/DSC06519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all went and saw the Princess and the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151rPe1OoI/AAAAAAAAB1s/AndERbPossY/s1600-h/DSC06512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907586406070914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151rPe1OoI/AAAAAAAAB1s/AndERbPossY/s320/DSC06512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4 girls had so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151A9Z8ZbI/AAAAAAAAB1k/C-Ir-0kYnC8/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906859999225266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151A9Z8ZbI/AAAAAAAAB1k/C-Ir-0kYnC8/s320/DSC06548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went and visited great grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rowley&lt;/span&gt;. Here she is taking us on a tour of her new place with Alvin sitting on her walker. We had so much fun spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151AV4RTvI/AAAAAAAAB1c/4unySDJ5tBQ/s1600-h/DSC06554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906849389006578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S151AV4RTvI/AAAAAAAAB1c/4unySDJ5tBQ/s320/DSC06554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin loved playing in the drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150_hp5kKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/4twKWaTsR-A/s1600-h/DSC06526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906835370086562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150_hp5kKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/4twKWaTsR-A/s320/DSC06526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law Michelle blessed her new baby girl while we were there. Here we are at the chapel. I had to put this picture to show &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; in her dress that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150_Gyhw5I/AAAAAAAAB1M/iWLjRLWK2XQ/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906828158518162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150_Gyhw5I/AAAAAAAAB1M/iWLjRLWK2XQ/s320/DSC00833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; Family at the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150-v3PINI/AAAAAAAAB1E/JjKjXi7JHS4/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906822004252882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S150-v3PINI/AAAAAAAAB1E/JjKjXi7JHS4/s320/DSC00835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing at the park. It was nice to get out of the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3958689440952080719?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3958689440952080719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3958689440952080719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3958689440952080719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3958689440952080719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-arizona.html' title='Christmas in Arizona'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S152_hzofeI/AAAAAAAAB28/5NFZrx_3hjA/s72-c/DSC00823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5004188924973490519</id><published>2010-01-25T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:46:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas eve with my family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ydVWq1jI/AAAAAAAAB08/RlUo-YMKb5c/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904048929396274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ydVWq1jI/AAAAAAAAB08/RlUo-YMKb5c/s320/DSC00766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent Christmas in Arizona this year with David's family this year and so we had an early Christmas eve with my family.  Here the kids are acting out the nativity.  It was fun this year to have the participation of Alvin and Chloe this year.  Although it is still  a pretty wild event trying to get kids these ages to cooperate in acting it out.  They love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15yc-vyRcI/AAAAAAAAB00/Fxtf7bsAJm8/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904042860725698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15yc-vyRcI/AAAAAAAAB00/Fxtf7bsAJm8/s320/DSC00774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904034821153442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ycgzAIqI/AAAAAAAAB0s/Y4adRF4TRrU/s320/DSC00773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ycKyjk8I/AAAAAAAAB0k/6Yghu6XeJ4E/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904028913701826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ycKyjk8I/AAAAAAAAB0k/6Yghu6XeJ4E/s320/DSC00762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ybr91HfI/AAAAAAAAB0c/yZhlmSHtScs/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904020639489522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ybr91HfI/AAAAAAAAB0c/yZhlmSHtScs/s320/DSC00764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9008011707746795906-5004188924973490519?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5004188924973490519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5004188924973490519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5004188924973490519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5004188924973490519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/early-christmas-eve-with-my-family.html' title='Early Christmas eve with my family.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15ydVWq1jI/AAAAAAAAB08/RlUo-YMKb5c/s72-c/DSC00766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7884578615771299338</id><published>2010-01-25T21:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:42:06.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many Christmas projects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wG-zvF_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/X7wJLGgsw5E/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430901465896916978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wG-zvF_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/X7wJLGgsw5E/s320/DSC00742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year for my traditional homemade gift for my mom I made her a Christmas table runner. I finished it in Oct. this year so I was craving making things in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dec&lt;/span&gt;. so I decided to make more homemade gifts and it turned into a lot of homemade gifts. I was addicted to it. I am currently taking a break, but I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; found a passion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wGhUDi3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/znhHFdbfhtg/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430901457979411314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wGhUDi3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/znhHFdbfhtg/s320/DSC00739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wGGAfxrI/AAAAAAAAB0E/B8LoVczJ0dY/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430901450649618098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wGGAfxrI/AAAAAAAAB0E/B8LoVczJ0dY/s320/DSC00712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a skirt I made for Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vsXemwrI/AAAAAAAABz8/lAV2slcJIRg/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430901008662708914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vsXemwrI/AAAAAAAABz8/lAV2slcJIRg/s320/DSC00716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the dress I made for Clara too. And then when she wore it I thought it was so cute so I had to make one for my nieces for Christmas. (i don't know why but this picture always uplaoded like this even though it was the right way when I added it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vgAZ_S7I/AAAAAAAABz0/CCZSlqNi_I8/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900796310899634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vgAZ_S7I/AAAAAAAABz0/CCZSlqNi_I8/s320/DSC00721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was for 6 month old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mackenzie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vfpLSmvI/AAAAAAAABzs/cFE_l7yn8MM/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900790075235058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15vfpLSmvI/AAAAAAAABzs/cFE_l7yn8MM/s320/DSC00718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was for my friend's daughter Ella who is 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15veW6rydI/AAAAAAAABzc/MNBV5LhNcYk/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900767993874898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15veW6rydI/AAAAAAAABzc/MNBV5LhNcYk/s320/DSC00715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for 18 month old Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15veOJrBvI/AAAAAAAABzU/Jyz6XYHEvUA/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900765640820466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15veOJrBvI/AAAAAAAABzU/Jyz6XYHEvUA/s320/DSC00723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this was for 6 year old Julia. It was so much fun to see the finished product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7884578615771299338?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7884578615771299338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7884578615771299338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7884578615771299338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7884578615771299338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-many-christmas-projects.html' title='Too many Christmas projects.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15wG-zvF_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/X7wJLGgsw5E/s72-c/DSC00742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-188622367863758407</id><published>2010-01-25T21:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:36:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tGs3wk_I/AAAAAAAABzE/jabkqXlw1gw/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tGAkBGTI/AAAAAAAABy8/aKjjZNMJazs/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898150653106482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tGAkBGTI/AAAAAAAABy8/aKjjZNMJazs/s320/DSC00753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some cute pictures of Alvin and Clara playing outside.  Alvin is talking a lot now.  He pretty much repeats every word you say.  Not clearly, but he tries to say it the best he can, but the funny part is that he whispers a lot of the time.  Whenever you ask him a question he always answers it in a whisper.  It is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tF_irZqI/AAAAAAAABy0/3kJaVdo6Fjs/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898150379054754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tF_irZqI/AAAAAAAABy0/3kJaVdo6Fjs/s320/DSC00752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tFO6P2NI/AAAAAAAABys/b5yHoeFEVzY/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898137324574930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tFO6P2NI/AAAAAAAABys/b5yHoeFEVzY/s320/DSC00747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that Reid is in school all day Alvin and Clara are best buddies. Clara takes such good care of Alvin. She can't stand to see him upset. It is so nice to have Clara around to help out.&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/9008011707746795906-188622367863758407?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/188622367863758407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=188622367863758407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/188622367863758407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/188622367863758407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-outside.html' title='Playing outside'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15tGAkBGTI/AAAAAAAABy8/aKjjZNMJazs/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2270032174903910774</id><published>2010-01-25T21:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:32:19.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15uM4hYbuI/AAAAAAAABzM/9cSvnewvM34/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430899368265281250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15uM4hYbuI/AAAAAAAABzM/9cSvnewvM34/s320/DSC00780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did lots of festive activities this December. We live so close to the mall so we went to see Santa at least once a week. Each time they had to tell him something different that they wanted Santa to bring them. They also got a See's candy c&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;armel&lt;/span&gt; sucker so that made it even more enticing to go see Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qE1KwHzI/AAAAAAAAByk/Fg7SMn40hJA/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894831879593778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qE1KwHzI/AAAAAAAAByk/Fg7SMn40hJA/s320/DSC00756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We attended both Reid and Clara's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; program(I am so sad, but I forgot my camera for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clara's&lt;/span&gt; program and she was so cute singing) Reid did a good job too. He sang some of the songs in French (Reid is in a french immersion program at school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qETBCkbI/AAAAAAAAByc/AYsmXY-wvo4/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894822712054194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qETBCkbI/AAAAAAAAByc/AYsmXY-wvo4/s320/DSC00746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the live nativity in Draper. It was such a neat experience except for the freezing 2 hour wait, but once we went through the streets of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt; and came upon the nativity seen it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worth it. My kids complained the whole 2 hours and then once they went through the main part they begged to wait another 2 hours so they could see it again. I would highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qD2qrbAI/AAAAAAAAByU/NwvWnsabdpM/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894815102069762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qD2qrbAI/AAAAAAAAByU/NwvWnsabdpM/s320/DSC00744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are waiting in line. They did love the fires every ten feet. And the different scenes you got to see while in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qDspZ54I/AAAAAAAAByM/a11fEhAnHjg/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894812412372866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qDspZ54I/AAAAAAAAByM/a11fEhAnHjg/s320/DSC00734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; fly in on a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qDN3olNI/AAAAAAAAByE/l2g4fzHjGh8/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894804150555858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15qDN3olNI/AAAAAAAAByE/l2g4fzHjGh8/s320/DSC00728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin sees the helicopter. "Copter" He says. We also went to see the lights at Thanksgiving point along with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Santa's&lt;/span&gt; live reindeer. And we went to the festival of trees. The kids loved it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2270032174903910774?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2270032174903910774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2270032174903910774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2270032174903910774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2270032174903910774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas activities'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15uM4hYbuI/AAAAAAAABzM/9cSvnewvM34/s72-c/DSC00780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3121368744839510969</id><published>2010-01-25T20:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:02:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara at preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oNMoRAsI/AAAAAAAABx8/Z8zHa3qek8o/s1600-h/Picture5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892776593097410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oNMoRAsI/AAAAAAAABx8/Z8zHa3qek8o/s320/Picture5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently got these pictures from Clara's teachers and so I thought I would post them.  Clara has grown so much this year in her preschool.  She has really come out of her shell.  She actually sits on diferent spots now on the carpet.  She use to only sit in the very far left corner on the "C" square and no matter what was going on she would not leave that square.  She now moves about to be able to see what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oL9N9H3I/AAAAAAAABx0/Xf9h6r3FyEY/s1600-h/Picture3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892755276341106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oL9N9H3I/AAAAAAAABx0/Xf9h6r3FyEY/s320/Picture3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oK63-FaI/AAAAAAAABxs/zWhzO42FzP8/s1600-h/Picture4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892737467389346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oK63-FaI/AAAAAAAABxs/zWhzO42FzP8/s320/Picture4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oJ2htmWI/AAAAAAAABxk/iLZRo-fBYpE/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430892719120423266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oJ2htmWI/AAAAAAAABxk/iLZRo-fBYpE/s320/Picture1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom came to read with the kids on granparent day.  &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/9008011707746795906-3121368744839510969?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3121368744839510969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3121368744839510969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3121368744839510969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3121368744839510969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2010/01/clara-at-preschool.html' title='Clara at preschool'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/S15oNMoRAsI/AAAAAAAABx8/Z8zHa3qek8o/s72-c/Picture5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8916859384332705537</id><published>2009-11-18T22:19:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:46:31.