<?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-6668884528978509150</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:42:03.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hastie Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4354917220759663229</id><published>2011-08-30T06:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:13:54.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#252525;background:white"&gt;My pour little Kynthia is sick right know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#252525;background:white"&gt;Last night the cooler went out and it is hot in the house when we went to bed I told everyone to stay cool by not having covers or if you had to have one, have a sheet. Will at 3am Anna woke us up to tell use that Kynthia is throwing up. Right know it is 4 all most 5am and she is still throwing up not fun at all. Every time she does my heart goes out to her. I took her up stairs to cool her down wondering if that will help. She was not too happy with me but she got in. Right know she is sitting in her sister’s share trying to go to sleep. At one point she was throwing up in a bowl when she said "what is that" looking in the bowl I told her "that is what was in your tummy" that is when she says "eeeeewww" LOL I just love my kids, even when they are sick they say the most hilarious things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4354917220759663229?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4354917220759663229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4354917220759663229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4354917220759663229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4354917220759663229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-night.html' title='What a night'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1806562696978329541</id><published>2011-08-07T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:51:18.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t know what to thank</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today at church Trevor was realest from nursery, I don’t know what to say. My husband is not happy about it and I really don’t blame him. He really did liked being in there with the kids. I don’t know what he will be doing next but I know the Lord will have him were he is needed. I know this will not be easy for him only because he does not like change but I hope that he will grow to love his new calling when he gets one. It will be hard not having him in there with me but I know that I will do fine without him there. I just hope that Ronin will be ok with out Dad in there. I guess we will have to see what will happen next Sunday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today at church I looked over to see what Anna was doing in sacrament, I was so existed she was reading her scriptures. At one point Anna asked if she could use my red pencil so she could mark something. I thank that is the first time I have seen her mark in her scriptures. After church she told me what she found and that it really touched her so she marked it. I love it. I am so proud of my children all of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1806562696978329541?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1806562696978329541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1806562696978329541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1806562696978329541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1806562696978329541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-know-what-to-thank.html' title='Don’t know what to thank'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5682105883477742927</id><published>2011-06-16T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:31:04.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today Trevor and I went to the Temple. I have to say that I did not know how much I needed this today. For the past couple of months I have felt like we have had a dark cloud hovering over us. Every time I would feel like I can’t handle what the Lord has asked of me, sometimes I feel like I am a failure. Even though I know I am not. On the way to the Temple I was praying that I could feel the sprit. And boy did I ever it was so wonderful. After I was done I was waiting for Trevor I started to read The Book of Mormon and I get an answer to my prayers. I felt like a great burden has been lifted off of my shoulders. You see I have been feeling like I was not the best Mother or wife to my family, know I now that I am a wonderful mother and wife. After we got home I can feel the change right away with my family. Every day I have been wondering how to get the light back in my wonderful husband eyes. It is so wonderful to see it there again. I am so grateful for my family and love that my Heavenly Father has given me and my family. I am so grateful for my husband and the love that he has shown me, for my children every one of them. They are so precious to me I just hope that they know how much I love everyone of them and want the best for them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5682105883477742927?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5682105883477742927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5682105883477742927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5682105883477742927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5682105883477742927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/06/wonderful-day.html' title='A Wonderful Day'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2753877977987069553</id><published>2011-05-30T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:10:57.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; This week I have decided to make a change in my life and that is to lose weight and get my life back. So I decided to join my trainer Bob. I started looking at the blog entrees and I decided that I am going to work on what he would like me and others to do so I started today. What I had to do was run as fast as I can without killing me for 1m then I had to walk for 2m. I had to do this for 30m back and forth and let me tell you by the end of it I thought I was going to die, but I was so alive. It was like I was energized for the rest of the day. Anna did it right after I got done and then the little once had their turn. After we got done running and walking we did Pilates. Everyone but dad did this and boy was it fun. After we got done Kynthia jumped on me and told me that this is the best game ever and gave me a big kiss. I can only imagine that what we were doing was a game for her and Ronin. I feel so good right know it is like a just woke up from a long nape. I am so excited about tomorrow and the rest of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2753877977987069553?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2753877977987069553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2753877977987069553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2753877977987069553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2753877977987069553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-change.html' title='A New Change'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2394098804528809433</id><published>2011-02-05T19:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:48:18.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair style anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other day I was taking Anna’s hair down and combing it. Kynthia wanted to help and comb with me. But Anna was not up for it so I told Kynthia that she could comb my hair (I had my hair in a ponytail) So of course Kynthia wanted it down so she could comb it. she started to poll on it to take it dawn at first it did not hurt but the more the polled on it the more it hurt. After about 5 minuets Kynthia tells me “Mommy this is going to hurt” and at that she polls with all her might. At the same time I am making faces and Anna is laughing so hard. It was so much fun. I love moments like this they are the best.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2394098804528809433?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2394098804528809433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2394098804528809433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2394098804528809433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2394098804528809433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/02/hair-style-anyone.html' title='Hair style anyone'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5048369388641549084</id><published>2011-02-05T19:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:30:23.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ronin has been climbing out of his crib and I finely was able to see it happen wow talk about scared. We got a crib from a friend in our ward. I was watching him about a week ago know. He was throwing himself against the side. Trust me he was doing it very hard to the point were I was wondering if he was going to brake the crib. Finley one of the sides (the side against the wall) fell down. That’s when he climbed on the side and proceeded to climb out of the crib. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TU35rc6U1uI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QJz7DQ0xaNU/s1600-h/DSCN1308%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1308" border="0" alt="DSCN1308" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TU35roHR53I/AAAAAAAAAwI/xyE2rW7Puho/DSCN1308_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course has his mom and dad we made it so he could not climb out. Needless to say Ronin has not been to happy about this. Of course Ronin has found another way to get out and that is to climb out by polling him self up and climbing out of the side. I should have known that we could not fix it so he could get out. With are little climber that likes to climb on everything that he can get on and around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5048369388641549084?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5048369388641549084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5048369388641549084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5048369388641549084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5048369388641549084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/02/out-of-crib.html' title='Out of the crib'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TU35roHR53I/AAAAAAAAAwI/xyE2rW7Puho/s72-c/DSCN1308_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3129292084808320574</id><published>2011-01-22T12:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:37:52.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mommy in Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Ronin has been trying to get on Anna’s disk to see what she has been doing up there. Every day after school Anna is sitting at her disk doing home work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TTsj9o80kBI/AAAAAAAAAvk/EuAOJfWDUVw/s1600-h/DSCN1299%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1299" border="0" alt="DSCN1299" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TTsj-q-qS8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/qv3sE-4eNz8/DSCN1299_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Finley last week Ronin seceded in doing just that. At first he was looking in her books and thought that was boring. Then he spotted her money bag, he was having so much fun playing with it. Every time he would shake it he would hear the most amazing sound from in side. naturally he tried to open it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TTsj_V9YkfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FnyEx_ioIDw/s1600-h/DSCN1303%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1303" border="0" alt="DSCN1303" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TTsj_tXALrI/AAAAAAAAAvw/mvdskG43hho/DSCN1303_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the same time he is playing with Anna’s stuff Kynthia and Anna were playing a game. Kynthia went to get something and spotted Ronin with the bag. At first I thought she was going to show him how to open it but that is not what happened, instead She tried to take it from him. At the same time telling him that he is a bad boy and needs to go to time out. Of cores he did not like this and was telling her “no no no”. Finley the bag fell on the ground and Kynthia got him off the chare then proceeded to take him to her room to have time out. Ronin was so funny about it all, at first he was like ok then when he figured what she was doing he was not going to go willingly. When he got away from her she was telling him “you need time out, you be bad, time out boy” that is when he looked at her and tossed his hand at her and went right back to what he was doing. Kynthia just went back to playing and having fun with Anna. I thank we have a little mommy on our hands. Ever since then she has been soothing Ronin when ever he is crying telling him “be ok Ronin don’t cry” then would sing him a song. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3129292084808320574?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3129292084808320574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3129292084808320574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3129292084808320574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3129292084808320574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-mommy-in-training.html' title='Little Mommy in Training'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TTsj-q-qS8I/AAAAAAAAAvo/qv3sE-4eNz8/s72-c/DSCN1299_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2870780490541229156</id><published>2011-01-11T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:37:44.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 or 2 Black Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; My two younger children were playing and having fun, that is until Ronin wanted to have Kynthia’s book. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TS0hsI1vLiI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FbQTTwK9GyU/s1600-h/DSCN1292%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1292" border="0" alt="DSCN1292" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TS0hstmExuI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aMuGUVR3VuQ/DSCN1292_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="179" height="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the fight was on. Ronin got Kynthia in the face in the eye to be in fact. Don’t know if he did it on purpose. I would like to thank that he didn't &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TS0hsynyIcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7VZATiq4328/s1600-h/DSCN1291%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1291" border="0" alt="DSCN1291" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TS0hth-X0nI/AAAAAAAAAvU/i8Yvv5PPBw0/DSCN1291_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="161" height="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; You now that she did not stand for that and pushed him, at the same time he tried to get away from her. I don’t know if he tripped when he was trying to get away for her or if she pushed him hard enough to make him fly that far or both. I would have to go with him tripping himself trying to get away from her and with a little help from Kynthia. Ronin fell and hit his head on the wood that is on the couch. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; This was all happing at the same time trying to get ready to go see Dr. Owen. (the Children’s Dr.) We get to the clinic and I sat down with Kynthia to talk with her about not bushing when you are mad at someone, when I see that her eye has got hit too. I asked her what&amp;#160; had happed to her eye? She put her hand on the other eye and said “what…nothing mommy” I told her the other one at the same time trying not to laugh. She put her hand on it and said “aaaa that hurts mom” I would have to agree with her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I keep on asking myself is it better to have one or two black eyes LOL I’m just glad no one lost as eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2870780490541229156?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2870780490541229156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2870780490541229156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2870780490541229156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2870780490541229156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-or-2-black-eyes.html' title='1 or 2 Black Eyes'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TS0hstmExuI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aMuGUVR3VuQ/s72-c/DSCN1292_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6941055313615750537</id><published>2011-01-11T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:12:36.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TSzVev9GVHI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QhzJbGG7iyM/s1600-h/DSCN1279%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1279" border="0" alt="DSCN1279" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TSzVe7kNfuI/AAAAAAAAAuo/k48LBWq1teY/DSCN1279_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TSzVflYGzYI/AAAAAAAAAus/2fo7t_vhTDg/s1600-h/DSCN1284%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1284" border="0" alt="DSCN1284" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TSzVf_8N9yI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NbxaOEVozRo/DSCN1284_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; With the new year Trevor and I have a new calling we are still in the primary but we are know in the nursery, at first I was not sure what to thank of this, but I have to say I am so glad that I am teaching in this class. The little children are so adorable. At first I thought I was not going to have a spiritual lift with all the kids, I am glad to say that I was wrong they are so amazing. So thank you Lynette I thank this is going to be a fun year with the kids and I know I will learn allot from it as will. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Kynthia loves being in sunbeams. This year in primary they are working on reading the scriptures. They gave each of the children a folder with a chart for reading the scriptures. Kynthia was so existed about it, there has not been one day that she has not come to me to say “I need to read my scriptures” I just love it. Anna and I are know reading ours with her and we are all trying to be more like Kynthia. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Anna has been doing wonderful in school and in young woman's. She has been making things for Christmas and for the other holidays. It been wonderful to see the work that she has been doing. Her reading is getting better with every book that she reads. Right know she has got her faith ribbon and working on divine Nature, she is really close to getting it. I am so proud of her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Ronin is all boy and loving every bit of it. He loves to play with his cars and make things out of his blocks. His favorite pass time is climbing on EVEY THING and I do mean every thing. He has had plenty of bumps on his head from falling off of things more then once. After about the 100th time I finely stopped trying to prevent him from climbing now I just watch and hope that he wont brake his head open. What a life, full of fun and laughter, I just hope that this year will be just as fun as last year was, or better in some ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6941055313615750537?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6941055313615750537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6941055313615750537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6941055313615750537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6941055313615750537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TSzVe7kNfuI/AAAAAAAAAuo/k48LBWq1teY/s72-c/DSCN1279_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1568636521148146567</id><published>2010-10-11T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:02:45.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my baby's</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I have not been felling good all morning, I tried to stay away from everyone hopping that I don’t give it to them. After some time I found out that it was my blood prissier. After awhile I went upstairs to be with my family, boy what fun that was. Kynthia and Ronin where missing mom as much as I was missing&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLObQHXD9YI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CtJLn-nUyvg/s1600-h/DSCN1131%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="DSCN1131" border="0" alt="DSCN1131" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLObQzJYHTI/AAAAAAAAAuc/IOemPTeimQY/DSCN1131_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; them. Because as soon as I lade on the couch Kynthia came over to me to give me a hug and a kiss. I wanted to cry she kept on patting my back telling me that she loved me. Then my little man Ronin comes out of know were and runs right in to Kynthia and I. Finley Kynthia gets down and tells Ronin “bad Ronin mom not good” LOL I just love it. Ronin did not care all he wanted was to play with mom so he would clime all over me and then want down then he would run at me and roll on the floor. the hole time he was laughing every once in a while he would say aw because he would hit his head on something or fall. The hole time I was thanking that he is such a boy. LOL and the funny thing is I would not want it any other way. Thank you Kynthia and Ronin for being such wonderful children to me, you are the best thank you for choosing me has your mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1568636521148146567?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1568636521148146567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1568636521148146567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1568636521148146567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1568636521148146567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-my-baby.html' title='I love my baby&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLObQzJYHTI/AAAAAAAAAuc/IOemPTeimQY/s72-c/DSCN1131_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4170200132441574919</id><published>2010-10-09T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:24:32.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday Annastasia had her first sewing lesson with a friend of mine Leslie. I had asked Anna what she was thanking before we got there and she told me that she &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLEx7RntoVI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/c7IxL4aVJcs/s1600-h/sewing20machine%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sewing20machine" border="0" alt="sewing20machine" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLEx789qvoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ac80kQGyJH8/sewing20machine_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hoped she does not get hurt or brake her stuff. I told her that she would do wonderful and just hear what she says has to say. She did a wonderful job. She did what Leslie told her and did a grate job, You go Annastasia she mad her dad a pillow case and started her sisters skirt. I really thank she has a talent for this and I know she will be able to do amazing things with what she is learning. At one point Leslie took the fabric and tore the fabric the look on Anna’s face was so funny LOL after two times Leslie let Anna do it LOL it was just so funny the look on her face. I was so proud of her you go Anna you are amazing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4170200132441574919?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4170200132441574919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4170200132441574919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4170200132441574919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4170200132441574919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-girl.html' title='What a girl'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLEx789qvoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ac80kQGyJH8/s72-c/sewing20machine_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6249689338314180976</id><published>2010-10-09T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:11:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the state fair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwSjP6VeI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xmXlxwuKB7U/s1600-h/DSCN1092%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1092" border="0" alt="DSCN1092" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwTO7sqjI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8_lTgW7LGdM/DSCN1092_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; We all went to the state fair in Salk lake on the 17 of September what a fun day it was. We first went and saw the animals. The first ones we saw were the chickens there were all different ones there of all different colors as will. Kynthia was not to happy with them we tried to tell her that they were in there cages. But she did not care at all you can see in the photo that she has her hands up next to her throat and she would not move them from there. By the time we got to the turkey she was doing pretty good I wanted to get a photo of Anna and Kynthia with the turkey, at first they were do ok that is until the turkey decided to say hi to them. LOL Kynthia went flying to dad and Anna even took a couple feet away from him LOL. So that is my wonderful photo. The funny thing was the bigger the animals got the more comfortable Kynthia got with them. She was even brave to touch a rabbet and even a baby cafe. Only After Anna &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwTkdO94I/AAAAAAAAAuA/1FexiSZQx3A/s1600-h/DSCN1099%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1099" border="0" alt="DSCN1099" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwT5XOmVI/AAAAAAAAAuE/iRA6-6Qs8JA/DSCN1099_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did and not before LOL Even Ronin wanted to get involved with that until the cafe kicked his lag LOL. The baby cafe was 1 week old and just so cute. that is all Kynthia would talk about when we were eating our lunch. A friend of mine told me about a place were the kids will have fun, it was called Little Hands. By the time we got &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwUb3WIlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/nIr2qaIcEpA/s1600-h/DSCN1106%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN1106" border="0" alt="DSCN1106" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwVOTpoJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/q93lJORAup8/DSCN1106_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There Ronin had fallen asleep so Annastasia and I took Kynthia through it was so much fun. Kynthia got to be a little farmer she was able to feed a cow and even milk it. (the cow was not real but Kynthia did not care) Anna was so wonderful at showing her what to do then she even got to plant a seed and even got to get a apple off a tree. Then she got to ride on a tractor and then got to bush a sheep. That was the best part for Kynthia she just loved it. On the way home everyone was talking about how fun it was. I thank we need to do this next year as will. Thank you Leslie for the tickets we had a wonderful day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6249689338314180976?