<?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-14998853</id><updated>2011-04-21T09:44:12.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with Hailey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112408031908430796</id><published>2005-08-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:31:59.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy wanted to try this dress&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on me today. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;.  Why couldn't I brush my teeth and then put the dress on.  They are &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; mean&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Why did I have to put it on anyway, they just made me take it off a few minutes later.  They even said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would get it dirty.  Why would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; want to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dirty&lt;em&gt;???&lt;/em&gt; I didn't even want to put it on...I just wanted to            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;BRUSH MY TEETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;geez&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112408031908430796?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112408031908430796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112408031908430796&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112408031908430796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112408031908430796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112407957116755190</id><published>2005-08-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:53:22.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Goose Lake. I don't know why they call it Goose Lake there weren't any Gooses there. Big people are silly sometimes. Anyway we had &lt;em&gt;sooooooo&lt;/em&gt; much fun! I just love the water. Bob and Jo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/FH000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/FH000023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; take me &lt;em&gt;way way way&lt;/em&gt; out and we swim out there. I can't even touch the bottom its pretty neat! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/FH000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/FH000018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan is silly and he played with me on the beach for a while too. Brigitte says Logans going to marry me someday...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/FH000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/FH000014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder what that means. I love the lake and I have so much fun there. Sometimes I just sit and look out at the water and think about what adventure I'm going to have next...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/FH000015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/FH000015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where do we go next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112407957116755190?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112407957116755190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112407957116755190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407957116755190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407957116755190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach...'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112407835649435883</id><published>2005-08-10T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:59:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail call</title><content type='html'>Mommy got a package today and she got real excited because it was some place called pottery barn. She got the coolest things!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so glad she took all the other stuff out of the box's so that I could play with the neat stuff.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe that I've never played with this stuff before. Mommy called it peanuts, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to eat it but it didn't taste so good so I just kept playing in it. It was kinda like snow&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but not cold. HOW NEAT!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112407835649435883?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112407835649435883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112407835649435883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407835649435883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407835649435883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/08/mail-call.html' title='Mail call'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112407444725667919</id><published>2005-08-06T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:21:29.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma J &amp; Grampa J</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we went over to gramma and grampa j's house. Mommy said we were going to go over and pick some berries and I like berries so I thought that sounded like fun. See me walking out to the yard with gpa joe and daddy. They sure do have a big yard! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reached high and low so I could find the bestest berries of all. Boy is this fun!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had blue berries and red berry's. Some were called strawberries and some were called raspberries. they all looked red to me! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but holy cow they sure did taste good!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC026992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC026992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even shared and mommie said they were yummy!!! Then their doggie Max came out to see me. He wasn't sure about me at first cause I'm just a little person, but I think we did just fine. He's alot smaller and gentler then my doggies at home, but he was still pretty neat! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I shared my berries with him. Max and I sat around and visited for a bit. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he wanted to show me his house &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was really neat. Gramma Jane came inside with me to check it out. He has a little house inside that he can sleep outside it. How fun! I wish I could sleep outside. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC027231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC027231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they all left and I was in there all by myself. At first it seemed pretty neat but then I realized they were having fun with out me.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I left Max's little house and I went out and played in the dirt.  Nothing is better than playing dirty.     I sure did have fun at Gramma and Grampa's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112407444725667919?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112407444725667919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112407444725667919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407444725667919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407444725667919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/08/gramma-j-grampa-j.html' title='Gramma J &amp; Grampa J'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112287331952779974</id><published>2005-07-31T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:27:30.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/S30100381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/400/S3010038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hailey wanted to set up her own blog so here we are. She will update periodically after she has had an adventure. Of course some adventures will be very exciting and some not so exciting to us, but to Hailey I'm sure they are all very exciting.  I guess only time will tell.  We'll see what adventures are yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112287331952779974?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112287331952779974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112287331952779974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112287331952779974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112287331952779974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998853.post-112407185525280790</id><published>2005-07-16T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:24:45.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Dipping</title><content type='html'>In July we went over to Mr. Gabes house to visit with friends that I didn't know. Mommy and daddy knew them before I was born. The big person was Alicia and she had a baby girl that was just a little bit smaller than me, her name was Kennedy. Parker was there too!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only now he can almost walk and so they said pretty soon he's gonna chase me and I'm not sure I'm going to like that. It was warm that day so mommy said we could go swimming it was so much fun. Parker and Kennedy stayed in the pool and I got out and brought lots of stuff to play with.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC026681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait to swim with them again, but all the bigger people said that we aren't going to like these pictures when we're older. I wonder what they are talking about!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/1600/DSC02645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1023/1288/200/DSC02645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14998853-112407185525280790?l=hmdygas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/feeds/112407185525280790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14998853&amp;postID=112407185525280790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407185525280790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14998853/posts/default/112407185525280790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hmdygas.blogspot.com/2005/07/skinny-dipping.html' title='Skinny Dipping'/><author><name>Karen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvnBX-FBOpk/SPqCiblbZ3I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3scPW78qMds/S220/x'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