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny quotes from Clara</title><content type='html'>Last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; Clara was on the toilet going #2 and just then David came out of our room for the 1st time that morning (he had just woken up) and right when he walked past the bathroom Clara said "Daddy, I'm going poo and you get to wipe me!" in a very excited voice. David said "how exciting" and he wished he was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Reid woke up and needed to use the bathroom he noticed that Clara didn't flush the toilet and so he yelled out "GROSS!" and then Clara said "I left some poo for you Reid" in a very sarcastic voice. She is a little sicko sometimes and she likes to tease people and always has ever since she was very little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8916859384332705537?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8916859384332705537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8916859384332705537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8916859384332705537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8916859384332705537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/funny-quotes-from-clara.html' title='Funny quotes from Clara'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6538257929658241115</id><published>2009-11-18T22:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:46:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy, I stepped on a muffin"</title><content type='html'>The other day I was changing Alvin's diaper and just as I got it off of him the phone rang and so I went to get it leaving Alvin without a diaper. As you can imagine when I got off the phone I didn't remember that Alvin was without a diaper and so I went to get in the shower. Pretty soon Clara came in the bathroom saying "Mommy, I stepped on a muffin." I stood there thinking "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I don't have any muffins, I wonder what she is talking about." and then it clicked in my head that Alvin didn't have a diaper on and Clara didn't step on a muffin. Let me tell you it was not so fun to clean up. At least it was a muffin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt; and not runny. gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6538257929658241115?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6538257929658241115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6538257929658241115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6538257929658241115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6538257929658241115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/mommy-i-stepped-on-muffin.html' title='&quot;Mommy, I stepped on a muffin&quot;'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3257880777012023231</id><published>2009-11-18T22:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:45:20.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Night Out at the Depot at Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSipbej5I/AAAAAAAABws/fav1KE8ow14/s1600/12659_216341588781_105614993781_4367466_4203199_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law's best friend owns Vintage Fox Boutique and she showed her stuff at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fashoin&lt;/span&gt; Night Out and the Depot at the Gateway last weekend, so she asked me to walk in her runway show. It was so much fun. I love stuff like this so I was happy to do it. Katrina also walked in it and a couple other friends. There were other companies with models to show their clothes as well. Urban outfitters and Lola &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; are some of the companies there. I also walked for a local designer named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nappi&lt;/span&gt;. My mom and brothers came so it was a family event:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSiIyv9sI/AAAAAAAABwk/l7q4upOvRCc/s1600/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676936669165250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSiIyv9sI/AAAAAAAABwk/l7q4upOvRCc/s320/DSC00662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are waiting for Vintage fox to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSUFCowJI/AAAAAAAABwc/rp2HPzcZ-pI/s1600/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676695143891090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSUFCowJI/AAAAAAAABwc/rp2HPzcZ-pI/s320/DSC00663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Vintage Fox models. There were others, but we didn't know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTliNz3I/AAAAAAAABwU/e-cVAgcKkT4/s1600/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676686686408562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTliNz3I/AAAAAAAABwU/e-cVAgcKkT4/s320/DSC00659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Standing in front of the Vintage Fox display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTS9XK2I/AAAAAAAABwM/Kw0AnVISD4w/s1600/12659_216341863781_105614993781_4367508_2334215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676681699994466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTS9XK2I/AAAAAAAABwM/Kw0AnVISD4w/s320/12659_216341863781_105614993781_4367508_2334215_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;candids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTBi_y5I/AAAAAAAABwE/_q62_Aqtlys/s1600/12659_216342203781_105614993781_4367551_7128147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676677026007954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSTBi_y5I/AAAAAAAABwE/_q62_Aqtlys/s320/12659_216342203781_105614993781_4367551_7128147_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSS-bXoGI/AAAAAAAABv8/UDn9bjweJsY/s1600/12659_216342208781_105614993781_4367552_7822221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676676188708962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSS-bXoGI/AAAAAAAABv8/UDn9bjweJsY/s320/12659_216342208781_105614993781_4367552_7822221_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR9DD6UBI/AAAAAAAABv0/OdRDHam24eI/s1600/12659_216342278781_105614993781_4367562_2625976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676299475374098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR9DD6UBI/AAAAAAAABv0/OdRDHam24eI/s320/12659_216342278781_105614993781_4367562_2625976_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next outfit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR9DUWXEI/AAAAAAAABvs/dc1Jm3BEYgc/s1600/12659_216342333781_105614993781_4367572_8082345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676299544321090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR9DUWXEI/AAAAAAAABvs/dc1Jm3BEYgc/s320/12659_216342333781_105614993781_4367572_8082345_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last outfit. I was suppose to have a jacket on here, but I set in down and when I went to pick it up it was gone. We ended up finding it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR802HkjI/AAAAAAAABvk/sAV3naHGFOI/s1600/12659_216342573781_105614993781_4367612_7191579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676295659426354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR802HkjI/AAAAAAAABvk/sAV3naHGFOI/s320/12659_216342573781_105614993781_4367612_7191579_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nappi&lt;/span&gt; outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR8r9Vj1I/AAAAAAAABvc/nUApiJAhi7U/s1600/12659_216342578781_105614993781_4367613_2638315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676293273784146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR8r9Vj1I/AAAAAAAABvc/nUApiJAhi7U/s320/12659_216342578781_105614993781_4367613_2638315_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR8UVT_CI/AAAAAAAABvU/BdH_AXElN3Y/s1600/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405676286931893282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTR8UVT_CI/AAAAAAAABvU/BdH_AXElN3Y/s320/DSC00689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a good shot of the hair and makeup. So crazy, but so much fun to get to wear for a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3257880777012023231?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3257880777012023231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3257880777012023231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3257880777012023231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3257880777012023231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashion-night-out-at-depot-at-gateway.html' title='Fashion Night Out at the Depot at Gateway'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTSiIyv9sI/AAAAAAAABwk/l7q4upOvRCc/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6278782492933442888</id><published>2009-11-18T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:32:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTREGH6B4I/AAAAAAAABvM/ICrzSiTuNUU/s1600/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405675321044895618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTREGH6B4I/AAAAAAAABvM/ICrzSiTuNUU/s320/DSC00655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got some really cute pictures of Chloe, Alvin and Reid the other day sitting on my porch.  They were all so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRDnmlAbI/AAAAAAAABvE/8jDDgveobVY/s1600/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405675312852042162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRDnmlAbI/AAAAAAAABvE/8jDDgveobVY/s320/DSC00651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRCsBzAxI/AAAAAAAABu0/gUibZRpQNww/s1600/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405675296860078866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRCsBzAxI/AAAAAAAABu0/gUibZRpQNww/s320/DSC00652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRCNHSB3I/AAAAAAAABus/MMjdo-kJPbk/s1600/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405675288561583986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTRCNHSB3I/AAAAAAAABus/MMjdo-kJPbk/s320/DSC00654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6278782492933442888?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6278782492933442888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6278782492933442888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6278782492933442888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6278782492933442888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTREGH6B4I/AAAAAAAABvM/ICrzSiTuNUU/s72-c/DSC00655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-5964672983568710576</id><published>2009-11-18T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:31:04.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQhe1GgVI/AAAAAAAABuk/nh_8mOjzZes/s1600/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674726381486418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQhe1GgVI/AAAAAAAABuk/nh_8mOjzZes/s320/DSC00604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am with Clara ready for our ward Halloween party.  I was dressed as an 80"s person if you can't tell.  It is always easy to fall back on the 80"s costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQgyYAPfI/AAAAAAAABuc/w9kQF4Dw3d8/s1600/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674714448281074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQgyYAPfI/AAAAAAAABuc/w9kQF4Dw3d8/s320/DSC00610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid as a power ranger in the school parade. I didn't know that he had those orange hot wheels tracks until I saw him walking in the parade swinging them like they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nun chucks&lt;/span&gt;.  He knew he couldn't have weapons so he brought car tracks:)  He knows how to beat the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQglk9YxI/AAAAAAAABuU/p8QRmsyoadw/s1600/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674711012958994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQglk9YxI/AAAAAAAABuU/p8QRmsyoadw/s320/DSC00619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQgTVDWbI/AAAAAAAABuM/8BPq9kt2rls/s1600/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674706114402738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQgTVDWbI/AAAAAAAABuM/8BPq9kt2rls/s320/DSC00623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara at her preschool trick or treating to the parents.  She still doesn't like to dress up.  What &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girl doesn't like to dress up?  Well Clara doesn't.  She just hates it.  I have to force her to do it.  Silly girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQEYYpRPI/AAAAAAAABuE/dcfGO82a82I/s1600/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674226435310834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQEYYpRPI/AAAAAAAABuE/dcfGO82a82I/s320/DSC00632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready for trick or treating.  Reid again with the track &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nun chucks&lt;/span&gt;.  Clara let me do her hair in a bun like tinker bell.  It took a lot of persuading.  Alvin is peter pan, but he looks like robin hood or an elf.   I made his costume so it isn't perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQEDdf60I/AAAAAAAABt8/tlUyDsX_kYY/s1600/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674220818524994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQEDdf60I/AAAAAAAABt8/tlUyDsX_kYY/s320/DSC00634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again those people in our neighborhood had the huge blow up things.  Alvin didn't dare go on them, but loved to watch.  He looked so funny standing in his little costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQDkCetwI/AAAAAAAABt0/3CH3FA5ztls/s1600/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674212383700738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQDkCetwI/AAAAAAAABt0/3CH3FA5ztls/s320/DSC00635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQDdzTavI/AAAAAAAABts/sNk-3lOGdT0/s1600/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674210709433074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQDdzTavI/AAAAAAAABts/sNk-3lOGdT0/s320/DSC00641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQC6vezbI/AAAAAAAABtk/Or0YHvCgTP4/s1600/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405674201298161074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQC6vezbI/AAAAAAAABtk/Or0YHvCgTP4/s320/DSC00646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Elf &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/9008011707746795906-5964672983568710576?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/5964672983568710576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=5964672983568710576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5964672983568710576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/5964672983568710576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTQhe1GgVI/AAAAAAAABuk/nh_8mOjzZes/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8412108950593366034</id><published>2009-11-18T21:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:04:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornbelly's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTg7z9UjVI/AAAAAAAABxc/IZ48tIyOoB0/s1600/DSC05569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692770915749202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTg7z9UjVI/AAAAAAAABxc/IZ48tIyOoB0/s320/DSC05569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My in-laws were in town during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt;. and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cornbelly's&lt;/span&gt; while they were here visiting.  Here is a picture of the cute aprons my mother-law made Clara and I for Halloween.  Aren't they cute?  She also made my kids Halloween pillow cases which they loved.  What a nice mother-in-law I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgrdGf1DI/AAAAAAAABxU/SNRu8s6Sa28/s1600/DSC05620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692489902314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgrdGf1DI/AAAAAAAABxU/SNRu8s6Sa28/s320/DSC05620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cornbelly's&lt;/span&gt; I had to include this picture because when I saw it I was laughing so hard at my face.  Click on it big and you will laugh too.  Looks like I was really scared.  Alvin loved this slide though.  I kept putting him down on his stomach feet first and he has never been so excited.  I have never seen him smile so big.  So cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgq3PMoKI/AAAAAAAABxM/o0qoEvz_c8A/s1600/DSC05668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692479738257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgq3PMoKI/AAAAAAAABxM/o0qoEvz_c8A/s320/DSC05668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting on the huge rocking chair.  This place is full of photo opportunities.  My mother-in-law was in heaven.   She is a picture fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgqiw_RgI/AAAAAAAABxE/xA2IRt5iKAQ/s1600/DSC05656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692474242844162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgqiw_RgI/AAAAAAAABxE/xA2IRt5iKAQ/s320/DSC05656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting on the pumpkin princesses carriage.  Clara still won't get within 100 feet of a princess.  The pumpkin pricess was there, but sure enough like every other princess Clara doesn't like to get near them.  Have you ever met a girl scared of princesses.  She is more of a timkerbell kind of a gal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgp_9PqEI/AAAAAAAABw8/0UqXPcdR8eQ/s1600/DSC05666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405692464899008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTgp_9PqEI/AAAAAAAABw8/0UqXPcdR8eQ/s320/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went through the corn maze.  This way or that way?