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6249689338314180976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6249689338314180976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6249689338314180976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6249689338314180976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-at-state-fair.html' title='Day at the state fair.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCwTO7sqjI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8_lTgW7LGdM/s72-c/DSCN1092_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2354541526426667180</id><published>2010-10-09T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:35:19.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is 1 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCn1RRdELI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jTKN-gzu7ac/s1600-h/annmarie_0228%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="annmarie_0228" border="0" alt="annmarie_0228" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCn1tK1EkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_8uLFTeSksA/annmarie_0228_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ronin just turned 1 years old, I am excited and sad at the same time. Sad because my little man is growing so fast, I just wish that he would stay small a little longer. I am excited because he is know walking I don’t have to carry him all over the place because he loves to walk all over the place. So I guess I am happy that he is growing up and not staying the same why for ever. Ronin is trying so hard to talk like Kynthia is, every thing that she is doing he wants to do it as will. Trust me he gets upset if he can’t do it as good as she can. He is grate to have around he makes everyone laugh with his wonderful laugh he has. You can’t help put laugh with him. What a joy he is to our family. Annastasia is a wonderful big sister to him, he loves sitting on her lap when she is playing or even readying a book. Sometimes I wonder if she likes it but I know Ronin does that is for sure. Just yesterday he hit is head on the wall and said au. Know he will go around hitting is head on everything and say au. I love to wrestle with every one. Every day it seems I call my mom to find out if what he is doing is normal for a boy, she tells me all the time that he is. I get off going boy I hope I can do this raising a boy. Then out of know were he will make me laugh and I know that I can. Happy Birthday big boy Mom and dad loves you and we hope the best for you. I know that your big sister Annastasia and Kynthia love you and want the best for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2354541526426667180?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2354541526426667180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2354541526426667180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2354541526426667180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2354541526426667180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/10/ronin-is-1-years-old.html' title='Ronin is 1 years old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TLCn1tK1EkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/_8uLFTeSksA/s72-c/annmarie_0228_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5625172708712048710</id><published>2010-08-28T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:14:33.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I love watching Ronin trying to be like his big sisters. Everything they do he just knows that he can do it too. Because it should not be that heard to climb on the couch or on the bed or even the gate. (Yes he does try to climb all of that plus some) When he sees Kynthia playing with a toy and got it to do something really cool he just knows that he can do that too, but when he gets it a hold of it for some add reason it does not work for him. He will work at it until he gets it or get really upset about it. One way or the other. Every day he is growing up to fast for me that is. I am happy that he is growing and learning but at the same time I just wish he would slow down and let me enjoy him being little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5625172708712048710?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5625172708712048710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5625172708712048710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5625172708712048710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5625172708712048710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-8692075831479330953</id><published>2010-07-24T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:33:32.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TEswdmHF3qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1a_HknmWo5Q/s1600/DSCN0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497541055140454050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TEswdmHF3qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1a_HknmWo5Q/s320/DSCN0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronin is growing so fast, faster than I would like. He is 10 months old and is walking all over the place. He is now trying to run and is climbing on everything that he can get ahold of. Everyone around here is trying to keep him from doing it because they are afraid that he will get hurt. I am the other why about it. I like the fact that he is climbing but at the same time I am there to help if he needs it. That is the thing about him he does not like it when you do things for him or when you tell him how to do it. I love to see him work on things, using his mind. If he does not get it he will, because he will work on it until he gets it. It breaks my heart to see him grow up so fast but at the same time excited. He is going to be my last one and I would like him to just slow down and let me enjoy him. I am glade that he is growing and developing the way he is. I do enjoy his laughter, when he laughs you can't help but laugh with him. He loves to do what his big sisters are doing all the time. Kynthia is not so sure about it though but I know he loves it. I just hope that Ronin knows how much I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-8692075831479330953?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/8692075831479330953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=8692075831479330953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8692075831479330953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8692075831479330953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-man.html' title='My Little Man'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/TEswdmHF3qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1a_HknmWo5Q/s72-c/DSCN0948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1520911896087450162</id><published>2010-07-22T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:37:38.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad farted, it tasted nasty.</title><content type='html'>My brother Gene called about a couple of weeks ago and he wanted to talk with Kynthia. She got on and was talking with him, out of know where she tells Gene that Dad farted. Trevor was not in the room when she told him this. I thank Gene told her to tell Trevor something because she gave the phone back to me and went to find Dad. On her way back to the phone she picked up Ronin's cup full of Milk (formula) she took two big swallows out of it and gave it a look I really wish I could say what it was like because it was a wonderful look. She put the cup down really slow then she took the phone from me still looking at the cup and put the phone to her ear the first thing that she said was "that tasted nasty" the rest of their talk was Kynthia saying "yes no Ronin milk no yes nasty Ronin yes no Ronin milk nasty." The whole time she was saying this she was looking at the cup. When she got off Gene told me that his talk with Kynthia was Dad farted and it tasted nasty. The rest of the time we talked was him telling me how I let my daughter taste things like that. After I got off the phone with Gene I was telling Trevor what had happened and Kynthia came over and told Dad that "Ronin's milk is nasty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1520911896087450162?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1520911896087450162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1520911896087450162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1520911896087450162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1520911896087450162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dad-farted-it-tasted-nasty.html' title='Dad farted, it tasted nasty.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2655221618373563007</id><published>2010-03-20T07:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:42:04.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/S6TEaSfrlcI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LNeGc6OPQbE/s1600-h/DSCN0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450697404945503682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/S6TEaSfrlcI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LNeGc6OPQbE/s320/DSCN0817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/S6TEZ9QIlvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ME2PQppg6HA/s1600-h/DSCN0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450697399243151090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/S6TEZ9QIlvI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ME2PQppg6HA/s320/DSCN0818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kynthia has been a busy body all day today. After getting telling her to get out of what she was doing she would find something else to play with or to get in to. When it got to quit I started to look for, then out of nowhere I hear the piano play and so I went to see what she was doing, she had polled the bench out so she could get on it and play the piano, what a girl. I went and got the camera and was glad that when I got back she was still at it. When I went to put Ronin down for his nap I hear Trevor ask Kynthia if she wants to go down stairs, I don't think she was lessening because he asked her again. About 5 minutes latter Trevor came in the room to tell me that she had fallen asleep. After Ronin went to sleep I went up stairs and this is what I saw Kynthia asleep on the couch it was so cute I had to get a photo of it What a day it was for her. I love it when they pass out were ever they are.&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/6668884528978509150-2655221618373563007?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2655221618373563007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2655221618373563007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2655221618373563007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2655221618373563007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-girl.html' title='What a girl.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/S6TEaSfrlcI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LNeGc6OPQbE/s72-c/DSCN0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-766793713446566785</id><published>2009-12-26T07:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:05:06.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Pie</title><content type='html'>On Thanksgiving Trevor and the girls made a pie, as you can see Kynthia helped with the mixing. It was fun lessoning to her laugh the whole time. Annastasia helped with putting it in the pan. Trevor and I have been letting the girls do things in the Kitchen, it has been a blast. Annastasia is not sure what she wants to do, be a chief or work with animals. I tell her that she can do both if she would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWO4eBXtI/AAAAAAAAArc/k-pMG1a7O48/s1600-h/1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419543646519254738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWO4eBXtI/AAAAAAAAArc/k-pMG1a7O48/s320/1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWOUUIUEI/AAAAAAAAArU/M8cKmYBw8NY/s1600-h/1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419543636814090306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWOUUIUEI/AAAAAAAAArU/M8cKmYBw8NY/s320/1108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWOMY6gII/AAAAAAAAArM/aF8EOWWcH9c/s1600-h/1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419543634686673026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWOMY6gII/AAAAAAAAArM/aF8EOWWcH9c/s320/1111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-766793713446566785?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/766793713446566785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=766793713446566785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/766793713446566785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/766793713446566785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-pie.html' title='Making a Pie'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SzYWO4eBXtI/AAAAAAAAArc/k-pMG1a7O48/s72-c/1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6811166914481996477</id><published>2009-12-12T09:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:54:45.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not nice</title><content type='html'>On November 25, 2009 I was doing Annastasia hair, she wanted me to curl her bangs. I started to carling, out of the blue I hear Annastasia cry out in pane and move from me. I looked at her and I see this big red spot. I felt so bad about it, Annastasia was so shocked that she just kept on staring at me. Finley she looked in the mirror and said "wow that looks bad" all I could do was laugh witch got her to laugh too. She told me later that she does not want me to curl her hair again, I could not blame her. I was telling my mom what happened, she told me the next time put a comb between the curlier iron and her. That is a good idea I will do that next time, if there is a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyO4pMMPBhI/AAAAAAAAArE/zpAeJMC39Zc/s1600-h/1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414374194816157202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyO4pMMPBhI/AAAAAAAAArE/zpAeJMC39Zc/s320/1102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6811166914481996477?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6811166914481996477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6811166914481996477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6811166914481996477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6811166914481996477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-nice.html' title='Not nice'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyO4pMMPBhI/AAAAAAAAArE/zpAeJMC39Zc/s72-c/1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6362229053265728885</id><published>2009-12-10T13:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:02:27.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>Kynthia has been having fun reading, will her kind of reading. She will take a book open it and read it out loud. This is what we hear, bloom blame dud dad bam. She would repeat this over and over it is really cute. Trevor and I love the fact that she likes books, she wants us to read to her all the time and if we are not reading to her she is reading a book. She even gets Annastasia to read to her, I don't think there is anyone that she won't ask to read to her. I hope that she keeps this passion for book through her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyFQ_lCmVRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cKM6wIW1LZE/s1600-h/1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413697280281040146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyFQ_lCmVRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cKM6wIW1LZE/s320/1100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6362229053265728885?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6362229053265728885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6362229053265728885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6362229053265728885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6362229053265728885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/12/readding.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SyFQ_lCmVRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cKM6wIW1LZE/s72-c/1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-8252584454089870000</id><published>2009-12-04T07:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:41:21.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I'm Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>On November 21, 2009 I was having a hard morning, I was up all night with Ronin, he was not feeling really good. I almost forgot that Annastasia and I have a party to go to at 10am. The girls in activity days was going to have tea with their mothers, I have been looking forward to it for about 2 weeks. Annastasia and I got there and right away it was wonderful, the girls had fun talking with each other, even use big girls were enjoying talking with each other. The first that they did is asked what the girls were thankful about their moms, when it got to Annastasia she said "I am thankful that my mom is letting me take piano lessons" I thought that was neat only because she has been fighting me on doing the practices. Then there teacher had every mom a letter, I open mine, it is a little from Annastasia telling me how much she loves me. She told me that I was her best friend, that she loves my hugs that I give her every day. After I got done reading it I sat there crying, it was everything I needed to here that day. I love you Annastasia you are a wonderful daughter, I am clad that I have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxkNHYzc9gI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DaNC2dZ4Wcg/s1600-h/1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411370847830865410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxkNHYzc9gI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DaNC2dZ4Wcg/s320/1094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-8252584454089870000?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/8252584454089870000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=8252584454089870000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8252584454089870000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8252584454089870000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-im-thankful-for.html' title='Mom I&apos;m Thankful For...'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxkNHYzc9gI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DaNC2dZ4Wcg/s72-c/1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3790871482309575986</id><published>2009-12-01T13:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:54:32.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Look Like Santa</title><content type='html'>Trevor has been growing a beard out for some time know, some people like it others are still not sure about it. Annastasia and Kynthia like it, they say "it tickles." Trevor and I both teach in primary, Trevor teaches the 7 year olds, I teach the 9 year olds. One of the girls in my class told me that she likes it on him, she was blushing the hole time. One of the girls in Trevor's class, stopped me in the hall after church she told me "my teacher needs to cut off his hair" she had her hands on her hips and very demanding, I asked her "why" she said "I don't like it on him." What can you say after that? Last Sunday another girl in is class told him that he looks like Santa with his beard. Trevor liked that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxVwqBBGDmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/53QWy4xJo9A/s1600/1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354394485362274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxVwqBBGDmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/53QWy4xJo9A/s320/1081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3790871482309575986?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3790871482309575986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3790871482309575986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3790871482309575986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3790871482309575986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-look-like-santia.html' title='You Look Like Santa'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SxVwqBBGDmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/53QWy4xJo9A/s72-c/1081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5493202643097638373</id><published>2009-11-19T13:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:52:34.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new word</title><content type='html'>Kynthia has learned a new word, the word is fart. Last week we were getting ready for bed, I was feeding Ronin, Trevor was talking with me, Kynthia was trying every piece of clothing on, that she could get her hands on. At that time Trevor farts really loud, I start laughing, because Kynthia has this look of surprise on her face. I tell Kynthia "did Dad fart?" she goes over to Trevor, pats his bottom says "fart" :) LOL, we laughed so hard then I told her "yes fart". The next day I am feeding Ronin, Kynthia and I are reading a book, Ronin farts, Kynthia looks at him, she pats his bottom then says "fart". Later during the week I tell Dawna that Kynthia has a new ward then I tell her the ward. Last night we were all in the kitchen talking, Dawna told Kynthia "say fart" she looks at me. I tell her to "tell grandma fart" she goes over to Trevor, who is standing up and pats his bottom and says "fart" we are all laughing when Trevor goes "excuse me!" Kynthia sticks her arms out and says "excuse!" Trevor and everyone else lost it! Right then and there, we all laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwXIz7o8i9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BbDl_PCf_lE/s1600/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405947722236464082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwXIz7o8i9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BbDl_PCf_lE/s320/DSCN0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5493202643097638373?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5493202643097638373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5493202643097638373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5493202643097638373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5493202643097638373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-word.html' title='A new word'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwXIz7o8i9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BbDl_PCf_lE/s72-c/DSCN0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3444273403894469181</id><published>2009-11-18T18:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:51:16.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><content type='html'>Annastasia and Kynthia were having fun the other day. Aunt Marilyn came by and she brought over some foam letters and the dots as will and the kids were having so much fun putting them on everything. Kynthia was sticking them on everyone's feet and when she was done doing that she decided to put them on Annastasia's face we just had to take a photo of it. Since we are talking about the girls I have to tell on them LOL. Trevor and I have decided to stop getting into their fights and just let them handle it them self's. I never knew that it could be so much fun lessening to them fight but boy has it been fun. The problem that they are having is that Annastasia is not wanting Kynthia on her bed know that Kynthia is able to climb on everything she thanks that she can go on Annastasia's bed so Annastasia will take her off and put her on her own bed will Kynthia does not like this and you can imagine the yelling and wining that comes from there room. The other day I was reading my book when I hear Kynthia yelling so I look up to see what is going on and this is what I see Kynthia is standing in the door way with one hand on her hip the other pointing at Annastasia. Know Annastasia is looking at her like she is nuts are something and I am trying really hard not to laugh so I go back to reading. Then Annastasia say's whatever and goes back to what she is doing and Kynthia turns around and marches off to go do something else. LOL I just love being a mom sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwSNZFkydWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/aQHRv1Ap5hQ/s1600/DSCN0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405600914884162914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwSNZFkydWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/aQHRv1Ap5hQ/s320/DSCN0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3444273403894469181?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3444273403894469181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3444273403894469181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3444273403894469181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3444273403894469181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SwSNZFkydWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/aQHRv1Ap5hQ/s72-c/DSCN0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1449010694083373096</id><published>2009-11-17T10:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:31:48.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Luckiest person</title><content type='html'>Last night I was really upset for allot of things to be honest I have no idea why I was upset but Trevor and I got into it just before we went to bed. After Trevor and I had a little disagreement I gave Kynthia a bath and went down stars so I don't say something that I don't want to. After having a good cry Trevor came in to bed and just leassoned to me complain about my life and he just held me and let me cry more. In the morning felling like everyone is against me in one way or another. Annastasia does not want to get up so she is mad at me for that. Then my sister-in-law starts on my about my husband and her son all I want to do in scream. Then I go down stairs after Annastasia goes to school to get the rest of the family up and going and I thought Kynthia would be better ya right all she did is cry and scream the whole time I was doing her hair. Finley after feeding Ronin and go up stars to start my morning routine I realized that with being so upset last night I forgot to do the dishes and so know I am mad at myself. I go in the kitchen to do the dish and I am in shock they are all done so I start to cry and go to Trevor and give him a big kiss and tell him that I love him. So ya I have to say I am a lucky person for have a wonderful husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1449010694083373096?