<?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-34354207</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:02:20.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hellbusch Family</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a beautiful life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8640310924676738459</id><published>2012-02-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:28:32.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hi! I am Hazel Bushes(Zuri gave me this name). I am 5 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOgMpc9fv4c/TzSK8SFFfDI/AAAAAAAABdc/kpQ4S7fVGaw/s1600/haz5mo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOgMpc9fv4c/TzSK8SFFfDI/AAAAAAAABdc/kpQ4S7fVGaw/s320/haz5mo2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am loved!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30HbJLsuhxk/TzSK4eiICsI/AAAAAAAABcs/NfdH1Eao37I/s1600/h5mo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30HbJLsuhxk/TzSK4eiICsI/AAAAAAAABcs/NfdH1Eao37I/s320/h5mo4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a talker. I love to tell stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I roll over on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to hear Emmie's voice. When she gets home from school I am so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTrrZ445m7w/TzSK5gw_CdI/AAAAAAAABc8/rLNqLXZ1Cvc/s1600/haz5m0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTrrZ445m7w/TzSK5gw_CdI/AAAAAAAABc8/rLNqLXZ1Cvc/s320/haz5m0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE baby food!!! It makes me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get really hungry at 4 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drool all over everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always giggle at Ryanne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj4NQ98DDNI/TzSK6U4-xNI/AAAAAAAABdE/A9frMcHpvMg/s1600/haz5m05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj4NQ98DDNI/TzSK6U4-xNI/AAAAAAAABdE/A9frMcHpvMg/s320/haz5m05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to hang with Jaxson when mommy goes running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna is so busy that I rarely see her. But when I do, I still like to fall asleep on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to blow spit bubbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only nap if I am in my swing or someone is holding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRsY3raYKhs/TzSK6yrkFUI/AAAAAAAABdM/H2sGx3X53dE/s1600/haz5mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NRsY3raYKhs/TzSK6yrkFUI/AAAAAAAABdM/H2sGx3X53dE/s320/haz5mo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always have smiles for Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like kisses from dad when he has stubble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still HATE "tummy time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6c1mjB5QIA/TzSK7t_mZ8I/AAAAAAAABdU/1verOlplLMQ/s1600/haz5mo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6c1mjB5QIA/TzSK7t_mZ8I/AAAAAAAABdU/1verOlplLMQ/s320/haz5mo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgy was helping mommy take my pictures. She jumped in. I love her kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a happy, healthy baby. I am always the center of attention and I won't have it any other way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-8640310924676738459?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8640310924676738459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8640310924676738459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8640310924676738459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8640310924676738459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-months-old.html' title='5 Months Old!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOgMpc9fv4c/TzSK8SFFfDI/AAAAAAAABdc/kpQ4S7fVGaw/s72-c/haz5mo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4270031956622170008</id><published>2012-02-05T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:02:20.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel's Blessing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hazel Elayne Hellbusch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfgYU7MVruc/Tz2-YqaS42I/AAAAAAAABd8/UwFDjPXbWIY/s1600/blessingfam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfgYU7MVruc/Tz2-YqaS42I/AAAAAAAABd8/UwFDjPXbWIY/s400/blessingfam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hazel has blessed our family in so many ways. today it was her turn to receive a blessing. first things first, have i ever mentioned that mr. hellbusch is amazing? he is for so many reasons. right now, i would like to talk about just one of them. when hazel was a newborn, tim mentioned that jaxson would be able to bless her. i immediately asked if that would make him sad because it is his right to bless his daughter. to my questioned he simply replied, "nothing would make me happier than having my son bless hazel. i love the men in my life and so does sweet hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jaxson gave hazel a name and a blessing. it was tender and sweet. i am so proud to be his mom. he did a great job. you would never have guessed that jaxson was nervous. sounded so strong and sure of himself. i am so grateful for this day and the love that hazel has brought to our family. jaxson blessed hazel with so many wonderful things today. he was joined in the circle by his dad, bill markham, dave crockett, tanner squires, austin mansfield, trek robinson, and our bishop. these young men are some of jaxson's best friends the "old" men are family friends and examples to jaxson. these boys will all be leaving on their missions soon. some have their calls, others are anxiously waiting for calls. i will miss every one of them. i have loved having them in our home on a regular basis. hazel is one lucky girl. she has so many fine young men wrapped around her cute little finger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUEdgbKUkPU/Tz2-VjplEGI/AAAAAAAABdk/wgXwegasfYs/s1600/blessingboys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUEdgbKUkPU/Tz2-VjplEGI/AAAAAAAABdk/wgXwegasfYs/s400/blessingboys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ittIT9QqZXk/Tz2-Zj0I4vI/AAAAAAAABeE/qcguOBm-TX4/s1600/blessingmeandboys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ittIT9QqZXk/Tz2-Zj0I4vI/AAAAAAAABeE/qcguOBm-TX4/s400/blessingmeandboys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;me with "my" boys. i will miss them with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiGWNFlYSkw/Tz2-Wixx1NI/AAAAAAAABds/OoYyKaITGdk/s1600/blessingboysandmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JiGWNFlYSkw/Tz2-Wixx1NI/AAAAAAAABds/OoYyKaITGdk/s320/blessingboysandmo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is how they usually act. yet, i couldn't love them more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A42RLW6bwA/Tz2-Xjg4VJI/AAAAAAAABd0/Jj6nsYXFsnE/s1600/blessingdallin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A42RLW6bwA/Tz2-Xjg4VJI/AAAAAAAABd0/Jj6nsYXFsnE/s320/blessingdallin.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;they love pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPNENiPOq8I/Tz2-bcVxfbI/AAAAAAAABeM/A5vgTlZJBlY/s1600/blessingtanneranddallin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPNENiPOq8I/Tz2-bcVxfbI/AAAAAAAABeM/A5vgTlZJBlY/s320/blessingtanneranddallin.