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPf1HZLvI/AAAAAAAABtc/hugVrpofFmM/s1600/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673598492421874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPf1HZLvI/AAAAAAAABtc/hugVrpofFmM/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our favorite part is the big jumping pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPfVRL4mI/AAAAAAAABtU/at5mSyak0o0/s1600/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673589943558754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPfVRL4mI/AAAAAAAABtU/at5mSyak0o0/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPfLpiwPI/AAAAAAAABtM/DHjV0ajVJxg/s1600/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673587361366258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPfLpiwPI/AAAAAAAABtM/DHjV0ajVJxg/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPI-WfI7I/AAAAAAAABtE/hCLStuMliek/s1600/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673205834654642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPI-WfI7I/AAAAAAAABtE/hCLStuMliek/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPIXEOFfI/AAAAAAAABs8/aMHQo8E8Aas/s1600/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673195289056754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPIXEOFfI/AAAAAAAABs8/aMHQo8E8Aas/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPH4oL4LI/AAAAAAAABs0/n3vKzwPPy5w/s1600/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673187118407858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPH4oL4LI/AAAAAAAABs0/n3vKzwPPy5w/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPHZ8IrEI/AAAAAAAABss/PJ218v73M9I/s1600/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673178880584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPHZ8IrEI/AAAAAAAABss/PJ218v73M9I/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPG9U3PCI/AAAAAAAABsk/pyH7Wjnv3pU/s1600/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405673171199671330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTPG9U3PCI/AAAAAAAABsk/pyH7Wjnv3pU/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cow train.  This is such a fun place. We were there for hours and still could have stayed longer.  Lovin the cornbelly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8412108950593366034?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8412108950593366034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8412108950593366034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8412108950593366034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8412108950593366034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/cornbellys.html' title='Cornbelly&apos;s'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTg7z9UjVI/AAAAAAAABxc/IZ48tIyOoB0/s72-c/DSC05569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7156624751087913107</id><published>2009-11-18T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:46:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid's 7th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTOUzZ7ocI/AAAAAAAABsc/n7uXOjTKWpA/s1600/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405672309543117250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTOUzZ7ocI/AAAAAAAABsc/n7uXOjTKWpA/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid turned 7 this year on Oct. 21st.  I decided not to make a mess of my house and go somewhere else for the party.  It was so much less stressful and not too expensive at Pirate Island Pizza.  The kids loooved it.  It is new so nobody was sick of it yet.  Reid didn't want a pirate themed party so we did a costume party.  Here is the ghost cake I made with fondant.  It was really yummy too.  I made 2 layers inside, one was death by chocolate flavored and the other was the same recipe as the death by chocolate, but with a yellow cake and white chocolate chips.  And then it was frosted in Wilton's butter cream frosting(it is a great frosting recipe by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTOUa7HB4I/AAAAAAAABsU/Qo9hfvz_BG0/s1600/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405672302971389826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTOUa7HB4I/AAAAAAAABsU/Qo9hfvz_BG0/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid really wanted a Power Ranger Party, but i figured that would be kind of hard to do in a pirate themed pizza place.  He did dress up like on though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN-v8hMhI/AAAAAAAABsM/ePfvB7zdZOo/s1600/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405671930657321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN-v8hMhI/AAAAAAAABsM/ePfvB7zdZOo/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara and her friend Ellie.  We always include a friend or 2 for Clara.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN-c5jTnI/AAAAAAAABsE/YRmsrV9FuqY/s1600/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405671925544603250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN-c5jTnI/AAAAAAAABsE/YRmsrV9FuqY/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of fun games and rides to play on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN99cWgwI/AAAAAAAABr8/XugaKviizBw/s1600/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405671917100630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN99cWgwI/AAAAAAAABr8/XugaKviizBw/s320/DSC00559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you walk in to the place it looks like the Pirates ride at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN9fENyVI/AAAAAAAABr0/KvfXaoFWBBk/s1600/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405671908946331986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN9fENyVI/AAAAAAAABr0/KvfXaoFWBBk/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN89MN7YI/AAAAAAAABrs/E7G4-XKcC9Y/s1600/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405671899853090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTN89MN7YI/AAAAAAAABrs/E7G4-XKcC9Y/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles.  Reid is such a special boy.  He is getting so creative and responsible.  He is such a good helper at home.  He can get upset, but he can also calm down very easily.  Lately he is really into illustrating and writing books and they are so neat.  I am always so impressed when he comes out of his room with his creations.  He is such a nice boy at school too.  He is always careful to include others and is always concerned for others.  He started a French Immersion program this year at school and is doing so well.  It is so much fun to hear him speak in French.  It sounds so cute coming from my little boy.  We love him very much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7156624751087913107?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7156624751087913107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7156624751087913107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7156624751087913107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7156624751087913107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/11/reids-7th-birthday-party.html' title='Reid&apos;s 7th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SwTOUzZ7ocI/AAAAAAAABsc/n7uXOjTKWpA/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1671684358328396421</id><published>2009-10-12T17:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:54:43.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7VgRejMI/AAAAAAAABrk/61OZQRq50QA/s1600-h/DSC04918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859157007502530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7VgRejMI/AAAAAAAABrk/61OZQRq50QA/s320/DSC04918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David's brother blessed his new baby girl over Labor Day weekend and so we took a trip to Arizona so that we could be there. The kids were in heaven with all their cousins. There are now 9 kids under the age of 9, and there is one on the way very soon. Here is Reid reunited with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Tyler. They are 3 years apart, but they have had a connection ever since Reid was just a tiny baby. They are a lot alike. They have so much fun together and they still hold hands. We keep wondering when that will stop. It is so cute, but we know when they get older they will be too cool for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7OpG2-eI/AAAAAAAABrc/Vu_hjw4gyOM/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859039119800802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7OpG2-eI/AAAAAAAABrc/Vu_hjw4gyOM/s320/DSC04919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7OCqA3AI/AAAAAAAABrU/jO2AupRk73I/s1600-h/DSC04931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859028798266370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7OCqA3AI/AAAAAAAABrU/jO2AupRk73I/s320/DSC04931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; doing hair at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7NaaygKI/AAAAAAAABrM/kQomKK_iEaw/s1600-h/DSC04933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859017996992674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7NaaygKI/AAAAAAAABrM/kQomKK_iEaw/s320/DSC04933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with all the billions of toys at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7M8bQqKI/AAAAAAAABrE/tiXcnMMNYYk/s1600-h/DSC04938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859009945905314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7M8bQqKI/AAAAAAAABrE/tiXcnMMNYYk/s320/DSC04938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7MY6vP-I/AAAAAAAABq8/qdFC0AXxquI/s1600-h/DSC04958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859000414257122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7MY6vP-I/AAAAAAAABq8/qdFC0AXxquI/s320/DSC04958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course taking the famous waterfall shot at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6mhWcc9I/AAAAAAAABq0/crk-42Pnos0/s1600-h/DSC05008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858349842920402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6mhWcc9I/AAAAAAAABq0/crk-42Pnos0/s320/DSC05008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and wearing the wigs and hats at Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jido's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6l9Fqu2I/AAAAAAAABqs/y1tKlXGs9kY/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858340108876642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6l9Fqu2I/AAAAAAAABqs/y1tKlXGs9kY/s320/DSC00532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt; at the blessing of Mackenzie Candace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt;. My brother-in-law &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; gave the most beautiful blessing. The spirit was so strong. His wife Carrie, my sister-in-law, bore the most beautiful testimony as well. It is so nice to hear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; testimony's of the gospel since we don't get to hear them all the time even though we should be sharing them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6lDiTkRI/AAAAAAAABqk/jux4gFBRtzs/s1600-h/DSC05001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858324659736850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6lDiTkRI/AAAAAAAABqk/jux4gFBRtzs/s320/DSC05001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at dinner at one of my favorite places to eat in Scottsdale. The White Chocolate Grill. Everything is good there. I like this picture because you can see how big the family is getting, we need 2 big tables to fit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6kiINyuI/AAAAAAAABqc/z6-IOzYM53I/s1600-h/DSC05025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858315691936482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6kiINyuI/AAAAAAAABqc/z6-IOzYM53I/s320/DSC05025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was still really hot there so we spent Labor Day swimming at a family member's house. The kids had diving contests (oh wait that was Carrie and Chad:)), they played water games, and they were thrown up in the air by their dads.  All fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6kDVG5HI/AAAAAAAABqU/eRrlIzNbeQM/s1600-h/DSC05142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391858307424511090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO6kDVG5HI/AAAAAAAABqU/eRrlIzNbeQM/s320/DSC05142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again the big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fam(minus Grandma, Jido and new baby)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-1671684358328396421?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1671684358328396421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1671684358328396421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1671684358328396421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1671684358328396421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-arizona.html' title='Trip to Arizona'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StO7VgRejMI/AAAAAAAABrk/61OZQRq50QA/s72-c/DSC04918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6456185800049553480</id><published>2009-10-10T21:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:55:05.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSyIcpk_I/AAAAAAAABo8/Pvr5_DF74Yk/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391181250153780210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSyIcpk_I/AAAAAAAABo8/Pvr5_DF74Yk/s320/DSC00528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law Katrina was out of town and so my mom watched Chloe and so she brought her over for the day. We had so much fun with her. We really wore her out. She slept for over 3 hours in the dark basement in a port-a-crib. At least we think she slept that long because when we went to finally check on her we opened the door to look inside and there she was standing in the crib in the pitch black room not even making a peep. So who knows how long she was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSxv_yCwI/AAAAAAAABo0/jBdoY3IrscY/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391181243590249218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSxv_yCwI/AAAAAAAABo0/jBdoY3IrscY/s320/DSC00508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the kids playing outside one morning in sept. Alvin loves to just be in his diaper. Look at his cute little body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSwmcK2FI/AAAAAAAABok/8D6RqYEJZ9Y/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391181223845091410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSwmcK2FI/AAAAAAAABok/8D6RqYEJZ9Y/s320/DSC00505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are looking for the neighbor's cat in their driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFWjOPYsJI/AAAAAAAABpU/BLhGl7LVLsY/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391185392057233554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFWjOPYsJI/AAAAAAAABpU/BLhGl7LVLsY/s320/DSC00484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are at a condo in park city. My parents stayed there for a week and we went up one Sunday because David was out of town. They loved the bunk bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6456185800049553480?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6456185800049553480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6456185800049553480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6456185800049553480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6456185800049553480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFSyIcpk_I/AAAAAAAABo8/Pvr5_DF74Yk/s72-c/DSC00528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7581683434110571044</id><published>2009-10-10T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:34:27.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A very late first day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFObF2ND1I/AAAAAAAABoU/9xSSWFsdejA/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391176456272154450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFObF2ND1I/AAAAAAAABoU/9xSSWFsdejA/s320/DSC00500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see I am way behind with my blog.  I haven't been taking very many pictures lately and I haven't been posting the ones I have.  Anyway here is Reid and Clara's first day of school.  Clara has the same teacher that she had last year, but it is at a different school this year, because they canceled the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; preschool she went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; year.  She loves it just the same.  It is at O&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rem&lt;/span&gt; elementary so she feels like she is like Reid now that she is going to a real school.  A lot of the equipment is the same as last year and so she still sits on the same "C" square on the rug.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I come to pick her up and the class is on the rug sitting she is in the far corner on top of the "C" square.  She has 5 teachers because 3 of them are student &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UVU&lt;/span&gt; and so she loves all the attention. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I drop her off she walks in like everyone is watching her every move and she kind of shows off when she walks in.  She is a lot more outgoing this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOapT2OcI/AAAAAAAABoM/-T1I5KpPLRM/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391176448611858882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOapT2OcI/AAAAAAAABoM/-T1I5KpPLRM/s320/DSC00498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOaPVdmLI/AAAAAAAABoE/jlNL5_SQjRw/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391176441639311538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOaPVdmLI/AAAAAAAABoE/jlNL5_SQjRw/s320/DSC00384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reid is in first grade this year and he also started a french immersion program which he loves.  Half of his day is all french and half is in english, and once he is in the 3rd grade all of his day will be in french.  Reid is really good at immitating sounds so I think this will be a good thing for him.  He has transitioned pretty well into a full day of school.  He never complained although for about 2 weeks he came home from school in the worst mood.  He was so cranky.  He is getting a lot better now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOZl2ad4I/AAAAAAAABn8/7Ourw9Fs5NI/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391176430503229314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFOZl2ad4I/AAAAAAAABn8/7Ourw9Fs5NI/s320/DSC00381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7581683434110571044?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7581683434110571044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7581683434110571044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7581683434110571044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7581683434110571044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-late-first-day-of-school.html' title='A very late first day of school'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/StFObF2ND1I/AAAAAAAABoU/9xSSWFsdejA/s72-c/DSC00500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6322017084475364764</id><published>2009-10-01T13:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:49:22.