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1449010694083373096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1449010694083373096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1449010694083373096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1449010694083373096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-lukest-person.html' title='I am the Luckiest person'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-402582048231337280</id><published>2009-11-12T07:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:38:39.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is 2 months old</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on the 11th of November Ronin turned 2 months old. What a little man he is such a wonderful baby to have. I am a little sad that he is not saying little for too long because my little boy is growing way to fast every time I look at him he has gotten bigger. Don't they know that they are supposed to stay small all the time? I am very happy that he is healthy and strong. He is trying so hard to talk with use and he smiles allot. I know that Trevor is not happy about this but he is a momma's little boy. He wants all the time and I have to say I really like it our last child Kynthia was daddies little girl all the time know I have my little man. Trevor has is times with him which I now he souks them up when he does get him. Kynthia just loves him so much every time we put him on the floor she is right there talking with him and rubbing his head. Annastasia just loves holding and talking with him and when he talks back at her she will laugh and talk more. He is wearing his blessing outfit it know fits him really good. I think he look hansom in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvwLdajprEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I5uCjJr39s8/s1600-h/2009_15_Ronin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403206252910718018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvwLdajprEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I5uCjJr39s8/s320/2009_15_Ronin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvwLdFV_PMI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Vlm2n4IxOQA/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403206247216266434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvwLdFV_PMI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Vlm2n4IxOQA/s320/DSCN0398.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/6668884528978509150-402582048231337280?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/402582048231337280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=402582048231337280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/402582048231337280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/402582048231337280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/ronin-is-2-munths-old.html' title='Ronin is 2 months old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvwLdajprEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/I5uCjJr39s8/s72-c/2009_15_Ronin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1014559667331584802</id><published>2009-11-09T12:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:06:34.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking leaves</title><content type='html'>On November 7, 2009 it was a really nice day outside so we all went outside to rake the leaves. I had to feed Ronin so Trevor and the girls went outside to start and when I was done feeding Ronin. I came out with thim with Ronin. Trevor was a little upset with Annastasia because she was taking too long and I asked him if he made it fun for her "like what" he said so I told him to make a game out of it so I called Annastasia over and told her that we are going to have a contest and whoever wins will get something so I asked her what the winner should get and she told me ice-cream. Why not that would be fun so Annastasia was off Trevor could not believe how fast she was going. Can anyone guess how one will if you picked Trevor you would be wrong it was Annastasia. We had so much fun even Ronin enjoyed being outside. Kynthia was having fun helping everyone she would pick up the leaves then play with them until Trevor had to take them from her it was funny when she told him no. Annastasia and I just laughed at them because every time Trevor would put the leaves in the bag she would take them out. After all that hard work, Trevor though it would be neat to climb on a tree. Trust me I did not like it and told him so but Trevor wanted to have some photos of him with the kids so I took them. After he got off I told him that when he gets up in the morning and his back is hurting I am not going to feel sorry for him. When he got up the next day he was fine from what I can see but I have a feeling that if he was hurting he would not show it to me. I wonder why LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi309PhvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_d1twsroU-0/s1600-h/DSCN0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176464278750962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi309PhvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_d1twsroU-0/s320/DSCN0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi3dh8qKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YkFvApIB4CQ/s1600-h/DSCN0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176457990252706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi3dh8qKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YkFvApIB4CQ/s320/DSCN0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi23NTu5I/AAAAAAAAAps/1XHlgbeFAUo/s1600-h/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176447703137170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi23NTu5I/AAAAAAAAAps/1XHlgbeFAUo/s320/DSCN0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi2RFfm3I/AAAAAAAAApk/Q9ZSPgRnYLs/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176437469813618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi2RFfm3I/AAAAAAAAApk/Q9ZSPgRnYLs/s320/DSCN0358.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/6668884528978509150-1014559667331584802?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1014559667331584802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1014559667331584802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1014559667331584802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1014559667331584802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/raking-leaves.html' title='Raking leaves'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Svhi309PhvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_d1twsroU-0/s72-c/DSCN0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6131750109404825779</id><published>2009-11-09T07:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:51:12.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everyone we had a wonderful time. First Crystal and Chris come over with Skylar so that why he can spend Halloween with The kids. All day we listened to scary music and got the girls really I say girls because when I was getting Annastasia's makeup on Kynthia wanted me to but some on her as will so why not. I looked on the internet to see how to do Cleopatra makeup so I can get it close to it and Annastasia loved it every time I would stop because Kynthia would like me to do hers Annastasia would go look to see how it looks. Then she was run over to me saying she likes it. Kynthia she got dots on her checks she loved them and would go around tipping her head and say pretty :) I loved it. When it was finely time to go to the trunk a treat we took the kids out side and took some photos it was really fun. Kynthia was so existed that we could not get her to sit still. When we made it to the church for the trunk a treat Kynthia was not so sure of all the people that where there. But as soon as she found out that she got to get candy boy she was game. At one point Trevor and I stopped to talk to a friend and Kynthia was not going to wait around for use so she started to go without use. When we got home I asked everyone what did they like the best about the trunk a treat. Annastasia liked the candy. Kynthia liked bucket. Every time someone would but a candy in her bucket she would say bucket by the time we got home she was saying it really good. Trevor's was the tractor with a guy under it. I have to say what was really neat. Annastasia asking if it was real after I would tell her that is was fake she thought it was cool but she would not get to close to it LOL. For me the best part was when we found Lisa she was dressed up like a witch it was so good I made Trevor take a photo of her. The funny part was Trevor and I was just talking about when my mom would dress up like a witch for Halloween I really Enjoyed it. Trevor and Annastasia want me to dress up like that next year. We will have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVoKOt6qI/AAAAAAAAApc/8u45f83fNVM/s1600-h/956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402091532715944610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVoKOt6qI/AAAAAAAAApc/8u45f83fNVM/s320/956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVnmhp9xI/AAAAAAAAApU/bSRvV0AqTFE/s1600-h/960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402091523131701010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVnmhp9xI/AAAAAAAAApU/bSRvV0AqTFE/s320/960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVnCDYAPI/AAAAAAAAApM/zMpdpRkyTFg/s1600-h/959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402091513341018354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVnCDYAPI/AAAAAAAAApM/zMpdpRkyTFg/s320/959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVm7dCNDI/AAAAAAAAApE/-lNZm0XbcbY/s1600-h/963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402091511569593394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVm7dCNDI/AAAAAAAAApE/-lNZm0XbcbY/s320/963.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/6668884528978509150-6131750109404825779?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6131750109404825779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6131750109404825779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6131750109404825779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6131750109404825779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvgVoKOt6qI/AAAAAAAAApc/8u45f83fNVM/s72-c/956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7779236648561399185</id><published>2009-11-06T18:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:31:54.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>On October 30, 2009 we carved pumpkins we had a blast we had our nephews over as will and they got to do one. Trevor has so much fun helping them do theirs. They got to draw how they wanted it to be then after that Trevor cut out Brandon and Brody's. On Parkers he helped and showed him how to do it. I have to say he did a really good job. Annastasia did the same thing she was going to do a dragon but she decided to draw hers and cut it out, she did a really job with her big one. Annastasia's was the biggest one that we got this year she got tried cleaning it out. The kids were having fun seeing who had the most seeds and Annastasia is proud to say it was her. I did Kynthia's it is a spider and I have to say it is a really good one. Kynthia had fun playing with the seeds and making a mess all over the place. After we cut them we took photos of them with their pumpkins and everyone of them had fun when we got to Kynthia she did not what to touch it but she wanted her photo taken so she was going to let the pumpkin get close to her after a few photos Annastasia took the top off and Kynthia was so amazed by the inside that she was making everyone laugh at the things she was saying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS6sOw7UWI/AAAAAAAAAos/KU0VWpE10Yc/s1600-h/920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401147122164388194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS6sOw7UWI/AAAAAAAAAos/KU0VWpE10Yc/s320/920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS52i5kajI/AAAAAAAAAok/tQAEc7Q-xUc/s1600-h/923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146199856409138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS52i5kajI/AAAAAAAAAok/tQAEc7Q-xUc/s320/923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS52SRXDyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rv7zlbH4V_A/s1600-h/942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146195392794402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS52SRXDyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/rv7zlbH4V_A/s320/942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS518MTyNI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CQWYBzYoBZE/s1600-h/943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146189466028242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS518MTyNI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CQWYBzYoBZE/s320/943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS51UKYFJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xKTng1d1St0/s1600-h/944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401146178720502930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS51UKYFJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xKTng1d1St0/s320/944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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/6668884528978509150-7779236648561399185?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7779236648561399185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7779236648561399185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7779236648561399185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7779236648561399185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/carving-pumpkns.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvS6sOw7UWI/AAAAAAAAAos/KU0VWpE10Yc/s72-c/920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3249724084700621440</id><published>2009-11-03T15:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:13:12.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Parade</title><content type='html'>On October 28, 2009 Annastasia had a Halloween Parade at school it was really neat after I got Annastasia dressed as Cleopatra Kynthia wanted to get in her butterfly outfit. When we got Annastasia to school we went in to the gym and they had it all set up for the parade. It was so neat seeing everyone show up with their little ones that were dressed up like Kynthia. It was fun seeing all the kids in the outfits. Trevor and I both teach in Primary Trevor teaches the 7 year olds and I teach the 9 year olds. Every time one of the kids seen us they would wave and tell use what they are. Kynthia was having fun waving at everyone when they went by. Annastasia had a blast she loved being Cleopatra there was 2 other ones in her class and I thank she was the best looking Cleopatra. After the parade Annastasia had a party in her class she had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnagN_-JI/AAAAAAAAAoE/DU47OgR33BE/s1600-h/888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400000026984315026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnagN_-JI/AAAAAAAAAoE/DU47OgR33BE/s320/888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnaAVYvwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rOg6RQP60nQ/s1600-h/898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400000018425364226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnaAVYvwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rOg6RQP60nQ/s320/898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnZ5kSSII/AAAAAAAAAn0/uw6YjaLzqjU/s1600-h/914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400000016608807042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnZ5kSSII/AAAAAAAAAn0/uw6YjaLzqjU/s320/914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3249724084700621440?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3249724084700621440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3249724084700621440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3249724084700621440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3249724084700621440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-parade.html' title='The Halloween Parade'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvCnagN_-JI/AAAAAAAAAoE/DU47OgR33BE/s72-c/888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4447205765203430915</id><published>2009-11-03T12:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:18:53.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>On October 24, 2009 I was doing the laundry and every time I do the folding Kynthia is right there helping me. What she will do is take all the cloths that are in the basket and throw it around and when there is no more in the basket she will put some of them on. Like this lovely hat that she has on. She is such a big helper. She is now trying to fold them when she is dune with them they will look like a ball but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvBwu7BYjxI/AAAAAAAAAns/sNwd-0SuvhM/s1600-h/879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399939904637013778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvBwu7BYjxI/AAAAAAAAAns/sNwd-0SuvhM/s320/879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4447205765203430915?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4447205765203430915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4447205765203430915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4447205765203430915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4447205765203430915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-healper.html' title='My Little Helper'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SvBwu7BYjxI/AAAAAAAAAns/sNwd-0SuvhM/s72-c/879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6634701307441580683</id><published>2009-10-30T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:34:01.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Butterflies</title><content type='html'>On October 24th we went out on a drive to see the beautiful colors of the leafs and on or dive we went to rainbow gardens. They had these wonderful butterfly seats so we took the photos of the girls. We had so much fun looking at some really neat stuff for your home and garden. It was nice to get out and see the sights and enjoy my family. Annastasia was existed to have fun outside of the home and see the neat trees. Kynthia just loved having fun with her bother she would get dune drinking her milk and she would give it to him and she just could not understand why he could not have it. After some time she decided to give it to Annastasia and she just put it in a cup holder. I love my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYUTp6AFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/au9tpUavOLo/s1600-h/871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398505684230340690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYUTp6AFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/au9tpUavOLo/s320/871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYT1_oECI/AAAAAAAAAnA/SmEUyGPljFk/s1600-h/874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398505676268376098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYT1_oECI/AAAAAAAAAnA/SmEUyGPljFk/s320/874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYThdsT2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/C8jJKv4N-L4/s1600-h/873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398505670757338978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYThdsT2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/C8jJKv4N-L4/s320/873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6634701307441580683?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6634701307441580683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6634701307441580683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6634701307441580683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6634701307441580683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-butterflys.html' title='Our Butterflies'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutYUTp6AFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/au9tpUavOLo/s72-c/871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7131891576065241817</id><published>2009-10-30T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:15:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><content type='html'>On the 20th of October Kynthia was being her normal self getting into everything and wanting to do everything that Mom and Dad are doing. When I was cleaning in our room I found a nylon sock on the floor and before I could pick it up Kynthia got it and was playing with it. Trevor seen her playing with it and he put it on her head she thought that was cool and had it on all day. I love having children around reminding me to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutVrvIbcKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bYSi2Px_tkY/s1600-h/862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398502788208226466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutVrvIbcKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bYSi2Px_tkY/s320/862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7131891576065241817?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131891576065241817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7131891576065241817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7131891576065241817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7131891576065241817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutVrvIbcKI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bYSi2Px_tkY/s72-c/862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2899632153177352517</id><published>2009-10-30T14:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:33:52.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is 1 month old</title><content type='html'>Ronin turned 1 month old on the 11 of October. What fun he has been in our lives. He is trying to laugh and loves to try to talk to use in the morning and when I change him. Trevor is so happy to have another boy in the family. Right at this time he has blue eyes and we hope that they stay that why but time will tell. He is looking more like his dad every day and I love it. Kynthia just loves him she always wants to hold him and kiss him every chance she has. Annastasia is so happy to have a brother every day after school she wants to hold him until he wants to be feed that is then she will be more than happy to give him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutC95UDdzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t1cYsBZKS2Q/s1600-h/DSCN0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398482209458059058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutC95UDdzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t1cYsBZKS2Q/s320/DSCN0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutC9bJf4BI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xf2N6H2lNa8/s1600-h/856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398482201360719890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutC9bJf4BI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xf2N6H2lNa8/s320/856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6668884528978509150-2899632153177352517?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2899632153177352517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2899632153177352517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2899632153177352517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2899632153177352517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ronin-is-1-month-old.html' title='Ronin is 1 month old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SutC95UDdzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/t1cYsBZKS2Q/s72-c/DSCN0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5207036472495925433</id><published>2009-10-14T22:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:33:16.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I have a crush on someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/StaZZnzSMhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MkcbYd77UKY/s1600-h/815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392666269282611730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/StaZZnzSMhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MkcbYd77UKY/s320/815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O my when Annastasia came home today that is what she told me. She was just about to start to practice on the piano when she told me that she has a crush on a boy I was so shocked. The neat thing was how open she was with me. It was strange to have this talk with her about a boy that she likes. I found out that his name is Eric and that he lives down the road and that he has blue eyes and blond hair and that he is in her class. She and I had a wonderful talk about boys. I was really happy that she would talk to me about this. Later I told Trevor about it and he took it really will I thought he would freak out about it but he did not he was really good about it. After some time Trevor came to me and asked why is it that no matter what we do our children grow up without our permission. I have to agree with him about that. Every time I look at her sometimes I see her as a little girl then other days I see her as a wonderful young lady that is growing up to fast. Then I start to feel old LOL. I love having her in my life she is always there for me to talk to know matter what is going on in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5207036472495925433?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5207036472495925433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5207036472495925433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5207036472495925433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5207036472495925433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-i-have-crush-on-someone.html' title='Mom I have a crush on someone.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/StaZZnzSMhI/AAAAAAAAAmY/MkcbYd77UKY/s72-c/815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5727636982918613755</id><published>2009-10-05T17:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:31:30.