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEqfizmwI/AAAAAAAABn0/wG7-SQH2MCI/s1600-h/train+6+8x10+with+edges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387717657287170818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEqfizmwI/AAAAAAAABn0/wG7-SQH2MCI/s320/train+6+8x10+with+edges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got our family pictures done this year by one of my best friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;, Jill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tew&lt;/span&gt;. She did such a good job. I love them. Here is her blog if anybody wants to use her. daytewdayphotography.blogspot.com We got a lot of good pictures, even though Reid fell in the beginning of the shoot and so he was very difficult because he was crying a lot of the time, but we managed to at least get a couple of him not crying. Clara was good so you will see there are a lot more of her than the other difficult boys. It was all worth it though. David my tell you differently, but to me it is always worth a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEbm2K5-I/AAAAAAAABns/f26ZDr3vL1k/s1600-h/train+3+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387717401549400034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEbm2K5-I/AAAAAAAABns/f26ZDr3vL1k/s320/train+3+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEa9M-sGI/AAAAAAAABnk/Fwr9a8oJhbQ/s1600-h/train+1+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387717390370779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEa9M-sGI/AAAAAAAABnk/Fwr9a8oJhbQ/s320/train+1+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEaYtuuEI/AAAAAAAABnc/SgDFCYXIcXs/s1600-h/reid+on+trike+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387717380576032834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEaYtuuEI/AAAAAAAABnc/SgDFCYXIcXs/s320/reid+on+trike+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEC6n7bzI/AAAAAAAABnU/RHxUBOlm9so/s1600-h/reid+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387716977361645362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEC6n7bzI/AAAAAAAABnU/RHxUBOlm9so/s320/reid+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUECfu1nsI/AAAAAAAABnM/eI3i7QQZUno/s1600-h/Reid+boosted....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387716970142867138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUECfu1nsI/AAAAAAAABnM/eI3i7QQZUno/s320/Reid+boosted....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEByNyCdI/AAAAAAAABnE/X4qAFH41d6Q/s1600-h/kids+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387716957924624850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEByNyCdI/AAAAAAAABnE/X4qAFH41d6Q/s320/kids+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC4PbKf3I/AAAAAAAABm8/8zUvJEr_b7I/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715694455062386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC4PbKf3I/AAAAAAAABm8/8zUvJEr_b7I/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC3r82trI/AAAAAAAABm0/GrhPhKdZhh4/s1600-h/family+7+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715684932695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC3r82trI/AAAAAAAABm0/GrhPhKdZhh4/s320/family+7+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC29oVvQI/AAAAAAAABms/B3Qi3ITypWE/s1600-h/family+6+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715672498617602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUC29oVvQI/AAAAAAAABms/B3Qi3ITypWE/s320/family+6+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCSaC1ttI/AAAAAAAABmk/fSKWYLo8EUI/s1600-h/family+3+4x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715044470798034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCSaC1ttI/AAAAAAAABmk/fSKWYLo8EUI/s320/family+3+4x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCRgeRu8I/AAAAAAAABmc/59tx9sdy7ao/s1600-h/daddys+shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715029016624066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCRgeRu8I/AAAAAAAABmc/59tx9sdy7ao/s320/daddys+shoulder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCRGegzTI/AAAAAAAABmU/2wMGv9vC7vE/s1600-h/clara+wall....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715022038289714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUCRGegzTI/AAAAAAAABmU/2wMGv9vC7vE/s320/clara+wall....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this t-shirt dress for $10 and I made the apron to sew onto it. I stress so much about the outfits in pictures. I not only want them to look just right, but also I am a tight wad and so I try to do it and spend little to no money. David dies at me. It is the artist in me that wants it to be just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB5Lke4iI/AAAAAAAABmM/Xq4jeUC_pao/s1600-h/claras+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714611088646690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB5Lke4iI/AAAAAAAABmM/Xq4jeUC_pao/s320/claras+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara always does this dance when a song she likes comes on. She points her 2 fingers up in the sky and sways side to side to the music. It is a pretty fun dance:) I usually join in with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB4nC9ZXI/AAAAAAAABmE/uOCLIWl3BUQ/s1600-h/clara+urban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714601284363634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB4nC9ZXI/AAAAAAAABmE/uOCLIWl3BUQ/s320/clara+urban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB4NyfirI/AAAAAAAABl8/Er7YhOLzV6g/s1600-h/clara+trike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714594504411826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUB4NyfirI/AAAAAAAABl8/Er7YhOLzV6g/s320/clara+trike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBf0y4V4I/AAAAAAAABl0/47_Yhr--EOM/s1600-h/clara+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714175478290306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBf0y4V4I/AAAAAAAABl0/47_Yhr--EOM/s320/clara+close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBfdS7kFI/AAAAAAAABls/Q0NPUZfjmd0/s1600-h/clara+bw+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714169170268242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBfdS7kFI/AAAAAAAABls/Q0NPUZfjmd0/s320/clara+bw+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBe6NH3SI/AAAAAAAABlk/ZlSiROypemE/s1600-h/Clara+and+nabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387714159750667554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBe6NH3SI/AAAAAAAABlk/ZlSiROypemE/s320/Clara+and+nabby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBM2lTPJI/AAAAAAAABlc/zUTtUirwVtM/s1600-h/checkin+wife+urbansat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387713849540689042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBM2lTPJI/AAAAAAAABlc/zUTtUirwVtM/s320/checkin+wife+urbansat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBMHFzDDI/AAAAAAAABlU/1HjaaoxM7H8/s1600-h/Alvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387713836792089650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBMHFzDDI/AAAAAAAABlU/1HjaaoxM7H8/s320/Alvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBBPGNjrI/AAAAAAAABlM/Gd2mjH_hfnk/s1600-h/alvin+on+tracks+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387713649962749618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUBBPGNjrI/AAAAAAAABlM/Gd2mjH_hfnk/s320/alvin+on+tracks+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6322017084475364764?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6322017084475364764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6322017084475364764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6322017084475364764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6322017084475364764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SsUEqfizmwI/AAAAAAAABn0/wG7-SQH2MCI/s72-c/train+6+8x10+with+edges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7354697387672039897</id><published>2009-08-13T20:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:01:40.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Alvin:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Alvin was crying and wouldn't stop(surprise, surprise), and Clara was getting annoyed. But instead of just telling him to stop, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whips&lt;/span&gt; out a piece of paper and folds it in half and then opens it and says as if she is reading..."Dear Alvin: Please stop crying, if you don't I will be very&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mad." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did she think? Maybe I should try that technique from now on. She has been saying the funniest things lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7354697387672039897?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7354697387672039897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7354697387672039897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7354697387672039897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7354697387672039897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-alvin.html' title='Dear Alvin:'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4537787445862817648</id><published>2009-08-09T08:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:16:42.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo River Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jj-5jBjI/AAAAAAAABlE/mZSdm2gthUA/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367978013191505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jj-5jBjI/AAAAAAAABlE/mZSdm2gthUA/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and I ran the Provo River Half Marathon this weekend.  It has become our little tradition.  It was a very cold morning this year.  So waiting for the race to start was very uncomfortable, but sitting a talking to my dad is something I will always cherish(freezing or not).  I don't always get to spend time with my dad alone so this is such a fun thing we do each year.  My dad had a funny thing happen during his run... My dad has allergies that make him have to clear his throat a lot and when he runs it is even worse and so while he runs he has to clear his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt; and spit a lot.  Well, one of the times he had to spit a girl was coming to pass him and my dad turned to spit and he spit right in the girl's face.  YUCK! Can you imagine? He said he was so sorry.  He said as she passed she was really wiping her face off with her hands.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jjfdDauI/AAAAAAAABk8/uGdfMZbiew8/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367978004750494434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jjfdDauI/AAAAAAAABk8/uGdfMZbiew8/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken basically right when I stopped running.  Alvin had to be held by mommy as soon as he saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jZZeJRfI/AAAAAAAABk0/W5nWsFRExOM/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367977831345767922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jZZeJRfI/AAAAAAAABk0/W5nWsFRExOM/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We could not get the kids to do normal faces, but at least they are looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jYTMz7oI/AAAAAAAABkk/2S9IO9H9yy4/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367977812482584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jYTMz7oI/AAAAAAAABkk/2S9IO9H9yy4/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that day we went to the Children's Discovery Park in Pleasant Grove.   It is such a fun park.  My kids love it.  It has tons of little castle like forts with slides and just a lot of really different park things.  It is all out of wood except the slides.  It is really big so the kids can play forever.  Alvin was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jYJoYYsI/AAAAAAAABkc/_-orgxr4GN8/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367977809913864898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jYJoYYsI/AAAAAAAABkc/_-orgxr4GN8/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beehives&lt;/span&gt; with little chairs inside.  This is the queen bee's hive.  Alvin loved the little chair inside.  It is just his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jXiMjnfI/AAAAAAAABkU/7hiN_bVe2Do/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367977799328177650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jXiMjnfI/AAAAAAAABkU/7hiN_bVe2Do/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The queen bee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-4537787445862817648?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4537787445862817648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4537787445862817648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4537787445862817648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4537787445862817648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/08/provo-river-half-marathon.html' title='Provo River Half Marathon'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7jj-5jBjI/AAAAAAAABlE/mZSdm2gthUA/s72-c/DSC00369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7312713209445064001</id><published>2009-08-09T08:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:21:45.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7YiW2uQtI/AAAAAAAABkE/y6iyah0COPw/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367965890634466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7YiW2uQtI/AAAAAAAABkE/y6iyah0COPw/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many days our couch ends up looking like this. Our couch is played with more than any other toy. Our kids love to make all kinds of different forts with the couch. It is great entertainment for them, but I hate how there is no where to sit all day. As long as they are having fun it is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some funny things that my kids have been saying are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day my friend Amy was changing her baby's diaper and just as she took off his diaper Clara gasped and said "Oh what a beautiful bum!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day when I was trying to get Reid to not wear his soccer jersey for the 3rd day in a row he said, "Just ignore that I am wearing it Mommy, that's what I do when you are wearing something that I don't like, I just try to think about something else and then it doesn't bother me." (I never knew he was so aware of what I wore or that he hated it.) I asked him what he doesn't like that I wear and he mentioned these black balloony pants that look somewhat like knickers. They are cute, but David hates them too so maybe they aren't so cute:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7312713209445064001?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7312713209445064001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7312713209445064001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7312713209445064001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7312713209445064001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/08/couch-fort.html' title='Couch Fort'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7YiW2uQtI/AAAAAAAABkE/y6iyah0COPw/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7105319620046699540</id><published>2009-08-09T07:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:52:44.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7WEb-JGaI/AAAAAAAABj8/8APiAXSI8mE/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963177588431266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7WEb-JGaI/AAAAAAAABj8/8APiAXSI8mE/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a lot of fun this summer. Here are a some pictures through the summer of the fun things we have done. Here we are at the children's discovery gardens at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V8t9H3DI/AAAAAAAABj0/UvOFapa7yuM/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963044977040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V8t9H3DI/AAAAAAAABj0/UvOFapa7yuM/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One evening in July I went out with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; friends. Another night I went out with my beauty school friends, but forgot to get a picture. It is so much fun to get together with good girl friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V8Kb8uoI/AAAAAAAABjs/nJggkYjQTqk/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963035442657922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V8Kb8uoI/AAAAAAAABjs/nJggkYjQTqk/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Alvin getting in the car to go somewhere. It seemed like we were always in our mini van going somewhere. It is like our home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V77oAFvI/AAAAAAAABjk/wpy8X7tgtDs/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963031466678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V77oAFvI/AAAAAAAABjk/wpy8X7tgtDs/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; days ended like this with kids falling asleep in the mini van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V7ZdqUsI/AAAAAAAABjc/JtuVpgkxJKo/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963022296502978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V7ZdqUsI/AAAAAAAABjc/JtuVpgkxJKo/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night we stayed in a hotel in sandy just for fun and that evening we went to the Mayan. Our kids love it there, and the food is better now that they changed it. Our kids love staying in hotels and swimming in the pool and eating the breakfast in the morning. That was a fun night and morning. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367975912918171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7hpuxXQVI/AAAAAAAABkM/INwkDCtmnsA/s320/DSC00360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We've been going to Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinton's&lt;/span&gt; house to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt; and take baths.  My kids love to take a bath at Grandma's house because she has a big tub and it is especially fun when cousin Chloe is there.  Reid is showing a little too much so i tried to cover his little bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V61xTbSI/AAAAAAAABjU/h23bkNJ23qU/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367963012715212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7V61xTbSI/AAAAAAAABjU/h23bkNJ23qU/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin eating a fudge bar, and sitting on the table. That is where he usually ends up eating his meals. We start him on a chair, but he always crawls on top of the table. What a stinker. It is very hard to keep him in his chair anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7105319620046699540?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7105319620046699540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7105319620046699540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7105319620046699540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7105319620046699540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-activities.html' title='Summer Activities'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sn7WEb-JGaI/AAAAAAAABj8/8APiAXSI8mE/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4055817996606140871</id><published>2009-07-19T19:47:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:44:26.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362452348774994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVP_-XKlI/AAAAAAAABjE/uSRMFjBiaOI/s320/DSC04309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My in-laws came in town this year for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend. We had a fun time doing lots of fun activities and eating at lots of yummy restaurants. My mother-in-law got this picture of Alvin. I have no idea how or why he was doing this. Silly Alvin. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVoRuK9-I/AAAAAAAABjM/lKROcg_RSYA/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362869429565410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVoRuK9-I/AAAAAAAABjM/lKROcg_RSYA/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day while they were here we went to the Hollywood Connection. The kids loved it, but I wouldn't go again. One of those things that is fun, but not amazing. Alvin loved the dance, dance revolution game. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVPLK2ykI/AAAAAAAABi8/nIBmSf51Sz8/s1600-h/DSC04166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362438174100034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVPLK2ykI/AAAAAAAABi8/nIBmSf51Sz8/s320/DSC04166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin also loved daddy's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVO58hCBI/AAAAAAAABi0/znlOaNvkgpY/s1600-h/DSC04159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362433550551058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVO58hCBI/AAAAAAAABi0/znlOaNvkgpY/s320/DSC04159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin also loved the hammer game. Do I have any other kids? or just Alvin? He is just easier to take pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVOb6Y76I/AAAAAAAABis/YYEvXpq7Oi4/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362425488568226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVOb6Y76I/AAAAAAAABis/YYEvXpq7Oi4/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my other kids. We are on a hot air balloon ride. I went on all the rides with the kids and they all were the kind that make you a little sick. Fun for me:) There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, bumper cars, carousel, hot air balloon ride, and a bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPU1tRvCsI/AAAAAAAABik/iUc0yk_DLj4/s1600-h/DSC04082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362000653159106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPU1tRvCsI/AAAAAAAABik/iUc0yk_DLj4/s320/DSC04082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Clara after their bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPkl4QwfI/AAAAAAAABiM/8l30no2xBYc/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356209051353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPkl4QwfI/AAAAAAAABiM/8l30no2xBYc/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of July is one of my favorite times of the year in Provo, UT. Every year they do a hot air balloon fest for 3 days in a row, and most days they fly right over our house and even land in the park across the street. We make sure to go one day and watch them take off. Here they are taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPkN0OAGI/AAAAAAAABiE/AWVGWzMFOnQ/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356202591944802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPkN0OAGI/AAAAAAAABiE/AWVGWzMFOnQ/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tony the Tiger balloon was a new one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPjtaN18I/AAAAAAAABh8/GgLU0jMVbZc/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356193892947906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPjtaN18I/AAAAAAAABh8/GgLU0jMVbZc/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPOkQF9XI/AAAAAAAABh0/qYnjZqoBLO8/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355830657316210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPOkQF9XI/AAAAAAAABh0/qYnjZqoBLO8/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Alvin was the whole morning looking up at the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPOXxFNFI/AAAAAAAABhs/pINWVhs0JHY/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355827306017874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPOXxFNFI/AAAAAAAABhs/pINWVhs0JHY/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the balloons that landed in the park across the street. My kids were so excited that the pig balloon landed in our park this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPN1euvPI/AAAAAAAABhk/VTIDbj1yMvY/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355818102242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPN1euvPI/AAAAAAAABhk/VTIDbj1yMvY/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because the pig balloon takes so long to put away they gave free rides to kids in the other Bank of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; Fork balloon. Reid got to ride in it, but Clara was too scared. The fire really scared her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPNvs5uyI/AAAAAAAABhc/xhlvQUc492A/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355816551070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPNvs5uyI/AAAAAAAABhc/xhlvQUc492A/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPNIJ60hI/AAAAAAAABhU/A-T9l82n_JI/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360355805935358482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPPNIJ60hI/AAAAAAAABhU/A-T9l82n_JI/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see his little head peeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360358817040767186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPR8ZZZGNI/AAAAAAAABiU/8RbU4MkOEeU/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can see the sun coming up and the hot air balloon in the background. Such a fun morning.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPOc049pyI/AAAAAAAABhE/5tIe05hrHVk/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354976130246434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPOc049pyI/AAAAAAAABhE/5tIe05hrHVk/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute kiddies watching the balloons in their pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPObZxzblI/AAAAAAAABgs/krVb_c4RCsQ/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354951672589906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPObZxzblI/AAAAAAAABgs/krVb_c4RCsQ/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfect flag backdrop by our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354390601986642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN6voJclI/AAAAAAAABgk/zxr47ws8yrI/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360361989484255842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPU1Dq3GmI/AAAAAAAABic/OEuSUjOCahM/s320/DSC04224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN6IocLjI/AAAAAAAABgc/kztf0Aszc3k/s1600-h/DSC04255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354380134231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN6IocLjI/AAAAAAAABgc/kztf0Aszc3k/s320/DSC04255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to bridal veil falls on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My kids could play there all day. It was pretty crowded that day, buy usually not too many people are there. It is such a beautiful atmosphere. My in-laws were in town and went with us and were in love with the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN3-7NXeI/AAAAAAAABgM/f6PKrB43K9Y/s1600-h/DSC04245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354343168859618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN3-7NXeI/AAAAAAAABgM/f6PKrB43K9Y/s320/DSC04245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN2yYQsGI/AAAAAAAABgE/GdOOKdXC7Q8/s1600-h/DSC04264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360354322621182050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPN2yYQsGI/AAAAAAAABgE/GdOOKdXC7Q8/s320/DSC04264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-4055817996606140871?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4055817996606140871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4055817996606140871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4055817996606140871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4055817996606140871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='The 4th of July weekend'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPVP_-XKlI/AAAAAAAABjE/uSRMFjBiaOI/s72-c/DSC04309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8574604917623278425</id><published>2009-07-19T19:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:47:37.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIryuyqMI/AAAAAAAABfc/Y1iFWhV5prE/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348636178983106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIryuyqMI/AAAAAAAABfc/Y1iFWhV5prE/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been having a lot of fun this summer doing different activities each day. In the beginning of June we did swimming lessons. I had to entertain Alvin the whole time so I didn't get very many pictures and none of Reid:( He was usually off in the deep end and under water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIqgrXT_I/AAAAAAAABfM/C1KOUI0Jovo/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348614152900594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIqgrXT_I/AAAAAAAABfM/C1KOUI0Jovo/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Utah county has a lot of carnivals on weekends. We went to the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; for the summer fest and this one was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt; parking lot behind our house. This is Clara and her friend Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIqVEHdUI/AAAAAAAABfE/WDWanKyMgc0/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348611035493698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIqVEHdUI/AAAAAAAABfE/WDWanKyMgc0/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and his friend Coleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIp08-0xI/AAAAAAAABe8/qi-pAj5Ztok/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348602415633170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIp08-0xI/AAAAAAAABe8/qi-pAj5Ztok/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Provo Airport had an event where there were a bunch of jets, helicopters, and planes on display. Reid was in heaven. He loves all forms of transportation especially fast ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIWbPFkqI/AAAAAAAABe0/zUu70hUoCmA/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348269094736546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIWbPFkqI/AAAAAAAABe0/zUu70hUoCmA/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIWBnq6JI/AAAAAAAABes/_muEFXGUx0s/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348262218524818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIWBnq6JI/AAAAAAAABes/_muEFXGUx0s/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The airport fire truck drove by and sprayed all the kids. Reid said it hit some of the kids in the stomach so hard they were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIVol0xZI/AAAAAAAABek/dXYOUWLf-9s/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348255499896210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIVol0xZI/AAAAAAAABek/dXYOUWLf-9s/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See little Reid in the middle in the black shirt? He loves water. Clara does too, but she was a little hesitant to jump right in the crowd getting sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351534048313474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPLUeIrgII/AAAAAAAABf8/j1-u8upelZE/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also went to the farm at Thanksgiving Point.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351527616070562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPLUGLHQ6I/AAAAAAAABf0/cmsRR0M-Kus/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351519846243922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPLTpOpHlI/AAAAAAAABfs/E56zonbYNi4/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360351516657793378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPLTdWdOWI/AAAAAAAABfk/BxkzS2MCYt8/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIVZz2JcI/AAAAAAAABec/BnuctEFOTZ0/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360348251532174786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIVZz2JcI/AAAAAAAABec/BnuctEFOTZ0/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at thanksgiving point in front of the farm. It is for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cornbellys&lt;/span&gt;" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; so it was deflated, but the kids had so much fun running back and forth on it and making "waves".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8574604917623278425?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8574604917623278425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8574604917623278425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8574604917623278425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8574604917623278425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SmPIryuyqMI/AAAAAAAABfc/Y1iFWhV5prE/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3917055919596515944</id><published>2009-06-30T12:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:38:55.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Lose Weight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199568865595058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SkpipToCDrI/AAAAAAAABd8/80FnldIVTXE/s320/katrina+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Katrina's before and after)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of you know that my brother owns a company called Total Health and Fitness. If you don't know what it is, it is a weight loss program that costs over $700 dollars to do, and has proven to be very successful for many people for loosing weight. If you need to loose a lot of weight or just a little it is the easiest way to do it. If you have ever wanted to do it and didn't want to pay that much money, well now is your chance. My sister-in-law Katrina(my brother's wife) has now made the same program available for a lot cheaper price $120($100 if you prepay). Go to her website to find out how. It is such an amazing program. David, my mom, and my dad have all lost a lot of weight on it in the past. here is the website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4weekslimdown.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.4weekslimdown.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3917055919596515944?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3917055919596515944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3917055919596515944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3917055919596515944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3917055919596515944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/want-to-loose-weight.html' title='Want to Lose Weight?'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SkpipToCDrI/AAAAAAAABd8/80FnldIVTXE/s72-c/katrina+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1726303775622558147</id><published>2009-06-12T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:42:13.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara turned 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKV0MfQ2RI/AAAAAAAABdk/9jl7uvtCoTY/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346500431580289298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKV0MfQ2RI/AAAAAAAABdk/9jl7uvtCoTY/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt; turned four June 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  She is such a wonderful little girl.  I have so much fun watching her little personality develop.  She is tough, funny, happy, emotional, sensitive, affectionate, creative, and crazy.  She cares so much about her brothers, but at the same time she likes to tease them.   She loves to cuddle with anyone her will let her.  She likes to make and create and she likes to laugh.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has a mind of her own.  We love her so much.  Here she is on her new bike that she got from her grandma and grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt;.  When she saw that they got it for her she said "Mommy, Grandma Candace and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jido&lt;/span&gt; love me so much to get me this bike." &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/9008011707746795906-1726303775622558147?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1726303775622558147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1726303775622558147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1726303775622558147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1726303775622558147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/clara-turned-4.html' title='Clara turned 4'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKV0MfQ2RI/AAAAAAAABdk/9jl7uvtCoTY/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3783156382240956300</id><published>2009-06-12T11:29:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:28:25.