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting our Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>On the 2nd of October we went with Crystal and Chris to get pumpkins for the kids we got to have a hay ride. Annastasia got a really big pumpkin she had a hard time picking it up as you can tell in the photo. Kynthia had fun picking hers out she is sitting on her pumpkins. After we got dune with getting the pumpkins the girls had fun looking at the fish in the pond. So much fun I love this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3m8Rzw1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5L-t2khvRjc/s1600-h/828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389251415001776978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3m8Rzw1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5L-t2khvRjc/s320/828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3mXOBwvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/pjh6fILc9t8/s1600-h/826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389251405053805298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3mXOBwvI/AAAAAAAAAmI/pjh6fILc9t8/s320/826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3l7lMMrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UYVOQTuhHEo/s1600-h/817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389251397634765490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3l7lMMrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UYVOQTuhHEo/s320/817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5727636982918613755?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5727636982918613755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5727636982918613755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5727636982918613755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5727636982918613755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-pumpkins.html' title='Getting our Pumpkins'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Ssp3m8Rzw1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5L-t2khvRjc/s72-c/828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-8007323206712012080</id><published>2009-10-02T09:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:42:14.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin's Blessing</title><content type='html'>On Sep 27th Ronin was blessed my wonderful husband was the one that did it and what a great job he did. I was really grateful to have my mom and dad there they came over from Idaho to be there for it. This photo is of my dad with Kynthia and Ronin the funny thing is Trevor and I were saying that we would have to make my dad hold Ronin and take a photo but when they came over my mom and dad were fighting over how got to hold him. I have to say it was nice to see that. The morning of his blessing my dad wanted to hold Ronin and Kynthia wanted to get on his lap as will so we took a photo. The whole time they were here Kynthia was so happy to have papa and nana were she can see them. At first she was not sure if it was really them but at soon as she believed that they were here she was all over them. It was neat to see Kynthia running to my dad. Later that night my mom was trying to get Kynthia to say nana, then Kynthia grabbed my mom's face looked her in the eyes and said baba and so my mom says nana after about 3 or 4 times of this my mom says "you mean baba is for nana" and Kynthia told her yes. So this whole time we thought she was say baba for bottle she was trying to say nana. I am very happy about that because she has not been on a bottle for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYNT8mzSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PJCuH6Jgguw/s1600-h/797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388008640532924850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYNT8mzSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PJCuH6Jgguw/s320/797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-8007323206712012080?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/8007323206712012080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=8007323206712012080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8007323206712012080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8007323206712012080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ronins-blessing.html' title='Ronin&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYNT8mzSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PJCuH6Jgguw/s72-c/797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3818095252216157969</id><published>2009-09-26T09:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:10:45.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Man</title><content type='html'>Ronin is know 2 weeks old he has grown from 6.5 lbs to 7.6 lbs and 19in to 20.5in so are little man is grown really good even the Dr is happy with how he is doing. He is a great joy to all of use Annastasia and Kynthia love to hold him and kiss him. Trevor keeps on asking why is it that we have good babies I just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qhlqzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ETcP4i9yHDY/s1600-h/2009_6+Ronin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385788960917366626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qhlqzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ETcP4i9yHDY/s320/2009_6+Ronin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qg-4kcUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/w7ntW0ijWSE/s1600-h/%7Bb65174db-e5bb-4dca-a8c0-c2ccca13f6b0%7D_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385788950506139970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qg-4kcUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/w7ntW0ijWSE/s320/%7Bb65174db-e5bb-4dca-a8c0-c2ccca13f6b0%7D_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qgcUm52I/AAAAAAAAAlA/5C-MT1Crs9s/s1600-h/2009_9+Ronin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385788941228500834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qgcUm52I/AAAAAAAAAlA/5C-MT1Crs9s/s320/2009_9+Ronin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3818095252216157969?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3818095252216157969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3818095252216157969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3818095252216157969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3818095252216157969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-little-man.html' title='Our Little Man'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sr4qhlqzJ2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ETcP4i9yHDY/s72-c/2009_6+Ronin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-9007136356349206891</id><published>2009-09-20T18:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:29:33.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronin is here!!!</title><content type='html'>On September 11, 2009 Ronin Miles Hastie came in to the world at 8:23pm he was 6lbs. 5oz. and 19in. long. He is a great joy to the family. He is a wonderful baby the only time he cries is when he is hungry or need his dipper changed. He is a cuddle bug as will which is ok with me even Trevor likes that. Annastasia likes to hold him every day when she gets home from school. Kynthia wants to hold him every day. Every time he makes a noise that is when Kynthia will be right there to see him and give him a hug and kiss. I think it is so cute. When Trevor and I are holding him Kynthia will come over and play with his feet and his ears. I am so happy with my girls with their little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7H3pTMbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XyAB1b0mA-0/s1600-h/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383696148438659506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7H3pTMbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XyAB1b0mA-0/s320/IMG_1883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7HGEppbI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/G4jBairlCbY/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383696135131604402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7HGEppbI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/G4jBairlCbY/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7Gf011lI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YB2TJ9ikRVc/s1600-h/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383696124864747090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7Gf011lI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YB2TJ9ikRVc/s320/IMG_1896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-9007136356349206891?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/9007136356349206891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=9007136356349206891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/9007136356349206891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/9007136356349206891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/ronin-is-here.html' title='Ronin is here!!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra7H3pTMbI/AAAAAAAAAkY/XyAB1b0mA-0/s72-c/IMG_1883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4524617229066411795</id><published>2009-09-20T18:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:24:29.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Carrier</title><content type='html'>At the baby shower we got a carrier for the baby and Trevor had to get it out and try it on well Kynthia thought she needed to get it as will so Trevor but her in and she loved it he even stood in front of a mirror and she thought that was neat. Know we just hope that Ronin will like it as much as Kynthia did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra34BL9Y0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/oP_4dj73Ge4/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383692577587159874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra34BL9Y0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/oP_4dj73Ge4/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4524617229066411795?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4524617229066411795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4524617229066411795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4524617229066411795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4524617229066411795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-carrer.html' title='The New Carrier'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra34BL9Y0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/oP_4dj73Ge4/s72-c/IMG_1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-550382375608003240</id><published>2009-09-20T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:14:34.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>On Aug 29th I had a wonderful baby shower. I had a wonderful time with everyone I got really cute outfits for Ronin (are they cute if it is going to be on a boy LOL) Even Kynthia had fun with the paper and string that was in the gifts. I have to give a big thank you to Lynette, Lisa and Lori for this wonderful baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra1DRF6r3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/FhZa4Lc9bpY/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689472300461938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra1DRF6r3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/FhZa4Lc9bpY/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra1C9Rk9XI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vXCJBF8YN7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689466980660594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra1C9Rk9XI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vXCJBF8YN7Q/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6668884528978509150-550382375608003240?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/550382375608003240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=550382375608003240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/550382375608003240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/550382375608003240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-shawer.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sra1DRF6r3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/FhZa4Lc9bpY/s72-c/IMG_1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2920705033428897348</id><published>2009-09-20T17:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:28:13.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Daddy's boots</title><content type='html'>My mother-in-law got Trevor's trunk out that has a lot of his things from when he was younger. Kynthia had so much fun with daddy's boots, they were too big of course but she had so much fun with them. When she was dune playing with his old boots she got in the trunk and had fun with one of his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrawcPBS19I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Z5JYrkQVtX8/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383684403682793426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrawcPBS19I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Z5JYrkQVtX8/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrawbpV8p7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/J5UzQpGhiR0/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383684393568872370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrawbpV8p7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/J5UzQpGhiR0/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6668884528978509150-2920705033428897348?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2920705033428897348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2920705033428897348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2920705033428897348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2920705033428897348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/playing-with-daddys-boots.html' title='Playing with Daddy&apos;s boots'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrawcPBS19I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Z5JYrkQVtX8/s72-c/IMG_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6806120411679511438</id><published>2009-09-20T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:39:50.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th of July</title><content type='html'>On 4th of July we went to the Air Force Museum Trevor was like a kid in a candy store, it was fun seeing him talking about all the planes and what they do and what year they were. I would ask him what year and I would be amazed every time when he would get it. Annastasia had fun asking Trevor things and Trevor telling her about what they were looking at. I have to say I was impressed with how big they were and what they had there. Even Kynthia had fun in one room it echoed really well and she had fun yelling so she could hear it. Later that night Trevor had fun lighting the fireworks that we had. When we were dune he was smiling so big and saying that was fun and that he can't wait tell next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8BtkiCHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oPU8BjSLlHA/s1600-h/714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383626773422540914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8BtkiCHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oPU8BjSLlHA/s320/714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8BDN6R_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rj94l5A0a8w/s1600-h/673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383626762053371890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8BDN6R_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rj94l5A0a8w/s320/673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8AoI1DZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6v6yxC1doqc/s1600-h/672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383626754784300434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8AoI1DZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6v6yxC1doqc/s320/672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6806120411679511438?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6806120411679511438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6806120411679511438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6806120411679511438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6806120411679511438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SrZ8BtkiCHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oPU8BjSLlHA/s72-c/714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2864905719784138791</id><published>2009-08-17T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:46:45.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Father's Day</title><content type='html'>On June 21, 2009 we went and spend some time with Trevor's Dad and when we were just sitting around talking Kynthia was playing with a truck then Trevor's sister Barbara put her in the back and pushed her she liking that. Barbara's daughter wanted to join the fun as will so Barbara put her on the back and that is when Kynthia wanted to bush her, they had so much fun Nadine would laugh every time. Kynthia would bush her until she would bumped into something then she would go to the other side and bush again.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say to my Dad and my husband Happy Fathers day love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Solc0LuSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAio/R-ezVxogUKE/s1600-h/649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926082185897922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Solc0LuSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAio/R-ezVxogUKE/s320/649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2864905719784138791?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2864905719784138791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2864905719784138791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2864905719784138791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2864905719784138791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-fathers-day.html' title='On Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Solc0LuSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAio/R-ezVxogUKE/s72-c/649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-921670459170975937</id><published>2009-08-16T23:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:51:01.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor on the road with Chris</title><content type='html'>On June 18, 2009 Trevor wanted to go on the road with Chris his brother-in-law. He got to ride in a big truck polling a trailer. He was able to see most of the Utah area and when he was there they had to wait for them to unload the truck and when they were wanting they got to see the trees that they were putting in for someone. And they were big you can see in the photo the guy getting in the crane and the tree is so big that they needed to have to crane to get it were they needed. Then latter they got to see Michael Jordan in his car. They were setting there when he drove by, that just made his day. Trevor and Chris came home telling us all about their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sojcv1NM_II/AAAAAAAAAig/UvatXgjQtOQ/s1600-h/622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785269933735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sojcv1NM_II/AAAAAAAAAig/UvatXgjQtOQ/s320/622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SojcvWDN36I/AAAAAAAAAiY/oe7Jt6QbYQI/s1600-h/629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785261570351010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SojcvWDN36I/AAAAAAAAAiY/oe7Jt6QbYQI/s320/629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6668884528978509150-921670459170975937?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/921670459170975937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=921670459170975937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/921670459170975937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/921670459170975937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/08/trevor-on-road-with-chris.html' title='Trevor on the road with Chris'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sojcv1NM_II/AAAAAAAAAig/UvatXgjQtOQ/s72-c/622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1032451662563598625</id><published>2009-08-10T08:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:13:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining the Family</title><content type='html'>On June 8th Kynthia was being her normal self after her bath. Every night after she has a bath she will dance and play for a good hour and this day she was running back and forth by the coffee table with her hand on the top and singing when she did it was so cute. After a while she went to one end and sat down and got up again, she did this over and over. I was so amazed at how much energy that she has I just wish I had that much energy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SoAbLA8AXaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vK3Z4eODx8k/s1600-h/591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368320631869824418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SoAbLA8AXaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vK3Z4eODx8k/s320/591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1032451662563598625?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1032451662563598625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1032451662563598625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1032451662563598625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1032451662563598625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/08/entertaning-family.html' title='Entertaining the Family'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SoAbLA8AXaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vK3Z4eODx8k/s72-c/591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6619085135427055935</id><published>2009-08-08T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:24:50.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it to Utah</title><content type='html'>On June 1, 2009 we got to Utah. Trevor the girls and I moved to Utah in the hopes that Trevor will find a job I can only pray that he will. The drive was not that bad it only took 9hr because of the fact that I am 6 months pregnant and every other hour we had to stop so that I could get out and walk I am just glad it was not going to be more then one day I don't think I could have made it there in one piece. Annastasia and Kynthia were not too happy about moving as was my mom and I have to say it was not easy for me as will because I was enjoying spending the day with my mom and her horses. The hole time we were getting things ready to go my dad would say that Kynthia is not going to know who he is when he sees her again, the funny thing is every time I am on the phone with him he asked to talk with the girls and when I ask Kynthia if she wants to talk to papa she comes running to the phone sometimes she will talk others she just smiles. So Dad I have to say I don't think she is going to forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6619085135427055935?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6619085135427055935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6619085135427055935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6619085135427055935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6619085135427055935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-made-it-to-utah.html' title='We made it to Utah'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6321765157554933371</id><published>2009-08-06T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:45:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craters of the Moon</title><content type='html'>Before Annastasia got out of school we went the Craters of the Moon it was a fun day for all of use, My mom and dad went with or I should say we went with them LOL. At first when we got there I was looking for a volcano like the ones you see on the TV but we did not see one. When we finely got there it was raining on use but after a little while it went away and we were able to enjoy the day. We got to go in a cave were the lava flow was it was really neat, I'm just glad that nothing happened to me when we were walking down in to it because it was harder then it looked when we got there I almost said that I will wait at the top for them to come back. When we got down in there it was really neat seeing Annastasia looking and asking what everything was. At one point everyone but Kynthia and I went on to clime the rocks to see what was on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SnropShtwmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/imUpMDCgmYY/s1600-h/495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366857702010896994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SnropShtwmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/imUpMDCgmYY/s320/495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor took this Photo of my Mom and Dad with Annastasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SnropLlLAcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HvQ-kNmt8Os/s1600-h/490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366857700146348482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SnropLlLAcI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HvQ-kNmt8Os/s320/490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Trevor on top of the rocks that I did not clime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Snroo_SYjXI/AAAAAAAAAho/0njM1huWCY4/s1600-h/484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366857696846318962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Snroo_SYjXI/AAAAAAAAAho/0njM1huWCY4/s320/484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where they went climbing and were we had to climb down in to it was just about the same.&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/6668884528978509150-6321765157554933371?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6321765157554933371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6321765157554933371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6321765157554933371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6321765157554933371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/08/craters-of-moon.html' title='Craters of the Moon'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SnropShtwmI/AAAAAAAAAh4/imUpMDCgmYY/s72-c/495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1880382384321575918</id><published>2009-05-30T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:07:05.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a Boy!!!