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara's Tinkerbell Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Clara turned 4 on Monday. We also had a party for her that day with her friends. Clara loves fairies and butterflies so she wanted a tinkerbell party. I had a lot of fun creating this party for Clara, but when the day finally came it is pretty stressful trying to pull it all off with 11 four year olds and 6 year olds. Here is what we did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTFV1mgWI/AAAAAAAABdM/21GL5LCcvzg/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497427612795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTFV1mgWI/AAAAAAAABdM/21GL5LCcvzg/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a view of the decorated room that the kids first came into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTFCeymlI/AAAAAAAABdE/Vq3d7nZwSas/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497422416845394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTFCeymlI/AAAAAAAABdE/Vq3d7nZwSas/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun banner of pictures of Clara. I stole this idea off of my friend Amy's blog.  She did one for her one year old and had 12 pictures of her son(one for each month of his life, showing his growth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTE16rm2I/AAAAAAAABc8/kjzHvE6oqWk/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497419044166498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTE16rm2I/AAAAAAAABc8/kjzHvE6oqWk/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the best part of the party. The pixie dust tree mural. I mentioned to my aunt that I was thinking about doing a mural for Clara's party and she jumped all over the idea and offered to do it (which I was very pleased because she is an artist and I am not). It really ended up being my uncle that did it with a few touches from my aunt. I can't thank them enough for their help and enthusiasm. They better be prepared for my next child's birthday party:). Can you believe this thing? My aunt kept telling my uncle while he was perfecting it "now you know that this is for a bunch of 4 year olds don't you?" I couldn't stop looking at it. It was so much fun to have. Thank you Gary and Carolyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346624684247872882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjMG0pvt9XI/AAAAAAAABds/LP2euFDlDQk/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reid and Clara in front of it so you can see how big it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSt5PJMKI/AAAAAAAABcs/NIeAIMuQx9c/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497024798306466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSt5PJMKI/AAAAAAAABcs/NIeAIMuQx9c/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tinkerbell cake I made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSt50Fb9I/AAAAAAAABck/5aefKptUK2c/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497024953249746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSt50Fb9I/AAAAAAAABck/5aefKptUK2c/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each kid as they came in got a Tinkerbell or a pirate sword applique shirt that I made.  I wanted a party favor that they wouldn't throw away when they got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497624397342978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTQy6saQI/AAAAAAAABdU/iD9-8OLBsas/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There were 3 stations that the kids could go to as they came in.  One of them was decorating butterfly sugar cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKStTlF3wI/AAAAAAAABcc/IGYD_NfizOw/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497014689816322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKStTlF3wI/AAAAAAAABcc/IGYD_NfizOw/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of the kids creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKStMsf3iI/AAAAAAAABcU/xLdsMQly-Os/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497012841831970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKStMsf3iI/AAAAAAAABcU/xLdsMQly-Os/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara and Aiden decorating their cookies.  My mom ran this station.  My mom helped me so much as well with this party.  My mom is a professional garage sale goer.   So she kept finding things we could use for the party at the garage sales.  See the stars and the ceramic pot holding the balloons....it's a garage sale special.  We all got into this party so much.  Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSs5nT9CI/AAAAAAAABcM/nLrZYybNjnw/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497007719805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSs5nT9CI/AAAAAAAABcM/nLrZYybNjnw/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another station was painting ladybug rocks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSWC0icjI/AAAAAAAABcE/1FBTHosRYbk/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496615054209586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSWC0icjI/AAAAAAAABcE/1FBTHosRYbk/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSWD-31DI/AAAAAAAABb8/twNR_uFC9gU/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496615365989426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSWD-31DI/AAAAAAAABb8/twNR_uFC9gU/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My aunt Carolyn ran this station.  My aunt is the perfect aunt.  Anything goes with her.  Everything you do with her is fun and crazy.  With her you are always creating, I owe a lot of my creativity to her.  It was perfect to have her at the painting station.  She is an artist and she appreciated so much all of the kids' ladybug creations.  It was so helpful to have her there.  You need so many adults at these parties to pull it off.  The only thing I was lacking was a photographer, because I was running a station, holding Alvin, and taking pictures.  (David tries to help with Alvin, but Alvin has a heart attack if he sees me and I am not holding him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSV1tgzoI/AAAAAAAABb0/csss3gAkxpE/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496611535081090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSV1tgzoI/AAAAAAAABb0/csss3gAkxpE/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last station was decorating pixie wands and swords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSVtX8SOI/AAAAAAAABbs/cRB0cRnMwI0/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496609297123554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSVtX8SOI/AAAAAAAABbs/cRB0cRnMwI0/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys making swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSVQfy-VI/AAAAAAAABbk/av1md1Dxv2A/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346496601545439570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKSVQfy-VI/AAAAAAAABbk/av1md1Dxv2A/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Girls making wands. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346499587625791730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKVDEg1MPI/AAAAAAAABdc/gWwzhb96wZ8/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After all the kids went to each station, we had a treasure hunt.  The first clue they had to dig through the sand box to find.  During the treasure hunt I was reading the clues and holding Alvin so I didn't take the pictures that I wanted to, so this picture was taken after the party.   I made Reid and Clara reenact finding the clue:).  The real picture would have had billions of kids all on top of each other trying to find the clue first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqhDs5QI/AAAAAAAABbc/EV98TowNhTY/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495867256628482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqhDs5QI/AAAAAAAABbc/EV98TowNhTY/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next clue was earned after they all threw water balloons(dew drops) through the "spider webs".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqc7yXnI/AAAAAAAABbU/f0gu5xbMWIg/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495866149690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqc7yXnI/AAAAAAAABbU/f0gu5xbMWIg/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next clue was earned as well after each child watered the garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqKsuwlI/AAAAAAAABbM/hJkrBR5fmxA/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495861254701650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRqKsuwlI/AAAAAAAABbM/hJkrBR5fmxA/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally they found the treasure chest filled with pixie dust(pixie sticks) and pirate coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRp6VScdI/AAAAAAAABbE/6cNRfA-35Ew/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495856861409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRp6VScdI/AAAAAAAABbE/6cNRfA-35Ew/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRpun4hPI/AAAAAAAABa8/DejTvzg78D8/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495853718177010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKRpun4hPI/AAAAAAAABa8/DejTvzg78D8/s320/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad at myself because in all the craziness I forgot to get a picture of all the kids together in their shirts in front of the mural, so I got a picture of the last lingering children. What a fun day we had.  Clara was in heaven.  During the opening of presents Clara was saying things like "I always wanted one of these!!!"  "This is exactly what I wanted!!!"  And "Aiden, where's my present?"  She was loving all the attention.  It was so much fun to watch her enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3783156382240956300?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3783156382240956300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3783156382240956300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3783156382240956300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3783156382240956300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/claras-tinkerbell-birthday-party.html' title='Clara&apos;s Tinkerbell Birthday Party'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKTFV1mgWI/AAAAAAAABdM/21GL5LCcvzg/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8540117680122858530</id><published>2009-06-12T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:54:14.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogle Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKQKjD9yeI/AAAAAAAABaM/ASlA9FDLTXY/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494218527164898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKQKjD9yeI/AAAAAAAABaM/ASlA9FDLTXY/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hogle&lt;/span&gt; Zoo on one of the rainy days last week, which turned out to be perfect, because it didn't rain while we were there, and it was the perfect temperature.  This is Reid and Clara catching bugs in the wind tunnel game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKQEAzP8BI/AAAAAAAABaE/RNvVQ02KhE0/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494106251030546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKQEAzP8BI/AAAAAAAABaE/RNvVQ02KhE0/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the bird show to start.  Which during, I was called as a volunteer to hold a $5 bill in my hand while a big huge bird flew to land on my arm and take the bill and them fly back to the trainer.  Kinda fun.  My arm was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scratched&lt;/span&gt; up though from its nails grabbing my arm.  Clara answered a question as well during the show and got a free ride on the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8540117680122858530?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8540117680122858530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8540117680122858530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8540117680122858530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8540117680122858530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/hogle-zoo.html' title='Hogle Zoo'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKQKjD9yeI/AAAAAAAABaM/ASlA9FDLTXY/s72-c/DSC00186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3337788977539676999</id><published>2009-06-12T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:47:10.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reid's last week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPerYdKHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NyAhx4VZv20/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493464846346354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPerYdKHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NyAhx4VZv20/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid enjoying his popsicle after playing outside during water day on his last day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPedqEvjI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QHrp2rBo6i0/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493461162147378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPedqEvjI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QHrp2rBo6i0/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken while waiting to watch Reid's kindergarten program and graduation.  Which I shouldn't have taken, because by the time it started my camera ran out of batteries:(.  Luckily my neighbor got some pictures of him which I will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPeBnMX1I/AAAAAAAABZs/xSalcP19R0k/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346493453633871698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPeBnMX1I/AAAAAAAABZs/xSalcP19R0k/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvin crawling in front of the slide show.  It is hard to keep him sitting for any period of time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3337788977539676999?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3337788977539676999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3337788977539676999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3337788977539676999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3337788977539676999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/reids-last-week-of-school.html' title='Reid&apos;s last week of school'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKPerYdKHI/AAAAAAAABZ8/NyAhx4VZv20/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2414853720952083567</id><published>2009-06-12T10:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:23:49.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging with the Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKIJFEhaaI/AAAAAAAABZk/2a7T1oOGCL8/s1600-h/IMG00008-20090519-0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346485397203544482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKIJFEhaaI/AAAAAAAABZk/2a7T1oOGCL8/s320/IMG00008-20090519-0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my kids out on a run with me. I run about 20 minutes to a park where they play for a while and then I jog back home. Reid has been doing it on his bike lately so that I can take all 3 kids. He loves it because the trail I go on has tons of hills, tunnels, and bridges. We live close to the provo river so it is a very pretty run as well. Here are some videos I took with my phone(so they aren't great quality). It is kind of fun to see Reid riding behind me on his tiny bike. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d68f7d067e4f88c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2414853720952083567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2414853720952083567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2414853720952083567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2414853720952083567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/06/jogging-with-children.html' title='Jogging with the Children'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SjKIJFEhaaI/AAAAAAAABZk/2a7T1oOGCL8/s72-c/IMG00008-20090519-0847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1245973969027065390</id><published>2009-05-27T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:54:44.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2LNJV2I8I/AAAAAAAABZc/cD5_XWYn9ok/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577791093384130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2LNJV2I8I/AAAAAAAABZc/cD5_XWYn9ok/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent the weekend at my parents house.  Reid pulled the girls in the wagon at my parents' house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2LMoixmFI/AAAAAAAABZU/CviMI61iU9o/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577782289242194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2LMoixmFI/AAAAAAAABZU/CviMI61iU9o/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K8L4ITKI/AAAAAAAABZM/APvnCn30aN8/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577499716275362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K8L4ITKI/AAAAAAAABZM/APvnCn30aN8/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin at the park.  He wasn't so sure about the wood chips&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K761ndQI/AAAAAAAABZE/1dPX94kK5p8/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577495142331650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K761ndQI/AAAAAAAABZE/1dPX94kK5p8/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K7vol99I/AAAAAAAABY8/1t2JejjxPMY/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577492134918098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2K7vol99I/AAAAAAAABY8/1t2JejjxPMY/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad pushed the kids on this swing so hard and fast.  After a while they were getting pretty scared.  Other parents were pushing their kids on it so nice a slow, and then my dad gets my kids on it and pushes them like they were big teenager kids.  It was funny.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-1245973969027065390?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/1245973969027065390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=1245973969027065390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1245973969027065390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/1245973969027065390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2LNJV2I8I/AAAAAAAABZc/cD5_XWYn9ok/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-411150184832166940</id><published>2009-05-27T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:46:44.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IO2qWoNI/AAAAAAAABYs/LovWnkjpmck/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574521903980754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IO2qWoNI/AAAAAAAABYs/LovWnkjpmck/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend we visited my Grandma Johnson's, my Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinton's&lt;/span&gt;,  my aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Genevieve's&lt;/span&gt;, and my cousin Genevieve's graves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IOVTryvI/AAAAAAAABYk/DTocIvH5SYI/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574512950528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IOVTryvI/AAAAAAAABYk/DTocIvH5SYI/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid and Clara standing over Genevieve Brinton's grave.  