</title><content type='html'>We found out on May 5th that we are having a Boy we are so happy. It was neat when Annastasia found out that she is going to have a baby brother at first she looked at use then went over to me and patted my tummy and said "Hi Ronin I cannot want for you to come" I loved it. Trevor is very happy he had to call everyone and tell them that we are having a Boy. The name that we have for him at this time is Ronin Miles Hastie. The Photo is of him in a sitting position and you are looking from underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SiGBfh7GTpI/AAAAAAAAAhg/O_wxLj5OA5w/s1600-h/2009_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341693011720294034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SiGBfh7GTpI/AAAAAAAAAhg/O_wxLj5OA5w/s320/2009_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1880382384321575918?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1880382384321575918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1880382384321575918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1880382384321575918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1880382384321575918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-boy.html' title='It is a Boy!!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SiGBfh7GTpI/AAAAAAAAAhg/O_wxLj5OA5w/s72-c/2009_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1940114596180596892</id><published>2009-05-17T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:01:48.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Carnival</title><content type='html'>This week is the Apple Blossom Festival and that means that the Carnival is in town. Annastasia was so happy to be able to ride on all of the rides that they had. Trevor went on some of them but not all of them even Kynthia got to ride one. We left the carnival to see the Outlaw lawn dragsters race, which was a blast. Kynthia was not too sure of the sounds that they mad but she still liked it when they came by. Annastasia just wanted to go back to the carnival but as soon as they started to go past her she was all in to it. Even my mom and dad was there they seemed to have fun and that is all that matters. We even got to see a pie eating contest that was really fun to see even though it was sick at one point. All in all we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShBLNBSK-dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5nRfe4kJaxE/s1600-h/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336848245489072594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShBLNBSK-dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5nRfe4kJaxE/s320/306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShBLM0YEAOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/km7bs827zHY/s1600-h/313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336848242024120546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShBLM0YEAOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/km7bs827zHY/s320/313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6668884528978509150-1940114596180596892?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1940114596180596892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1940114596180596892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1940114596180596892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1940114596180596892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-carnival.html' title='At the Carnival'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShBLNBSK-dI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5nRfe4kJaxE/s72-c/306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4840664888630907206</id><published>2009-05-17T11:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:22:16.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair</title><content type='html'>On May 15, 2009 Annastasia had been working on her state which is California. For a month now Annastasia has been coming home telling me all about what she has been learning about California. I was amazed of how much she knew. Trevor, Kynthia and I went to her school to see her project; we had to find her in the gym because that is where she was. After being stopped my 3 kids because they were so excited to show me there projects that they have done. Finely we get to where Annastasia is, she is so excited that she forgot what we were doing there. So after the hugs and kisses and showing me her friends she finely remembers why we came and she tells us everything that she has learned about California like the state flag why it is there flag, the state seal and why they made it the way they did things like that. I was really pleased with her she did a really good job. After she got dune telling me about her state she started to jump up and down telling me that she got an A on her state. Great job Annastasia you did a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShA5Olb9FUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LjmKi5jH0fc/s1600-h/304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336828481164350786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShA5Olb9FUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LjmKi5jH0fc/s320/304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4840664888630907206?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4840664888630907206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4840664888630907206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4840664888630907206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4840664888630907206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-fair.html' title='State Fair'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ShA5Olb9FUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LjmKi5jH0fc/s72-c/304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3145574302955216006</id><published>2009-05-15T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:54:44.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm we had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On May 3, 2009 it had been raining off and on all day so when we heard the rain coming down we did not think of it that munch but it started to get louder and louder so we looked outside and we found out that it was hailing not just small ones it was big size ones. It was tarring the lives off of the trees. Kynthia was not too happy about the sound that it was making and Annastasia wanted to play in it until she found out that it would heart if she did but other than that everyone was OK. But then we remembered that my mom and dad were just getting off of work so with in a scent my dad came home. He was telling us that he had to get out of the car to clean his window so he could see. My thought would be to pull over and want for the storm to pass. Just after the storm was about to stop my mom came home and I was glad that every one made it home in safety. But I have to say what a storm.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sg40Vu8GNYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nX9W9XIFLQs/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336260156462609794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sg40Vu8GNYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nX9W9XIFLQs/s320/276.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/6668884528978509150-3145574302955216006?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3145574302955216006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3145574302955216006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3145574302955216006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3145574302955216006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/storm-we-had.html' title='The Storm we had...'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sg40Vu8GNYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nX9W9XIFLQs/s72-c/276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1138338729578926476</id><published>2009-05-08T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:19:37.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Family</title><content type='html'>April 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Trevor the kids and I went with my Mom and Dad to see the family in La Grand OR we got to see everyone that was in the area. It was nice seeing everyone Crystal and I were able to visit and catch up on everything. My daughter Annastasia and my cousin Hannah, they had a wonderful time talking with each other it was nice seeing Annastasia having fun with her. Hannah is 4 years older than Annastasia, when I would look at them all of a sudden I saw Annastasia 15 years old. It scared me, then my Mom really scared me she said "at that age I was pregnant with you" Trevor over heard and said "I would kill her" and she said "no you would not, you would not say a word to her for 3 weeks like my dad did, then you would get up and leave the room when she came in because you would be to scared of what you will say" but I have to say I would have to hold my husband down so we would not heart the young man but then again I just might let him wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgTl7Lx9gII/AAAAAAAAAfA/md2AriZ6cVI/s1600-h/251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333640663650893954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgTl7Lx9gII/AAAAAAAAAfA/md2AriZ6cVI/s320/251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgTl6oGSPZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-vScmEfh1Mg/s1600-h/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333640654072462738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgTl6oGSPZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-vScmEfh1Mg/s320/245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6668884528978509150-1138338729578926476?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1138338729578926476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1138338729578926476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1138338729578926476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1138338729578926476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-family.html' title='Seeing Family'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgTl7Lx9gII/AAAAAAAAAfA/md2AriZ6cVI/s72-c/251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3027866972102401226</id><published>2009-05-05T22:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:17:03.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor on a Horse...</title><content type='html'>April 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After my mom was dune working with Lucy for the day she asked if anybody wanted to get on Lucy and I heard someone say that I would like to, I could not believe my ears I looked at Trevor and he was greening from ear to ear. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes. I watched my husband (who has told me more than once that he will never ride a horse) go right up to Lucy and asked my mom what he needs to do and then I seen him get on her like he has been doing it his whole life I was in awe. After he got off of her he told me that he would like to do that again someday all I could do was laugh and thank to myself that Trevor has the bug for riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgD-3SVGZtI/AAAAAAAAAew/-6aeTucwQvg/s1600-h/100_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332542184573265618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgD-3SVGZtI/AAAAAAAAAew/-6aeTucwQvg/s320/100_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3027866972102401226?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3027866972102401226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3027866972102401226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3027866972102401226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3027866972102401226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/trevor-on-horse.html' title='Trevor on a Horse...'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgD-3SVGZtI/AAAAAAAAAew/-6aeTucwQvg/s72-c/100_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1038190508110506570</id><published>2009-05-05T13:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:14:27.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun on a Tractor</title><content type='html'>On April 17, 2009 This old tractor has been around for a long time. Over at my ant Vickey's house there is a field on her property that have old cars and other things on it. When I was younger my brothers and I would play in this field, we had so much fun out there. Trevor, Kynthia and I went with my mom over to my ant Vickey's to play with the horses and when I went to look for Trevor and Kynthia this is what I found, Kynthia on this old tractor that I played on so I had to take her photo on it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332425417875882466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgCUqkfBgeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G0KgNvij1Z0/s320/100_0279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1038190508110506570?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1038190508110506570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1038190508110506570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1038190508110506570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1038190508110506570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-fun-on-tractor.html' title='Having fun on a Tractor'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SgCUqkfBgeI/AAAAAAAAAeo/G0KgNvij1Z0/s72-c/100_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2399451652491236121</id><published>2009-04-19T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:11:35.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They are Undefeated!!</title><content type='html'>Annastasia had her last game yesterday. Her team was trying so hard to get Annastasia to make a goal but every time someone would kick it away. Annastasia had a wonderful time in the game and they won 4 to 0. After the game we went out for pizza. We were told that we are going to play soccer with the kids on Wednesday so it will be parents against the kids so this will be fun. The coach told everyone that Annastasia was the most improved player they had this season and I have to agree with that. Annastasia is so happy about this season that she is looking forward to playing again in the fall so we will see what will happen. I want to say a big thank you to Becky and Ray for working with Annastasia. They helped build her confidence and I am grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2399451652491236121?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2399451652491236121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2399451652491236121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2399451652491236121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2399451652491236121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-are-undefeated.html' title='They are Undefeated!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1112848785905578172</id><published>2009-04-16T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:09:27.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 16 weeks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sed4G_oD8MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W7FBxrGdUgs/s1600-h/scan0132%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325357145942913218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sed4G_oD8MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W7FBxrGdUgs/s320/scan0132%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 1st of April I went in for an ultrasound at that time I thought that I was 12 weeks. We went in and we found out that I was 16 weeks wow I could not believe it boy was I shocked. My mom was teasing me saying that it was not fare that I get to carry this baby for 8 months and not 9. Whatever mom, but I have to say being 4 months is a shock. We both were shock to find out that we were going to have another one but now that I am 4 in and a half months I am getting wormed up to it. Kynthia has been patting my tummy when ever Trevor or I say baby, the other day at church Kynthia say a baby and I told her that it was a baby she looked at the baby then looked at me and pointed at me. I told her ya baby she just looked at me with aw. We just hope that Kynthia will be ready when the baby comes.&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/6668884528978509150-1112848785905578172?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1112848785905578172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1112848785905578172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1112848785905578172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1112848785905578172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-16-weeks.html' title='I am 16 weeks!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sed4G_oD8MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W7FBxrGdUgs/s72-c/scan0132%5B1%5D+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1183220217541387205</id><published>2009-04-15T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:07:33.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SeXwVNkt4zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JMT0XRh5eUE/s1600-h/100_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324926381647061810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SeXwVNkt4zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JMT0XRh5eUE/s320/100_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a wonderful Easter we had, it was full of fun and excitement and a little hart brake. Annastasia told me first thing in the morning that she knows that I am the Easter Bunny, I was in shock. What was I going to do but hug her and ask her what she thinks of it, she laughed and told me that it was cool what my daughter used cool on me. I must be getting old LOL. After I got over the shock that Annastasia is growing up we got ready for church. There we learned about our loving saver Jesus Christ and everything that he did for us and why we calibrate Easter, it was the first time that Annastasia was really in to it, so I guess it is not so bad that she is growing up :) After church we went home and had a Easter egg hunt, it was so much fun seeing the girls run around finding eggs. This was the first year the Kynthia was able to look for eggs, it only took her one time to be shown what to do after that she was on the go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1183220217541387205?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1183220217541387205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1183220217541387205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1183220217541387205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1183220217541387205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SeXwVNkt4zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JMT0XRh5eUE/s72-c/100_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4013641987828814309</id><published>2009-04-06T08:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:45:33.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SdoFurax-FI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N60J3bRBwAo/s1600-h/100_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321572209178835026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SdoFurax-FI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N60J3bRBwAo/s320/100_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SdoFuKs_szI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yUm2iupfxC8/s1600-h/100_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321572200396862258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SdoFuKs_szI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yUm2iupfxC8/s320/100_0145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been having fun with the girls this week Annastasia has had 3 games this week and Kynthia has tried so hard to get in the game and play she so want to do everything that Annastasia does I thank it is cute even though Annastasia does not thank so sometimes. Annastasia got sick on Friday she had a timp of 102 so I took her to her Dr and she told use that she just has a cold. For her Saturday game she was not felling her best but she did a really good job she even almost made a goal it was so cool. I just hope that I can see her game on Tuesday because I have activity days at church, Annastasia won't be there because of her game so I am hoping that I can see some of the game, we will see what will happen. &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/6668884528978509150-4013641987828814309?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4013641987828814309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4013641987828814309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4013641987828814309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4013641987828814309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/04/having-fun.html' title='Having Fun'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SdoFurax-FI/AAAAAAAAAd4/N60J3bRBwAo/s72-c/100_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2423885085343025685</id><published>2009-03-29T08:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:39:35.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annastasia...you go girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sc9-AlRus7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tR5Q5YcsRM4/s1600-h/soccer18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318608233419420594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sc9-AlRus7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tR5Q5YcsRM4/s320/soccer18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday Annastasia had a soccer game and I was so shocked by what I saw out there, it was like Annastasia was a different kid or something it was great. She was playing with everything she had every time the ball came towards her she would kick that ball with everything she had or she would bass it to someone else it was wonderful. Every time she would do that I would be yelling with all my heart and soul that she was doing well. By the end of the game she was even being very aggressive to the point that she would take it from someone and bass it on. Before this game she would be too scared to get that close to someone to be able to do it. You go girl that was the best game she has played I am so proud of her.&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/6668884528978509150-2423885085343025685?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2423885085343025685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2423885085343025685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2423885085343025685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2423885085343025685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/annastasiayou-go-girl.html' title='Annastasia...you go girl!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Sc9-AlRus7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tR5Q5YcsRM4/s72-c/soccer18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1652534402073977350</id><published>2009-03-26T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:37:26.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hall Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scvv7IwVsKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/N0uPnKxt4M0/s1600-h/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607584282554530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scvv7IwVsKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/N0uPnKxt4M0/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor has been very busy with redoing my mom and dad hall way. He is taking the old wall down and putting a new one up. What he is doing in the photo is the lighting they wanted a better light in the hall way so he is getting it up there. Trevor lost his job in February and he has been going nuts around the house so my mom is putting him to work. We have also decided to move to UT. Because there is more job opportunities there then here, but we are not moving tell Jun so that way Annastasia can finish school. We found out just before he lost his job that I am pregnant again it was a major surprise but we are happy and can't wait.&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/6668884528978509150-1652534402073977350?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1652534402073977350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1652534402073977350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1652534402073977350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1652534402073977350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hall-way.html' title='The Hall Way.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scvv7IwVsKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/N0uPnKxt4M0/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6245053094580356005</id><published>2009-03-26T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:35:07.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a flat tier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvqUT3QzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5hePlppvGGI/s1600-h/01-18-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317601419691347154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvqUT3QzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5hePlppvGGI/s320/01-18-03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to get Trevor from work I had Annastasia and Kynthia with me when I heard something then my car was driving funny so I pulled over I got out and yes I had a flat tier I could not believe it Trevor was going to get off in about 30 mints and I was not going to be there. I am so glad to have a cell phone I was able to call my Dad to come and help me with the tier of course he had to tease me about it but that is all good. Annastasia and I sang songs and Kynthia was playing with everything she could get a hold of but other than that they were great. A police officer came by just before my Mom and Dad got there so my Dad did not have to change the tier. So they got use to a motel to stay in because it was 9pm when we got to the motel Trevor was tired as well as the kids and me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317601435282673010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvqVN8hjXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Kqs7xJ2H5rE/s320/01-19-01.JPG" /&gt;The next day I got to Less Swab to get the tier fixed and found out that all 4 of them needed dune so we got new once. Annastasia was really good at keeping Kynthia entertained while I was busy with getting everything done so we could get the tiers. I am so proud of my daughter I know that it could have been a lot worse than it was if it was not for her. Annastasia I want you to know how much I love you and how much help you were for me on that day.&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/6668884528978509150-6245053094580356005?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6245053094580356005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6245053094580356005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6245053094580356005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6245053094580356005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-got-flat-tier.html' title='I got a flat tier!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvqUT3QzNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5hePlppvGGI/s72-c/01-18-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2393694907850699580</id><published>2009-03-26T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:30:15.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor with a beard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvoZB3eWRI/AAAAAAAAAck/B1Ykrt7VLh4/s1600-h/02-05-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317599301736487186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvoZB3eWRI/AAAAAAAAAck/B1Ykrt7VLh4/s320/02-05-02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Trevor did try to grow a beard until it became too itchy that he cut it off. But I have to say he grows a really good one. I know that is family will go nuts when they see this just because they never seen this on him but that is all good. You can breathe easy know he does not have it know LOL. We took this photo just before he cut it off to bad because I liked it o will that is life.&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/6668884528978509150-2393694907850699580?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2393694907850699580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2393694907850699580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2393694907850699580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2393694907850699580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/trevor-with-beard.html' title='Trevor with a beard.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/ScvoZB3eWRI/AAAAAAAAAck/B1Ykrt7VLh4/s72-c/02-05-02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-10543337569336516</id><published>2009-03-26T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:27:38.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu91HRsS4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MWKtIMvhMSQ/s1600-h/01-16-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317552505224973186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu91HRsS4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MWKtIMvhMSQ/s320/01-16-03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kynthia loves to help out in the kitchen even when we are cooking or getting the dished dune. She loves to be right in there with us. At first all we would hear is wining from Kynthia and it was getting on my nerves so one day my mom but her on the counter to help with what she was doing and there was no wining I could not believe my ears. So after that whenever we are doing something and she wants to see we will let her be part of it.&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/6668884528978509150-10543337569336516?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/10543337569336516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=10543337569336516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/10543337569336516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/10543337569336516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/nanas-little-helper.html' title='Nana&apos;s Little helper'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu91HRsS4I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MWKtIMvhMSQ/s72-c/01-16-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5548499645564338224</id><published>2009-03-26T12:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:26:19.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annastasia's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu6JNIE8dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cFw1IHkoknY/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317548452346130898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu6JNIE8dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cFw1IHkoknY/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Annastasia came home from school she had no idea that she was going to have a party (will I thank she did not know but you never know with kids) when she came home Trevor got her with silly string it was so much fun. The theme of the party was Hannah Montana she loved it we all had a fun time. Anna got gifts and even a cake shaped like a guitar. We would had more silly string if it was not for my dad he was being ornery that day so I got him with it because Trevor did not want to but that was OK because I got him the silly man. All in all we had a great Time. Happy birthday Annastasia we love you. She is now 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6668884528978509150-5548499645564338224?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5548499645564338224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5548499645564338224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5548499645564338224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5548499645564338224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/03/annastasias-birthday-party.html' title='Annastasia&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/Scu6JNIE8dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cFw1IHkoknY/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2878273552284627490</id><published>2009-02-12T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:24:55.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Annastasia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annastasia you came it to my life at the right time. You came 2 months early, you just had to get out and see the world. Right from the start you were a fighter. You are a great blessing to me and I am so happy to have you in my life. You know how to make me feel better about myself and you always have something nice to say about everything. Seeing you grow into a loving woman is a wonderful joy to me and your dad we love you so much Happy Birthday sweetie we hope that you have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SZSJbVp5voI/AAAAAAAAAb8/1H1pkCROyCc/s1600-h/scan0088.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302013764084285058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SZSJbVp5voI/AAAAAAAAAb8/1H1pkCROyCc/s320/scan0088.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302013791253652914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SZSJc63lZbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/HaRJ5tds-PA/s320/scan0150.png" /&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_5302013799601015570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SZSJdZ9wCxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K-CCTAnFgSY/s320/IMGA0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2878273552284627490?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2878273552284627490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2878273552284627490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2878273552284627490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2878273552284627490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-annnastasia.html' title='Happy Birthday Annastasia!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SZSJbVp5voI/AAAAAAAAAb8/1H1pkCROyCc/s72-c/scan0088.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6249419200324667312</id><published>2009-01-31T18:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:22:38.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SYTrcXHUE4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/aacHHnz2DXI/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297617934168101762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SYTrcXHUE4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/aacHHnz2DXI/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry it has been a long time since I have typed anything. We have been busy. With Anna going back to school and Kynthia know in to everything I do mean everything. I have not had the time to set down and type. Let me catch you up on our little family. Trevor is still working at Micron and loving it very much. Annastasia is doing really good in school, she came home the other day and told me that she has a boyfriend...don't panic...that is what I was telling myself when she told me. I had to ask the right questions to find out about them and him. When we were done talking I found out that his name is Matt and that they are just FRIENDS not boyfriend and girlfriend. I was able to breath after that. I was just glad that Trevor was not there when she told me. Kynthia is now 1 years old and has to walk every were we go which I like sometimes. The other day we were in Wal-mart and she was walking and singing having so much fun. I love it when they are like that. She loves to make Annastasia laugh as long as she got her to laugh she is happy and then she will go to me or Trevor to get use laugh. The only time she is unhappy is when her teeth are hurting other than that she is a great joy to have. Myself I am having fun with my mom her and I are getting her scrapbook dune. Looking at the photos of me and my brothers when we were little is a lot of fun. We laugh and get the girls in to it. Anna told me that I look like a boy in one of the photos I just told her :) thanks love you too child. Other than that we are doing really well. Hope everyone is doing well as will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6249419200324667312?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6249419200324667312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6249419200324667312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6249419200324667312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6249419200324667312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-we-are-up-to.html' title='What we are up to.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SYTrcXHUE4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/aacHHnz2DXI/s72-c/IMG_1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7591498311477532925</id><published>2008-12-13T17:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:13:05.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kynthia is 1 years old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kynthia is now 1 I cannot believe it. It seems like yesterday that I brought her home. So much has happened in one year she has learned how to walk and loves to talk and She will say this so you can tell her what it is. It's wonderful to see Kynthia and Annastasia play and interact with each other. It has been a blessing to see the world in Kynthia's eyes and play with her when it is just her and I. I am so grateful that I was able to have another wonderful daughter to play and bond with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother Gene called Kynthia on her birthday and told me that I needed to get her a cake and have her eat it and not clean her up until we took a photo of her so I hope Gene is happy because she was a mess, I just wish Gene was there so he could clean her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SURMd_KcC5I/AAAAAAAAAas/GMSHwTkIVMM/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279428741240195986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SURMd_KcC5I/AAAAAAAAAas/GMSHwTkIVMM/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279428741504102498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SURMeAJW8GI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IWYFvb-W4yM/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7591498311477532925?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7591498311477532925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7591498311477532925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7591498311477532925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7591498311477532925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/12/kynthia-is-1-years-old.html' title='Kynthia is 1 years old!!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SURMd_KcC5I/AAAAAAAAAas/GMSHwTkIVMM/s72-c/IMG_1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6127989193087311827</id><published>2008-12-12T22:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:51:59.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Trimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annastasia and Jacob had a blast decorating the tree. After they got dune with that they had fun playing it was so much fun just watching them. I even had to ask my mom if my brothers and I acted like they were. She laughed and told me that we did and we were worse than they were, I could not see that she just laughed. It's all good I am just glad that Annastasia is having a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SUM-9i0JQuI/AAAAAAAAAak/g0KxbuzL6qM/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279132415246811874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SUM-9i0JQuI/AAAAAAAAAak/g0KxbuzL6qM/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-6127989193087311827?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6127989193087311827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6127989193087311827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6127989193087311827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6127989193087311827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-trimming.html' title='Tree Trimming'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SUM-9i0JQuI/AAAAAAAAAak/g0KxbuzL6qM/s72-c/IMG_1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5039329546753238828</id><published>2008-12-12T15:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:50:40.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year was a great time for my family for thanksgiving we had a wonderful time with my family. This was the first time my Mom used her china set that she got. I had a great time putting it together I even mad name cards for everyone that was coming for the dinner it was nice to be with the family during the time. That was one of the things that I was thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day after my family had their dinner we went to Utah to be with Trevor's family and it was really nice to be able to be with them and see the kids playing with each other. Happy Thanksgiving to you all hope you all had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SULXrrGMoiI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e22GPetcuM/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279018858534707746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SULXrrGMoiI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e22GPetcuM/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SULXrP52crI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xCR6DUWBJRU/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279018851235164850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SULXrP52crI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xCR6DUWBJRU/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5039329546753238828?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5039329546753238828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5039329546753238828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5039329546753238828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5039329546753238828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SULXrrGMoiI/AAAAAAAAAac/_e22GPetcuM/s72-c/IMG_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-9183239279561014924</id><published>2008-11-18T21:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:47:54.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Official!!</title><content type='html'>Kynthia is now walking I know I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it myself but she is. The other day she was trying to find me so I called her name and she walked to me from one room to another I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; that I cheered her on after that she has been walking. Everyone is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;...Right now she is trying to run but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she does she will fall but other than that she is doing really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-9183239279561014924?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/9183239279561014924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=9183239279561014924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/9183239279561014924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/9183239279561014924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-offical.html' title='It is Official!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3313186748103974231</id><published>2008-11-01T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:45:43.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Halloween everyone we had a great time after getting the girls in there outfits it was time to go trick or treating what a blast Kynthia was not to sure about all this but when she saw that Annastasia was liking it she tried it. It was not until she got a tootsie roll that she was happy and was ready to go. Annastasia was a prow she was great at helping others when they were not sure what to do. Then when we got back Anna had a blast handing out candy to everyone it was so much fun seeing her laugh and running to the door so she can get there before Nana and I. All my friends came by with their little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263696023422684642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQxnpSG-zeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/a5bd402bZuI/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQxnpuYe4nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/trxOSJiCHMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263696031012282994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQxnpuYe4nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/trxOSJiCHMQ/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3313186748103974231?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3313186748103974231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3313186748103974231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3313186748103974231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3313186748103974231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQxnpSG-zeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/a5bd402bZuI/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-8062686487843647973</id><published>2008-10-29T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:43:47.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had so much fun Kynthia was having fun tasting the pumpkins. I was so proud of Annastasia because she did hers all by herself. You go Anna! Annastasia did a skull with cross bones, I did a ghost, Trevor did Darth Vader, My mom did a jack o lantern face and my dad did a skull. This was the first time that we have done this kind of cutting it turned out to be allot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoja95IvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KFgMDX9qoMA/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782228558586610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoja95IvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KFgMDX9qoMA/s320/IMG_0949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkojd2PEtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hG-914dr9YY/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782229331776210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkojd2PEtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hG-914dr9YY/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoi-knSqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6eNIneNFnKw/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782220936366754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoi-knSqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6eNIneNFnKw/s320/IMG_0963.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/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoi5xzIuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aW4FRJaLw2k/s1600-h/IMGA0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262782219649491682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoi5xzIuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/aW4FRJaLw2k/s320/IMGA0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-8062686487843647973?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/8062686487843647973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=8062686487843647973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8062686487843647973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8062686487843647973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-pumpkins.html' title='Carving Pumpkins'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQkoja95IvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KFgMDX9qoMA/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2032556512018019554</id><published>2008-10-26T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:38:54.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been allot of fun seeing Kynthia with my mom. Right now she is working on a quilt for herself and I am helping her. Kynthia is always wanting to see what we are doing, she will say up and want to get on are laps so she can see for herself. It has been so much fun seeing her grow. And as you can see she is looking at the sewing machine trying to understand what it is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQTAMOIyafI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Pdfn9yrP21M/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261541580861499890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQTAMOIyafI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Pdfn9yrP21M/s320/IMG_0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2032556512018019554?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2032556512018019554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2032556512018019554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2032556512018019554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2032556512018019554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/nanas-little-helper.html' title='Nana&apos;s Little Helper'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SQTAMOIyafI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Pdfn9yrP21M/s72-c/IMG_0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7035178320969468156</id><published>2008-10-21T15:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:36:03.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past 5 years my mom has been making scarecrows. This year was fun because Annastasia and I got to help. I sowed the shirts to the pants then Annastasia helped Nana stuff them and my mom mad the faces. We had so much fun. The funny part was when we got the man finished we put him in a chair to wait until we finished the girl, every morning his face would be turned to his left. After two days of this I asked Annastasia if she knew why his face was turned that why? She told me that she was doing it because he was staring at her. O my I never thought that it would get to her like that. I told her that we will take it out and that night she was able to get her sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SP43R4xrxtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rVnCiCRXin4/s1600-h/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702195253397202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SP43R4xrxtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rVnCiCRXin4/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SP43R4OW62I/AAAAAAAAAV4/duIHIiD4LQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702195105229666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SP43R4OW62I/AAAAAAAAAV4/duIHIiD4LQQ/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7035178320969468156?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7035178320969468156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7035178320969468156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7035178320969468156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7035178320969468156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/scarecrows.html' title='Scarecrows'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SP43R4xrxtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rVnCiCRXin4/s72-c/IMG_0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-6914771706670717458</id><published>2008-10-19T17:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:34:00.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Richard and Sheena asked us if we wanted to go on a hay ride and get pumpkins and I thought that was a very good idea so Trevor the girls and I went with them and my mom and dad. We had a blast we got to get our own pumpkin out of the felled, we got to have a hay ride to where the pumpkins were and pick the one that we wanted and take it home it was so much fun. The only part that was scary was when my mom was holding Kynthia and she fell I am so glad that they both did not get hurt. The only thing that happened to Kynthia was a little scratched but other than that it was allot of fun. I got to spend some time with my brother and his wife and their little man Jacob he is a great joy to have around, Jacob and Annastasia had fun. After we got are pumpkins we let the kids have there photo taken with the hey stakes that they had their I just wish that I was better at taking photos but we still had fun and that is all that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998105951261282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu26futUmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wz11aOlONUo/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu26SVTMNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DfxQKg5Zuys/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998102355030226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu26SVTMNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DfxQKg5Zuys/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu2W0GgmTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/euJAqfzR3e0/s1600-h/IMG_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258997506050687106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu2Xk7RAII/AAAAAAAAAVM/iJh9XYe-ohU/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998110763238002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu26xp-QnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/loy6s_kfi-I/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258995898677355410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu06A_mY5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/SwaZJq-6djA/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu06SyBEKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xC-sIY08aag/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258995903452221602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu06SyBEKI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xC-sIY08aag/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258995913136769090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu0622_iEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/t1LfzpaTDAw/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu07AMDCHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hzwIKFTDHrc/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258995915640998002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu07AMDCHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hzwIKFTDHrc/s320/IMG_0930.