She died in a house fire when she was less than 2 years old.  I can't imagine how my grandma and grandpa ever made it through that tramatic time.  They say they were loved a supported by many friends, family, and ward members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IN75JyRI/AAAAAAAABYc/zipR0ET1U9I/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574506128361746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IN75JyRI/AAAAAAAABYc/zipR0ET1U9I/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and Alvin looking for my dad's parents' graves.  It took us a while to find them.  It is hard to remember where they are when you only go once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2INvT4VRI/AAAAAAAABYU/sHV0SzOlOcM/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574502750803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2INvT4VRI/AAAAAAAABYU/sHV0SzOlOcM/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2INK4yAmI/AAAAAAAABYM/LlodJKUdH7Y/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340574492973466210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2INK4yAmI/AAAAAAAABYM/LlodJKUdH7Y/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We cleaned the grave too.  I mean Chauncy and my dad cleaned the graves:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-411150184832166940?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/411150184832166940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=411150184832166940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/411150184832166940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/411150184832166940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2IO2qWoNI/AAAAAAAABYs/LovWnkjpmck/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6748902968132938924</id><published>2009-05-27T12:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:02:55.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Applique Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2GFrYGIyI/AAAAAAAABYE/kdeWJyjKvr0/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340572165232534306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2GFrYGIyI/AAAAAAAABYE/kdeWJyjKvr0/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Amy and I teamed up and made these applique shirts. We had been talking about it for so long, but we never found the time to get together, go pick out the fabric, pick and cut out a design, and sew them on. So this is how we did it. Amy is an artist and I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seamstress&lt;/span&gt; and so she picked out the fabric and drew all the designs and then made two of every design and then gave me the designs and hers ironed on to her shirts and I sewed them all on. I feel like I had the easy job. We make a pretty good team though. We had an english class together in college and we asked the teacher if we could write our paper together and to our surprise he said yes. We also use to make fun highschool color outfits that we would wear to the games.(orange and blue, yes we were hot!!!) We made a pretty good team then and we still do now. She and I are so much alike it is like having two of myself when we do something together. Anyway here are a few of the shirts I made for my kids, Amy made me a lot more that I can use in the future, but my kids didn't need that many shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2GFHneCCI/AAAAAAAABX8/HIRuKj0lIZY/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340572155633338402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2GFHneCCI/AAAAAAAABX8/HIRuKj0lIZY/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6748902968132938924?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6748902968132938924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6748902968132938924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6748902968132938924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6748902968132938924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/applique-shirts.html' title='Applique Shirts'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2GFrYGIyI/AAAAAAAABYE/kdeWJyjKvr0/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-6844425694194556036</id><published>2009-05-27T12:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:26:11.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EvCj5afI/AAAAAAAABX0/EMFrVZiaCAE/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570676807428594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EvCj5afI/AAAAAAAABX0/EMFrVZiaCAE/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara finally wanted me to make her a ruffle shirt and she wore it.(only to church and then she wanted it off as soon as we got home, but I'll take it)  I think since she sees me making them for other people she felt like she was missing out.  Here we are in matching shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EuyvLL9I/AAAAAAAABXs/Dfl8-kqfFXQ/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570672559763410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EuyvLL9I/AAAAAAAABXs/Dfl8-kqfFXQ/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Noodles &amp;amp; Company the other night and ate outside and so I got some cute pictures of the kids playing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EuiNe4II/AAAAAAAABXk/iqM8t3V55ik/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570668123480194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EuiNe4II/AAAAAAAABXk/iqM8t3V55ik/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-6844425694194556036?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/6844425694194556036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=6844425694194556036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6844425694194556036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/6844425694194556036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-random-pictures.html' title='Just random pictures'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh2EvCj5afI/AAAAAAAABX0/EMFrVZiaCAE/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4335765343060814220</id><published>2009-05-27T11:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:05:06.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck E Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QmT8KcI/AAAAAAAABXc/AeGHy9yJIuk/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563556758464962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QmT8KcI/AAAAAAAABXc/AeGHy9yJIuk/s320/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Chuck E Cheese last week. The kids were in heaven. Especially Alvin. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was so much to look at. He loved getting on all the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QU9y8YI/AAAAAAAABXU/D0HJ2JoFDQQ/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563552102183298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QU9y8YI/AAAAAAAABXU/D0HJ2JoFDQQ/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin and his friend Mason. Mason is the youngest of a family who has kids all my kids' exact ages and genders. They are all best friends. As you can tell Alvin is loving Mason already:). It has been great to have them so close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QAHwkrI/AAAAAAAABXM/hDHqcWeGHAk/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563546506826418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QAHwkrI/AAAAAAAABXM/hDHqcWeGHAk/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9008011707746795906-4335765343060814220?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4335765343060814220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4335765343060814220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4335765343060814220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4335765343060814220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/chuck-e-cheese.html' title='Chuck E Cheese'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Sh1-QmT8KcI/AAAAAAAABXc/AeGHy9yJIuk/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7321889270931553343</id><published>2009-05-25T22:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:21:57.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham and Swiss Sliders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Shts4nuNH1I/AAAAAAAABXE/QbNTH2bCAsQ/s1600-h/ham+and+swiss+sliders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339981503169109842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Shts4nuNH1I/AAAAAAAABXE/QbNTH2bCAsQ/s320/ham+and+swiss+sliders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I got this recipe from my friend Katie.  My mom and I made them on Sunday and they were so yummy.  I could have eaten 5 of them myself.  Anyway here is the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ham &amp;amp; Swiss sliders&lt;br /&gt;24 good white rolls, if you are in utah we like shirley's or judy's&lt;br /&gt;24 pieces good honey ham&lt;br /&gt;24 small slices swiss cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/3 cup mayo&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup miracle whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{poppy seed sauce}&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 TBSP poppy seeds&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 TBSP yellow mustard&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP dry minced onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. worschestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;in a small bowl, mix together mayo &amp;amp; miracle whip.  spread into both sides of the center of each roll.  place a slice of ham &amp;amp; a slice of swiss inside of each roll.  close rolls &amp;amp; place into a large baking dish or heavy cookie sheet.  place sandwhiches very close together.&lt;br /&gt;in a medium bowl, whisk together all of the poppy seed sauce ingredients.  pour evenly over all of the sandwiches.  Let sit until butter sets if butter was too melted.  cover with foil &amp;amp; bake at 350 for 12-15 minutes or until cheese is melted.  uncover &amp;amp; cook for 2 additional minutes.  serve warm.&lt;br /&gt;** sandwiches can me assembled a day ahead &amp;amp; kept in the fridge ready to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7321889270931553343?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7321889270931553343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7321889270931553343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7321889270931553343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7321889270931553343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ham-and-swiss-sliders.html' title='Ham and Swiss Sliders'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/Shts4nuNH1I/AAAAAAAABXE/QbNTH2bCAsQ/s72-c/ham+and+swiss+sliders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4288999315289286353</id><published>2009-05-17T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:40:07.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things my kids have done or said lately.</title><content type='html'>Reid loves to wear his soccer outfit and puts it on most days when he gets home from school. The other day when he was wearing it my client asked him "Reid, what position do you play in soccer? Do you play goalie?" and Reid replied "No, I play with Coleman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when Clara had the stomach Flu and was up all night throwing up I asked her in the morning "Clara do you need to throw-up?" and Clara said "No, I ran out of throw-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reid said on one of our bike rides this week "It's such a nice day to be outside on a bike." Cute little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara loves to make of names for people and her nicknames for Alvin are "Sally"(don't ask me where she got that one) and "Mister Manny"(again don't ask I have no idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a garage sale yesterday and Reid and his friend Coleman made signs that said STOP and put them on all the trees in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the other day one of the moms of one of Reid's friends from school said her son came home from school with one of our checks (yes a real life check) and it said on it "To John, One Billion dollars, signed Reid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hazar&lt;/span&gt;." She asked him where he got it and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; "Reid said if I let him cut in line in front of me then he would give me one billion dollars and he gave me this check." She told him he couldn't cash the check and he was very upset with Reid for tricking him. Can you believe Reid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-4288999315289286353?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4288999315289286353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4288999315289286353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4288999315289286353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4288999315289286353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-things-my-kids-have-done-or-said.html' title='Funny things my kids have done or said lately.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-4050498911168665599</id><published>2009-05-17T07:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:22:08.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMA0zQvFI/AAAAAAAABW8/Woax0l949aI/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778766747221074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMA0zQvFI/AAAAAAAABW8/Woax0l949aI/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alvin still isn't walking yet, but he is now standing alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMApy_Y-I/AAAAAAAABW0/3RKG2Qgf9II/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778763793294306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMApy_Y-I/AAAAAAAABW0/3RKG2Qgf9II/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; Alvin.  He is still such a grumpy guy.  I am working so hard all the time to try and figure out how to make him happy.  I had to take a picture of this side of him cause this is him most of the time.  It has been hard, because I feel like I am doing something wrong.  As a mom I am always blaming myself.  I guess that is a typical mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMAiRW0KI/AAAAAAAABWs/GeSR_w3esvI/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778761773174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMAiRW0KI/AAAAAAAABWs/GeSR_w3esvI/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanting me to hold him.  The day this was taken he wanted me to hold him all day, but even when I held him he wasn't happy so this picture was taken when I just set him down because I couldn't take it anymore.  Poor Alvin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMAfFp4SI/AAAAAAAABWk/Hld11PvVhW0/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336778760918786338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMAfFp4SI/AAAAAAAABWk/Hld11PvVhW0/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and David always have all of these theorys of why he is this way, but my theory is that he just doesn't sleep enough.  so he is always tired.  I can't get him to take good naps.  He sleeps through the night, but wakes up from his naps shortly after I put him down and I can't get him to fall back to sleep, he will cry for hours.  (Seriously hours I have tried it)  My other kids as babies eventually gave up, but not Alvin.  A lot of my day is spent trying to get Alvin to take a good nap.  Any tips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-4050498911168665599?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/4050498911168665599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=4050498911168665599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4050498911168665599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/4050498911168665599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/alvin.html' title='Alvin'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAMA0zQvFI/AAAAAAAABW8/Woax0l949aI/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2268975816619373666</id><published>2009-05-17T06:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:04:37.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects I have been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAJz0iXDmI/AAAAAAAABWc/9VOQPy4x3do/s1600-h/ruffle+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336776344314777186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAJz0iXDmI/AAAAAAAABWc/9VOQPy4x3do/s320/ruffle+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAI9Rqi29I/AAAAAAAABWU/toYWvOE6D1A/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336775407240928210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAI9Rqi29I/AAAAAAAABWU/toYWvOE6D1A/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAI9PqMhAI/AAAAAAAABWM/2FxIYkiPjJA/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336775406702593026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAI9PqMhAI/AAAAAAAABWM/2FxIYkiPjJA/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these shirts for my niece Chloe and my friend's daughter, but I made Clara model them.  In case you are wondering why I didn't make one for Clara it's because when I asked her if she wanted a pink one like these ones she replied "Yes, but without that stuff on it."  So basically just a pink shirt.  Clara is so particular with her clothes like I have said before.  Anyway, I first made one of these shirts for myself and my friend Amy and then thought how cute they would be on little girls.   I am working on some applique shirts for my kids too, let's hope Clara will wear them.  I will post them when I finish.  &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/9008011707746795906-2268975816619373666?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2268975816619373666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2268975816619373666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2268975816619373666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2268975816619373666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/projects-i-have-been-doing.html' title='Projects I have been doing'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/ShAJz0iXDmI/AAAAAAAABWc/9VOQPy4x3do/s72-c/ruffle+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-8488956753969334337</id><published>2009-05-17T06:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:46:18.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin saying no</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0cdf2bac0773ccd" 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://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0cdf2bac0773ccd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D146BDECD79B3FBCFEAEE424D1D3A65032B4C34D.53828553869940061798470FFC8719C75B5DF6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0cdf2bac0773ccd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgk-ek9mvmb--RWjLz4Nkq1nvdqE&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://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0cdf2bac0773ccd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D146BDECD79B3FBCFEAEE424D1D3A65032B4C34D.53828553869940061798470FFC8719C75B5DF6A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0cdf2bac0773ccd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgk-ek9mvmb--RWjLz4Nkq1nvdqE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead of just shaking his head no, Alvin shakes his whole body to say no.  It is so funny.  We like to see him do it so we often just offer him stuff that we know he doesn't like just to see him do it.   Now you will notice that on this video he actually says the word "no", but that is really the first time he said it, and now has been saying it ever since.  It is so cute, and I am glad I got it on video.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-8488956753969334337?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f0cdf2bac0773ccd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/8488956753969334337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=8488956753969334337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8488956753969334337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/8488956753969334337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/alvin-saying-no.html' title='Alvin saying no'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-7542052840166266357</id><published>2009-05-10T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:02:37.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mothers in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgegN4lQA2I/AAAAAAAABWE/w7rgOJYMicM/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408444031009634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgegN4lQA2I/AAAAAAAABWE/w7rgOJYMicM/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I just wanted my mother-in-law to know how much I appreciate her and all she does for us.  She was the most amazing mother to my husband.  David is constantly telling me how much she did for him and his siblings.  She is so involved in my kids life even though she lives in Arizona.  She is such a caring mother-in-law to me too.  My kids love her and miss her so much.  She wants to know everything about them and is always sending them cards with stickers in them for every little and big holiday.  They love it.  She has always had a love for children's books and her love for them is so contagious.  Because of her we now have a huge collection of books that my kids and I love.  I think my kids will always thank their grandma for their love to read.  She is such a great example to our family.  We love her and thank her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgebRiz_bKI/AAAAAAAABV8/Uer8JysL3DE/s1600-h/easter,+pregnant,+and+Alvin%27s+birth+March+2008+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403009348594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgebRiz_bKI/AAAAAAAABV8/Uer8JysL3DE/s320/easter,+pregnant,+and+Alvin%27s+birth+March+2008+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeapvN784I/AAAAAAAABV0/2HzrXj9KXPk/s1600-h/new_pics_021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402325483877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeapvN784I/AAAAAAAABV0/2HzrXj9KXPk/s320/new_pics_021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day Mom! I wanted my mom to know how much I love her are how much she means to me. My mom is the best person to talk to if you are having a bad day or need help. She always makes me feel like I can handle anything or helps me if I can't. Even with rheumatoid arthritis, she is there to help me as much as she possibly can. She is always up for any outing. Even if she is having a bad day health wise, it is very uncommon for that to stop her from having fun. I remember when I was younger and we had planned to go clothes shopping and she woke up feeling really bad she would take me anyway. It meant a lot to me and I don't know if she knew I noticed that she didn't feel well and took me anyway. I know it was just shopping, but that is a very special thing to me:). She is also the greatest grandma too. When she watches my kids she doesn't just let them play or let them watch a movie. She plays with them the whole time and wants to take them to all kinds of events and activities where I am usually the one saying it seems like too much work to go. This is how she was as my mom growing up. Taking us everywhere, to everything. I feel so lucky to have her as my mom. Thank you mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-7542052840166266357?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/7542052840166266357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=7542052840166266357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7542052840166266357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/7542052840166266357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-in-my-life.html' title='The Mothers in my life.'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgegN4lQA2I/AAAAAAAABWE/w7rgOJYMicM/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2618542802398883700</id><published>2009-05-10T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:11:04.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo Truffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeYHZmi1BI/AAAAAAAABVM/VUgZxm8cXjc/s1600-h/oreo+truffles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334399536542700562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeYHZmi1BI/AAAAAAAABVM/VUgZxm8cXjc/s320/oreo+truffles.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made these for mother's day and they were a dream. Fun and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OREO Truffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes approx. 50 one-inch truffles or 100 half-inch mini-truffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 oz. package of OREO Chocolate Sandwich Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 oz. package of Cream Cheese, softened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*16 oz. Semi-Sweet Baking Chocolate or Chocolate Chips, melted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush the cookies into fine crumbs in a food processor.&lt;br /&gt;Add softened cream cheese; mix until well blended or “until you have mud.”&lt;br /&gt;Roll cookie mixture into balls, about 1-inch in diameter for full size truffles or 1/2 inch diameter for mini-truffles.&lt;br /&gt;Melt the chocolate over a double boiler or in the microwave. Stir until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Roll the balls in chocolate to coat completely; use two toothpicks or forks to remove the balls from the chocolate, allowing the extra chocolate to drip off.&lt;br /&gt;Place on a wax paper-lined baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate 30 minutes until the chocolate forms a hard shell.&lt;br /&gt;Store leftover truffles (if any) in an airtight container in the refrigerator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2618542802398883700?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2618542802398883700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2618542802398883700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2618542802398883700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2618542802398883700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-made-these-for-mothers-day-and-they.html' title='Oreo Truffles'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeYHZmi1BI/AAAAAAAABVM/VUgZxm8cXjc/s72-c/oreo+truffles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-2976841165410774115</id><published>2009-05-10T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:12:40.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeUf_9NAxI/AAAAAAAABVE/q4-pKrIO8yw/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334395561108636434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeUf_9NAxI/AAAAAAAABVE/q4-pKrIO8yw/s320/DSC03065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we had to stop and let the kids see how fast the river was running after all the rain and melting snow.  It was so pretty and the kids loved to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeUft5LoeI/AAAAAAAABU8/D-bmThG45vo/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334395556259930594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeUft5LoeI/AAAAAAAABU8/D-bmThG45vo/s320/DSC03061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids also love to go in the jogging stroller on this jogging trail.  I took them on it yesterday and the river was still running very fast.  Ever since Reid was a little baby I have taken him jogging with me.  And ever since we have lived in this house we have been going on this jogging trail (since 2003).  Everytime we go over a bridge like this I will say "that sure is a rickety old bridge."  and Reid will say back "it sure is a bumpy old bridge too".  And then we will both laugh.  Year after year he will always reply the same, even if we haven't been jogging through the whole winter sure enough as soon as it gets warm and I go jogging again I say the same thing and he  replys the same way.  (now and when he was just starting to talk) I love it.  It is our little inside joke.  Reid and I always laugh and Clara doesn't know why it is so funny.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-2976841165410774115?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/2976841165410774115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=2976841165410774115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2976841165410774115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/2976841165410774115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/05/provo-river.html' title='Provo River'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SgeUf_9NAxI/AAAAAAAABVE/q4-pKrIO8yw/s72-c/DSC03065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-3205193272094418983</id><published>2009-04-26T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:23:02.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUv2_nKtJI/AAAAAAAABU0/Yj8s0qiBiQA/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218355898004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUv2_nKtJI/AAAAAAAABU0/Yj8s0qiBiQA/s320/DSC03020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister-in-law Katrina and I were models in a fashion show for her friend Jen's boutique this weekend. We has so much fun. Her friend Jen's boutique is called Vintage Fox boutique. You can link to her site from my blog under "favorite sites" and it says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JChic&lt;/span&gt;" (the old name). She has really cute clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvti3BQkI/AAAAAAAABUs/JBk-fHqzyEQ/s1600-h/DSC03022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218193561043522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvti3BQkI/AAAAAAAABUs/JBk-fHqzyEQ/s320/DSC03022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is am in the basement waiting for the show to start with Katrina's friends who were in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvtRmXByI/AAAAAAAABUk/1-8KJ8kYVD4/s1600-h/DSC03039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218188927764258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvtRmXByI/AAAAAAAABUk/1-8KJ8kYVD4/s320/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am in my second outfit after the show. After the show we went to dinner and had some good food and good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvsxJlq8I/AAAAAAAABUc/Zs6L7vKD-GE/s1600-h/new_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218180217154498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvsxJlq8I/AAAAAAAABUc/Zs6L7vKD-GE/s320/new_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am walking in it. My mom was there and she was trying to take pictures and she kept yelling "wait stop right there. Let me get a picture right there." It was hard not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvs4dKhlI/AAAAAAAABUU/SFtZ43khvxc/s1600-h/DSC03043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218182178309714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUvs4dKhlI/AAAAAAAABUU/SFtZ43khvxc/s320/DSC03043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all the models in the show. Lot's of fun girls. It was a fun break from being a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9008011707746795906-3205193272094418983?l=nabbyhazar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/feeds/3205193272094418983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9008011707746795906&amp;postID=3205193272094418983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3205193272094418983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9008011707746795906/posts/default/3205193272094418983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabbyhazar.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sister-in-law-katrina-and-i-were.html' title='Fashion Show'/><author><name>Nabby Hazar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfUv2_nKtJI/AAAAAAAABU0/Yj8s0qiBiQA/s72-c/DSC03020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008011707746795906.post-1918406630780833629</id><published>2009-04-26T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:15:25.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent day at Clara's Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfj__rm8I/AAAAAAAABUE/jqEcPKwyodo/s1600-h/DSC03010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329059699908910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfj__rm8I/AAAAAAAABUE/jqEcPKwyodo/s320/DSC03010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week was Parent Day at Clara's preschool and here she is sitting in her spot.  Her teacher says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they sit on the carpet squares Clara has to sit on the C square.  She wouldn't even sit by me because she had to sit on the C square in the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjlJsIpI/AAAAAAAABT8/c_FJ9e8C2CM/s1600-h/DSC03012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329059692703130258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjlJsIpI/AAAAAAAABT8/c_FJ9e8C2CM/s320/DSC03012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sang a rain song while the parents squirted the umbrella with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjdAYzkI/AAAAAAAABT0/YoC9I9rNBOI/s1600-h/DSC03014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329059690516631106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjdAYzkI/AAAAAAAABT0/YoC9I9rNBOI/s320/DSC03014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat outside and watched the teacher release the butterflies that they had in their classroom.  Clara loves butterflies.  She always says she wants butterflies for her birthday coming up, but I don't really know what she wants.  I just get her stuff with butterflies on it.   Hopefully that is what she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjOqXMyI/AAAAAAAABTs/quIJAmnTLHk/s1600-h/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329059686666154786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUavzkvejjg/SfSfjOqXMyI/AAAAAAAABTs/quIJAmnTLHk/s320/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They performed a play of the "Hungry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;".  Here is where they came out as butterflies.  You can find Clara if you look really hard in the middle back.  She wouldn't do her other part of the play. She was suppose to be the strawberries, but she got stage fright.  Clara is a little shy around other people.  She is funny though because you would think if she was shy she would want me to be with her at school all the time, but when I drop her off she hates when I linger.  She is always saying "When are you going to leave?"  or "Can you leave now?" Her teacher says she is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; too.  She always knows what she wants and she won't let anyone tell her how to do it if she knows what to do.   You would think a shy person would be too afraid to stick up for themselves.  She is a lot like her mom, like I have said before.  I was so much like her as a little girl.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd43e4e7dac54fa7" 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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd43e4e7dac54fa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6524F74271C44AB4E66D663279D3732B2A5D7F9E.80B5F3BCA92AFD12D49AED51116EA3AF54BC526E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd43e4e7dac54fa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DstxFQo31BkoqWRVaTS_4v3YnUiQ&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://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd43e4e7dac54fa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331452012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6524F74271C44AB4E66D663279D3732B2A5D7F9E.80B5F3BCA92AFD12D49AED51116EA3AF54BC526E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd43e4e7dac54fa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DstxFQo31BkoqWRVaTS_4v3YnUiQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;      Clara wouldn't sing or do the actions.  She does this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.  Before parent day she told me she was going to sing this time and that she wasn't shy anymore, but when she got up there she got scared.  I love to watch Clara in all that she does, because she is so unique.  Look at the video she is the only one not singing.  Sometimes it almost seems like she is too cool to sing, but who knows why kids do what they do.  I will be so interested to see what this little girl turns into.&lt;div class="blogger-