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/6668884528978509150-6914771706670717458?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/6914771706670717458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=6914771706670717458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6914771706670717458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/6914771706670717458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-hunting.html' title='Pumpkin Hunting'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPu26futUmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/wz11aOlONUo/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7297590987250849796</id><published>2008-10-19T08:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:25:20.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annastasia our Soccer player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say for my daughter Annastasia she did a very good job with soccer. This was her first time playing it and I was really glad to see that she was having a good time with it. She is not the best player but I know she is doing her best and that is all that I ask of her. She loved it so much that she wants to do it again and that is fine with me. The funny thing is the Jersey is her favored color and the soccer ball she picked out and the funny thing is it is so much my daughter to get something with fun colors on it what fun. When she brought it to practice everyone would fit over it because they all liked it. I am just glad that she had a fun time now I get to rest until spring time when she will be playing again. I hope I am ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPs29xW46mI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pEMlPZniBas/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258857424734448226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPs29xW46mI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pEMlPZniBas/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPs2-Mys6JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4fx-RPnS2YM/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258857432098859154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPs2-Mys6JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4fx-RPnS2YM/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7297590987250849796?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7297590987250849796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7297590987250849796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7297590987250849796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7297590987250849796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/annastasia-our-soccer-player.html' title='Annastasia our Soccer player'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SPs29xW46mI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pEMlPZniBas/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5956611971001763096</id><published>2008-10-18T09:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:22:38.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month...</title><content type='html'>This month has had its ups and Downs. On the first of this month A wonderful man that I love past away, that was my Grandpa Ron Moore. He was a loving man to his wife, 6 children, 21 grand-children and 10 great grand-children. My brother Gene and I were not his blood grand-children but that never stopped him from loving us. I love him for that, he never once made me and Gene fill like we were not part of the family and I am so great full for that. That is everyone in the family not just him. I am so great full that my mom meat my dad. He has brought use in to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints and he has given use a loving family that I can look up to for my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my wonderful daughters. Annastasia has been having fun with soccer and loving it she can't wait for spring to come so she can play again. Anna is having so much fun with Kynthia now that she can get around real good, she will follow Anna every were sometimes Anna likes that and other days she does not. Kynthia she is talking and it is wonderful she says Mom, Dad, Anna, Nana, Papa, Up, More, Eat, and Boo when she wants up she tells me mom up :) I love it she is doing so well. The other thing that she is doing is walking will she is not walking yet but she has took her first steps on the 4th and yesterday she stood up without holding on to anything. She is getting so big now, I have to make sure that everything on the table and things are cleaned off because she will get them I still cannot believe that she is that tall but she is and there is nothing that I can do LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have had my ups and downs this month I would never want to have my life any other way I love my daughters and my wonderful husband he has been so wonderful to me and our children I think Heavenly Father everyday for him in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-5956611971001763096?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5956611971001763096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5956611971001763096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5956611971001763096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5956611971001763096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-month.html' title='What a Month...'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4803071211939053671</id><published>2008-10-04T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:08:33.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My two girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching my girls play and have fun with each other. Anna so loves having a little sister and Kynthia just loves Anna. Everyday Kynthia gets so excited when Anna gets home that she will follow her everywhere until Anna plays with her then the laughing is on. I love how Kynthia wants to be like Anna and the funny thing is Anna does not know this so it is all good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOgHpfAodvI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZoQRA0WHJyg/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253457374607865586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOgHpfAodvI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZoQRA0WHJyg/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOgHpieGlHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9LOHiFM4D8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253457375536780402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOgHpieGlHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9LOHiFM4D8Y/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4803071211939053671?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4803071211939053671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4803071211939053671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4803071211939053671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4803071211939053671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-two-girls.html' title='My two girls'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOgHpfAodvI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZoQRA0WHJyg/s72-c/IMG_0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2811480457095656697</id><published>2008-09-30T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:35:23.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annastasia had a soccer game today. She did a very good job I am very proud of her. We have been working on kicking and controlling the ball. She was right there and was able to control the ball when she kicked it. You go Anna we are very proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrMYT-pI/AAAAAAAAATE/7GQgJCl_7PU/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251991754966825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrMYT-pI/AAAAAAAAATE/7GQgJCl_7PU/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrSaxH_I/AAAAAAAAATM/SiVQ-BbjqUo/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251991756587737074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrSaxH_I/AAAAAAAAATM/SiVQ-BbjqUo/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrkSN4-I/AAAAAAAAATU/uQoM-CU_5ZY/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251991761383711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrkSN4-I/AAAAAAAAATU/uQoM-CU_5ZY/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2811480457095656697?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2811480457095656697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2811480457095656697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2811480457095656697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2811480457095656697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/annas-soccer-game.html' title='Anna&apos;s Soccer Game'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOLSrMYT-pI/AAAAAAAAATE/7GQgJCl_7PU/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7882336321304835193</id><published>2008-09-30T09:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:06:22.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not sure if this would be fun for me but for Trevor and my mom they love it. My mom is remodeling her office/storage room. The cabinet that they are working on is for the storage. Trevor and my dad cut part of the bottom of it so it is a little shorter then it was, then the fun started for Trevor and my mom they get to paint and they are loved it. The wood that is on the table is the trim for the room, when Trevor was cutting the cabinet she was painting them. For some odd reason they thought that I needed to help as will so they got me to clean the cabinet before they painted it. We all had a good time and got to enjoy each other and that was the best part of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOI2FDhewoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/F9idIUHzbrI/s1600-h/IMG_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251819575940399746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOI2FDhewoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/F9idIUHzbrI/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251819580558536402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOI2FUuh7tI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k-HyhO3hExk/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7882336321304835193?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7882336321304835193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7882336321304835193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7882336321304835193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7882336321304835193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/havinf-fun.html' title='Having fun'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOI2FDhewoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/F9idIUHzbrI/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2331291042211428928</id><published>2008-09-29T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:59:59.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kynthia is 10 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kynthia is now 10 months old. I cannot believe how fast time flies by, it seems like yesterday that we got her home. She is a great joy for Trevor, Annastasia and I. She makes everyone happy around her just by her smile. She has 2 teeth and 2 more on the way they have broke through but they are still coming out and during this time she is a bar and who is to blame her. She is trying so hard to walk she has it all most there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW5Zk8boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uz3I-ZW27To/s1600-h/Kynthia+2008-15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251574184609083010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW5Zk8boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uz3I-ZW27To/s320/Kynthia+2008-15.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW6EEhIkI/AAAAAAAAASY/hKSF-30YDU8/s1600-h/Kynthia+2008-14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251574196015800898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW6EEhIkI/AAAAAAAAASY/hKSF-30YDU8/s320/Kynthia+2008-14.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW6h_qIjI/AAAAAAAAASg/1o2fFxagCYk/s1600-h/Kynthia+2008-9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251574204048482866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW6h_qIjI/AAAAAAAAASg/1o2fFxagCYk/s320/Kynthia+2008-9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2331291042211428928?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2331291042211428928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2331291042211428928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2331291042211428928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2331291042211428928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-month-old.html' title='Kynthia is 10 months old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SOFW5Zk8boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uz3I-ZW27To/s72-c/Kynthia+2008-15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4500078507773535383</id><published>2008-09-25T20:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:54:26.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNw5YEaFkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/WDWtDjLRD68/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250134351269957794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNw5YEaFkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/WDWtDjLRD68/s320/soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am officially a soccer mom Tuesday was Anna's fist game and she loved it. Then today was her other game and I am sad to say that I was not a very good mom because I did not bring a camera so I have no photos of Anna playing soccer. Next week I will make sure to bring it. I had no idea what was in store for me when Anna wanted to play soccer there is a lot of running around and making sure that she makes her practices and get her to the games on time what was I thinking (I was thinking of making Anna happy and boy is it ever) Funny thing is I am loving every moment seeing Anna out there having fun and doing something that she loves. On the weekends we are having fun playing so she can practice. Trevor, Anna and I have been laughing so much that are stomachs hurt by the time we stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4500078507773535383?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4500078507773535383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4500078507773535383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4500078507773535383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4500078507773535383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/soccer.html' title='SOCCER'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNw5YEaFkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/WDWtDjLRD68/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-2796420232459907603</id><published>2008-09-25T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:52:06.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor has a Job...YES</title><content type='html'>I am so excited Trevor finally has a job. We were wondering if he was ever going to get one, but finally after a long time of searching he filnely has one. He is working at Micron. He will be working in the photo area in the clean room fab witch he is getting to where he likes it. At first he did not like the idea of putting on the Bunny suit but now he even likes that. He is working from 6 am to 6 pm by the time he gets home it is bed time for everyone but the good thing is every other weekend he is home for 4 days which will be nice for the family. He is working in Boise so the driving is killing us. In 3 days driving he went just under 400 miles wow. So needless to say we are going to move to Boise. Trevor is really happy for myself I am not really. I have been having fun playing with my mom's horses so as Annastasia. We will have to see how this works out. Trevor for now will have to drive to Boise and back. Now my job start I will be looking for a place for use to live in some were near Boise or in Boise I am hoping near LOL and I just got a look from Trevor mmmm I wander what he wants LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-2796420232459907603?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/2796420232459907603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=2796420232459907603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2796420232459907603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/2796420232459907603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/trevor-has-jobyess.html' title='Trevor has a Job...YES'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7268783619585030768</id><published>2008-09-21T14:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:45:22.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a joy having Kynthia on the move. Ever since she has been on the go I have not been able to set for very long it is to get her out of something or to make sure she does not get hurt. The funny thing is I am loving every moment with her seeing her crawl and now she is trying to walk which is scarring me, only because I would like her to stay little for a long time and I know that will not happen but I can wish right. After all that running around with her it is time to get her ready for bed So it is time to give Kynthia a bath, I should say Kynthia and I a bath because the water does not stay in the tub like it should for some odd reason the water is all over me and Kynthia. After all that it is time to get her to go to sleep and when she is finely asleep I look at her and I can't help but love her she is a great joy for our little family. Anna and her both have fun playing with each other I am so blessed to have my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajyDPnLSI/AAAAAAAAARg/0s7c6hVfZBI/s1600-h/IMG_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562496006466850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajyDPnLSI/AAAAAAAAARg/0s7c6hVfZBI/s320/IMG_0823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajySu9mPI/AAAAAAAAARo/C34FQYQVUkc/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562500164491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajySu9mPI/AAAAAAAAARo/C34FQYQVUkc/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajykT_FJI/AAAAAAAAARw/yCQQErtRjkk/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562504883180690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajykT_FJI/AAAAAAAAARw/yCQQErtRjkk/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajzLWc8-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3u3DxTkDvYw/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248562515362509794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajzLWc8-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3u3DxTkDvYw/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7268783619585030768?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7268783619585030768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7268783619585030768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7268783619585030768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7268783619585030768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SNajyDPnLSI/AAAAAAAAARg/0s7c6hVfZBI/s72-c/IMG_0823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1748903531934773291</id><published>2008-09-15T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:41:56.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my birthday my Mom took me out to get a haircut and go shopping so we had a girl night out it was a lot of fun. I told Trevor that I was going to cut it short but he had no idea that I was going to go this short. After a week he says that he likes it. I am really glad that he likes it because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SM6_FYzK48I/AAAAAAAAARY/CuIEG9NuYj8/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246340715210531778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SM6_FYzK48I/AAAAAAAAARY/CuIEG9NuYj8/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-1748903531934773291?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1748903531934773291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1748903531934773291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1748903531934773291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1748903531934773291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SM6_FYzK48I/AAAAAAAAARY/CuIEG9NuYj8/s72-c/IMG_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3495967494218983745</id><published>2008-09-01T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:40:42.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawna came to visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the 30Th of Aug my mother-in-law and her sister came to visit with us. We had a fun time with them. We went shopping and we went swimming we had fun teaching both of our girls how to swim. Trevor had fun visiting with him mom as well as his aunt Marilyn. There girls were enjoyed there Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SLxY9GRKHWI/AAAAAAAAARI/XTSuRPHFenM/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241161873030258018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SLxY9GRKHWI/AAAAAAAAARI/XTSuRPHFenM/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3495967494218983745?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3495967494218983745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3495967494218983745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3495967494218983745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3495967494218983745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-fun-with-family.html' title='Dawna came to visit.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SLxY9GRKHWI/AAAAAAAAARI/XTSuRPHFenM/s72-c/IMG_0838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3388306724293806243</id><published>2008-08-16T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:31:48.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NO BATHROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235154804177892962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SKcBjq8z9mI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MuiDvjjwfe4/s320/210-22124~Outhouse-Raccoon-Posters.jpg" /&gt; My mom and I were out shopping for Annastasia's school stuff yesterday when my mom was telling me about their fishing trip that they did with Anna. She first tells me that poor Anna was so funny when we got out of the boat to let sage (there dog) and Anna run around after a little beet Anna told my mom that she had to go to the bathroom. This is how their Conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: Nana I got to go potty&lt;br /&gt;JoAnne: There is a bush over there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: Excuse me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoAnne: Go behind the bush and do your Business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: What!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoAnne: if you don't like that you can go on the other side of the boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: There are no bathrooms out here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoAnne: I am afraid not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna: There has got to be a real bathroom out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that Anna did not go potty like she needed to. She thought it would be better to hold it then go behind a bush. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3388306724293806243?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3388306724293806243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3388306724293806243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3388306724293806243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3388306724293806243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-no-bathroom.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO BATHROOM'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SKcBjq8z9mI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MuiDvjjwfe4/s72-c/210-22124~Outhouse-Raccoon-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-870188860557292346</id><published>2008-08-14T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:36:36.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SKSX5iZVx8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCmEUOZG6gk/s1600-h/fishing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475681652787138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SKSX5iZVx8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCmEUOZG6gk/s320/fishing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Annastasia went fishing with my mom and dad yesterday they had a lot of fun out on the boat. They went to brown lee in OR. It is about 2hr from home. Anna was the first one to get a fish but it was too small to keep. All together Anna got 5 fish I was so proud of her she had a great time with them. After they had a great time fishing it was about 5 hours of fun my mom and dad came back with sunburns and Anna just got a great tan. When they got back Anna asked when are we going to do that again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funny thing about the day was when they got back Anna was looking forward to eating fish when my mom broke her heart and told her that they gave the fish to I guy on the docks. When I told her that they don't like to keep them because they don't want to clean them she told me that she would love to do it, that's until she found out how you clean them. she told me never mind I thank I will let the fish go the next time I go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6668884528978509150-870188860557292346?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/870188860557292346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=870188860557292346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/870188860557292346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/870188860557292346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-fishing.html' title='A Day Fishing'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SKSX5iZVx8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/fCmEUOZG6gk/s72-c/fishing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4742519508355621942</id><published>2008-08-08T18:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:33:05.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Football Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew Jacob had a tag football game yesterday it was a really good game. That's until the wind storm decided to come and play as will. My brother Richard is one of the coach's. He was having so fun showing Jacob what to do. It was great seeing Jacob playing. He is so cute. Annastasia had fun as will she would tell everyone that Jacob is playing and they better be watching him or else she is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJzWlOPdgrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tEO1-AdIo7k/s1600-h/IMGA0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232292802064122546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJzWlOPdgrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tEO1-AdIo7k/s320/IMGA0363.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/6668884528978509150-4742519508355621942?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4742519508355621942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4742519508355621942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4742519508355621942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4742519508355621942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/08/jacobs-football-game.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Football Game'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJzWlOPdgrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tEO1-AdIo7k/s72-c/IMGA0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3083396700724623662</id><published>2008-08-07T09:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:26:59.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadine Receives Her Name and a Blessing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trevor's sister Barbara had a beautiful baby Girl on June 8th her name is Nadine. We went to UT to see the blessing and see the family. Trevor had fun with his nephews and I thank they had fun with him as will. It was neat seeing Nadine with Kynthia because they are 6 months apart then there is Kynthia and Brody they are 7 months apart. She was not sure what to thank of Brody who is bigger then she is but she worked up to him quickly and they had fun. I am so happy for Barbara and Brian for having a little girl join there little family. Nadine is a wonderful little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsH_QUGCLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BqQ8PGC0G-U/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231784175413364914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsH_QUGCLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BqQ8PGC0G-U/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsH_k8M04I/AAAAAAAAAPM/unEoSDg7evg/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231784180950291330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsH_k8M04I/AAAAAAAAAPM/unEoSDg7evg/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231785090586521650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsI0hmYMDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hzm03cWBlM8/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3083396700724623662?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3083396700724623662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3083396700724623662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3083396700724623662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3083396700724623662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-blessing.html' title='Nadine Receives Her Name and a Blessing.'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJsH_QUGCLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BqQ8PGC0G-U/s72-c/IMG_0753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4127728161750688803</id><published>2008-07-31T18:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:06:06.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the Moore family reunion this year it was a lot of fun. We got to see everyone and got to meet new members of the family. Trevor got to meet everyone that I talk about all the time…he was really Excited about that. We all got to play volleyball, baseball, miniature Golf and my dad got to play in the golf tournament then everyone that wanted to ride on the gout carts got to. Anna and Trevor had a Great time on them. We went on a wonderful hick and got to see a Waterfall, which was so wonderful to see. After all that I have come to See that I really need to lose weight so I can keep up with everyone. All in all we had a great time with are loved once. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG0Vi5BTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GKIOSmLrW6U/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229319982281196850" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG0Vi5BTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GKIOSmLrW6U/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG04mmmjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/CAfV8LVh_I8/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229319991692007986" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG04mmmjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/CAfV8LVh_I8/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG1AMv1iI/AAAAAAAAAOU/T93KhcgVCz4/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229319993731044898" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG1AMv1iI/AAAAAAAAAOU/T93KhcgVCz4/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG1b1KHbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ExQPN1g8EYw/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229320001148296626" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG1b1KHbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ExQPN1g8EYw/s320/IMG_0712.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/6668884528978509150-4127728161750688803?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4127728161750688803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4127728161750688803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4127728161750688803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4127728161750688803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reunion-1.html' title='Family Reunion 2008'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SJJG0Vi5BTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GKIOSmLrW6U/s72-c/IMG_0706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4007565833085167895</id><published>2008-07-09T16:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:59:09.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a wonderful day with family and friends. First we went to the park with the ward. Annastasia had fun playing with the kids and Trevor and I had fun playing games and talking with everyone. After my mom and dad got off of work we went with them to the Snake River were we got to see fireworks over the river. My mom was not too happy with how small they were but I steal loved them. When we were waiting for the fireworks to get started Annastasia was having fun playing next to the river and at one point she almost feel in it was so funny we all laughed so hard even Annastasia thought it was funny. It turned out to be a very nice day for all of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwizEKOTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WuBgn6YuYg8/s1600-h/IMGA0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221132717387299122" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwizEKOTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WuBgn6YuYg8/s320/IMGA0861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwi4SWwXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aTI3MK1-nYs/s1600-h/IMGA0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221132718789017970" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwi4SWwXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aTI3MK1-nYs/s320/IMGA0884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwjBdksKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jHDFIevbd8U/s1600-h/IMGA0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221132721251987618" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwjBdksKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jHDFIevbd8U/s320/IMGA0886.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/6668884528978509150-4007565833085167895?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4007565833085167895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4007565833085167895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4007565833085167895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4007565833085167895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SHUwizEKOTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WuBgn6YuYg8/s72-c/IMGA0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-3962897326390891464</id><published>2008-07-04T08:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:48:10.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annastasia rode a horse!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The horse that I am with is my mom's horse her name is Lucy she is a 1 years old this is the horse that Annastasia has been able to get on. Anna loves every moment with her. The horse that my mom is on her name is Stormy she is a 4 year old Anna was able to get on her only one time so fare. When she did my mom was walking her around the field when something scared her and she wanted to run my mom told Anna to hold on to the horn of the saddle and when Stormy took off just around my mom, Anna did a great job of holding on and she did not cry and what off like my brother Richard thought she would do LOL. When she got off Stormy she came over to me and asked if it is OK that her lags are shacking I told her yes. Later that day she told me that she was really scared I told her that Nana and I are always scared when we are around the horses that just shows respect for them. My mom and I have told her how happy we are with her. Now she can't wait to get back on her LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SG4sJdcmgJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/21yh6BfXx50/s1600-h/IMGA0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219157559204020370" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SG4sJdcmgJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/21yh6BfXx50/s320/IMGA0808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219157562844010242" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SG4sJrAcVwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iPlUD0_WUPc/s320/IMGA0804.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-3962897326390891464?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/3962897326390891464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=3962897326390891464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3962897326390891464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/3962897326390891464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/07/annastasis-road-horse.html' title='Annastasia rode a horse!!!'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SG4sJdcmgJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/21yh6BfXx50/s72-c/IMGA0808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4612417001344397764</id><published>2008-06-26T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:44:53.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Ladybugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went to the library for story time they read a book to the kids about a ladybug after the story they danced to some music then after that they got to make a ladybug for the craft time. Annastasia made a ladybug mask she put the black spots on it and glued it all together. When Annastasia was making the mask Kynthia kept on trying to get it from Anna. When we got home Kynthia saw me with the mask so I put it on her. At first she tried to take it, more like touch it we thought it was so cute on her. Later that day Annastasia was outside dancing with the ladybug mask on so I thought it was cute so I took some photos of it but when I got it out she was done dancing so I took some anyway. Both Annastasia and Kynthia had fun with the ladybug mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnGDWzSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rO7JX2rOgRA/s1600-h/IMGA0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216344418064715042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnGDWzSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rO7JX2rOgRA/s320/IMGA0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnDgcB_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/l5J5N6qwzUw/s1600-h/IMGA0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216344417381386226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnDgcB_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/l5J5N6qwzUw/s320/IMGA0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnbuv1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U-oT-3-F3b0/s1600-h/IMGA0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216344423883855170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnbuv1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U-oT-3-F3b0/s320/IMGA0844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4612417001344397764?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4612417001344397764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4612417001344397764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4612417001344397764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4612417001344397764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-ladybugs.html' title='Our Ladybugs'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SGQtnGDWzSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rO7JX2rOgRA/s72-c/IMGA0829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-7060259155586227248</id><published>2008-06-25T19:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:41:05.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How we are doing</title><content type='html'>Anna has been having a lot of fun with my mom and dad she learning how to ride a horse. She loves every moment of it. Kynthia is saying da da da da know and can say mo mo mo and believe it or not can say hungry yes I said hungry she really surprised me when she said it and she can set up she is my big girl.  Annastasia and Kynthia are having fun playing every day with each other. Trevor believe it or not is having fun as will he has been playing cowboy with my dad with the cows and there baby's he won't come out and say it but he is having fun with it. Right at this time he has not found a job yet but we hope that he will soon. Myself I have been having fun playing with my mom's horses it has been a long time since I have been around them but I am getting the fill for them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-7060259155586227248?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/7060259155586227248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=7060259155586227248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7060259155586227248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/7060259155586227248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/06/anna-has-been-having-lot-of-fun-with-my.html' title='How we are doing'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-4093696617223596043</id><published>2008-06-14T15:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:34:42.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finley Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have made it to Idaho. The trip was nice we are so glad that we decided to stop off at all the net places that we did. Anna was having so much fun that she never asked (are we there yet) Trevor and I are very happy that she did not say that LOL. Even Kynthia had a good time the only time Kynthia got upset was when we got to UT we were very happy that we were going to stay with family then. She just had enough of the car set and who is to blame her. We went to the Petrified Forest were Annastasia got to see dinosaur bones she has been wanting to do that for a long time and I am glad that they had them there for her to see. Trevor and I felt really small to some of the trees that were there. Then we went to the Grand Canyon and I have to say of you feel like you are the biggest person in the world just go there and you will feel very small. It was really net. Annastasia was wondering how far the river was at the bottom she was shocked when Trevor told her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQluYZOk4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IXYm2N4Ge1I/s1600-h/IMGA0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211832147526980482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQluYZOk4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IXYm2N4Ge1I/s320/IMGA0483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQlusiWhfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fQhPYAtk2PI/s1600-h/IMGA0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211832152933959154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQlusiWhfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fQhPYAtk2PI/s320/IMGA0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211834978973210658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQoTMWnWCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n4lI8bJlUck/s320/IMGA0505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkwcxJisI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H_y8GE8tAlk/s1600-h/IMGA0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211831083549166274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkwcxJisI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H_y8GE8tAlk/s320/IMGA0517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkZccAaeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QyFmuE1KDvY/s1600-h/IMGA0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211830688323496418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkZccAaeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QyFmuE1KDvY/s320/IMGA0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkMNYE1WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AMZ5RPiASqk/s1600-h/IMGA0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211830460942177634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQkMNYE1WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AMZ5RPiASqk/s320/IMGA0630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668884528978509150-4093696617223596043?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/4093696617223596043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=4093696617223596043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4093696617223596043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/4093696617223596043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-have-mad-it-to-idaho.html' title='Finley Home'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SFQluYZOk4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IXYm2N4Ge1I/s72-c/IMGA0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-8062154986120437923</id><published>2008-05-27T06:28:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:20:21.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Sea World to celebrate Trevor's and I 2nd anniversary I am so happy to be married to him he is not most wonderful man ever. We had two amazing days there seeing the net animals that are there. Annastasia loved the seals Kynthia was not sure how to take it but she did a wonderful job. Myself I did ok until I got to hot and got really sick so Trevor took me in to see the first add people and they did a wonderful job of getting me to feel better. Come to find out I was close to having a heat stock not good. After we got dune with that we had a wonderful time I am so thankful for them that helped me out. The next day Trevor and Annastasia got to be in the water with a Beluga and her name is Whisper they fell in love with her. It was so much fun seeing them with her. This was the best part of their whole day they loved it. Trevor kept on telling me that this was the best part of it and so worth the money that we spent on it. Kynthia and I were not able to go in there only because she was too small and I had to be with her so I told Trevor next time I get to go in there and he can say with one of the kids. He just laughed at me and told me the next time we go everyone will be old enough to be in there. Here is some pic of the event hope you enjoy them. The one with Trevor touching her on the head he is giving her a sine to make a fart sounds. We teased him for that for days he would just blush it was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDv3qPBWuFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8a_Oj-wPJzc/s1600-h/M052508_00_7392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205026099315521618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDv3qPBWuFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8a_Oj-wPJzc/s320/M052508_00_7392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvzQfBWt9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-_YpckMiHn8/s1600-h/M052508_00_7369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205021258887378898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvzQfBWt9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-_YpckMiHn8/s320/M052508_00_7369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvy0vBWt8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BFuYvvo8vuA/s1600-h/M052508_00_7368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205020782146009026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvy0vBWt8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BFuYvvo8vuA/s320/M052508_00_7368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvxp_BWt6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jnNSJm5TB0E/s1600-h/M052508_00_7365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205019497950787490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvxp_BWt6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jnNSJm5TB0E/s320/M052508_00_7365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvwxfBWt4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CLUX8h8UKUE/s1600-h/M052508_00_7363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205018527288178562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDvwxfBWt4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/CLUX8h8UKUE/s320/M052508_00_7363.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/6668884528978509150-8062154986120437923?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/8062154986120437923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=8062154986120437923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8062154986120437923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/8062154986120437923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SDv3qPBWuFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8a_Oj-wPJzc/s72-c/M052508_00_7392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-1136125304993358620</id><published>2008-05-10T07:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:57:43.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kynthia is 5 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kynthia is now 5 months old. She smiles the entire time witch we all love. Her and Annastasia love playing with each other they make each other laugh, I love hearing that. Trevor and I have been really busy packing for are move we are moving to Idaho were my family is at. We will be there on June 3rd. We both think it is time that we are closer to family and let the girls know them. Annastasia is really happy about the move and at the same time she is sad because she has to leave her friends that she has made here in Texas. Kynthia does not know what is going on at this time but I am trying really hard to keep things normal as I can for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SCWXzfFf4FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wu85afQItF8/s1600-h/IMGA0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198728255642787922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SCWXzfFf4FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wu85afQItF8/s320/IMGA0007.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/6668884528978509150-1136125304993358620?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/1136125304993358620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=1136125304993358620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1136125304993358620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/1136125304993358620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-months-old.html' title='Kynthia is 5 months old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SCWXzfFf4FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wu85afQItF8/s72-c/IMGA0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668884528978509150.post-5543452563873817108</id><published>2008-04-01T20:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:52:26.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kynthia is 4 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kynthia is now 4 months! Wow can't believe how much time as gone by. She is now trying to roll over she does not like being on her stomach all though she likes to be on the floor. She likes to set up as much as she can. She has a thing for her hands she likes to put them in her mouth. Trevor and I are having fun trying to get her to laugh and when she does we celebrate like to crazy people and that is the way Kynthia stares at us like we are nuts LOL.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/R_LnAsXQJwI/AAAAAAAAADo/qDba04HqzFc/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184460120151566082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/R_LnAsXQJwI/AAAAAAAAADo/qDba04HqzFc/s320/IMG_0524.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/6668884528978509150-5543452563873817108?l=thastie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/feeds/5543452563873817108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6668884528978509150&amp;postID=5543452563873817108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5543452563873817108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6668884528978509150/posts/default/5543452563873817108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thastie.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-months.html' title='Kynthia is 4 months old'/><author><name>the hasties</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04518260043970931828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/SsYMV9fowSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AU_RHsSKoMQ/S220/801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvAt19cnC2k/R_LnAsXQJwI/AAAAAAAAADo/qDba04HqzFc/s72-c/IMG_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