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tanner missed the group photo and this is the only picture i had of him that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so proud of all of these boys and grateful for the influence they have had on jaxson's life. hazel's blessing was one a the last few events before they all leave. it is bittersweet for me. there is nowhere i would rather have these boys go. however, as a group they will take a piece of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you to all the friends and family who came for our families special day. we have been blessed to have all of you in our lives. i am continually amazed at the love we have received from all of you over the years. thank you to my wonderful girls who wear the "big sister" title with honor. i love that hazel has such great examples in her life. you will be her best friends. she is such a blessed little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4270031956622170008?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4270031956622170008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4270031956622170008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4270031956622170008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4270031956622170008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2012/02/hazels-blessing-day.html' title='Hazel&apos;s Blessing Day'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfgYU7MVruc/Tz2-YqaS42I/AAAAAAAABd8/UwFDjPXbWIY/s72-c/blessingfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4727664996561149035</id><published>2012-01-09T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:48:46.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hazel Elayne Hellbusch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 4 months old.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l19vsIHpVTI/TwvdDlWzZnI/AAAAAAAABcc/xYu_jXZRTC8/s1600/hazey3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l19vsIHpVTI/TwvdDlWzZnI/AAAAAAAABcc/xYu_jXZRTC8/s320/hazey3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-rolled over for the first time today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-holds a grudge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-loves her soft blankie by her face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-hangs out with Ryanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is spoiled rotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-drools all over the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-snuggled with mommy today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zn4a9kVYzEA/TwvdCqfvWDI/AAAAAAAABcU/nMB-jAvD30Y/s1600/hazey2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zn4a9kVYzEA/TwvdCqfvWDI/AAAAAAAABcU/nMB-jAvD30Y/s320/hazey2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-giggles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-likes the binkie less and less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-holds toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-wants to sit up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-stores lint in her neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-still naps with Hanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-always has smiles for Emmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-loves her daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3bZXwRwCyk/TwvdBz1Ik3I/AAAAAAAABcM/7dzKav9UKyw/s1600/hazey1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3bZXwRwCyk/TwvdBz1Ik3I/AAAAAAAABcM/7dzKav9UKyw/s320/hazey1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-loves to look at Morgan (usually with a look of wonderment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-gives Jaxson open mouthed kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-only "catnaps" during the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-knows what a bottle is and loves it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is generally a happy fun loving baby who is loved beyond measure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hazey Layne!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4727664996561149035?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4727664996561149035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4727664996561149035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4727664996561149035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4727664996561149035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l19vsIHpVTI/TwvdDlWzZnI/AAAAAAAABcc/xYu_jXZRTC8/s72-c/hazey3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6771918125982997193</id><published>2012-01-03T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:15:29.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...For if love blossoms and meadows and walking, I learned how to love them, dear Grandma, from you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been friends with michel for what seems like forever. we were young marrieds in byu housing together. as long as i have known michel, i have known grandma(my whole family calls her "grandma"). i instantly loved grandma. sometimes she made me miss my own grandma. other times she filled the void left when my grandma passed away. michel's grandma always made me feel like i was part of the family. she was always so kind to me and interested in my family. i often thought that if my grandma lived nearby i would have a relationship with her that was similar to michel and her grandma's relationship. to put it simply, i loved "grandma." i will miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eJNZ8uYtsQ/TwO3Yv8O9UI/AAAAAAAABaw/nltZ2Hyu8Ww/s1600/grandma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eJNZ8uYtsQ/TwO3Yv8O9UI/AAAAAAAABaw/nltZ2Hyu8Ww/s320/grandma.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was shocked when i learned of grandma's passing. i learned a valuable lesson that day. i also don't believe it was by "chance" that grandma taught it to me. you see, earlier that week i had thought, "i should call michel." i clearly remember pushing the idea away twice! it wasn't even because i was lazy. i honestly thought that michel was busy getting ready for christmas and the last thing she needed was for me to bother her. when i talked to michel i told her that i had thought i should call. she replied, "you should have. i was dying and needed you." if only i had listened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYjshONevOU/TwO9lbiFGAI/AAAAAAAABcE/aBGe3duJuBQ/s1600/mandm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYjshONevOU/TwO9lbiFGAI/AAAAAAAABcE/aBGe3duJuBQ/s320/mandm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the funeral i was honored when sharon said that grandma would want me in the family prayer. i was also so pleased when my older kids said that they wanted to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the great grandchildren sang "i often go walking," at the service. i lost it when they sang the words, "For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking, i learned how to love them, dear grandma, from you."grandma did love all of those things. so did my grandma. i was reminded that my love for them came from a grandma i &amp;nbsp;looked up to and nurtured by another grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandma even touched my hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the week before grandma passed away, michel and i were at grandma's doing something. hazel was screaming. i handed hazel to grandma (nervous that she would be too wiggly or ornery for grandma to handle. when michel and i came back into the room hazel was as happy and calm as could be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm8rDXXp_R4/TwO8gn6INkI/AAAAAAAABbc/5l8MHifFZEk/s1600/headstone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm8rDXXp_R4/TwO8gn6INkI/AAAAAAAABbc/5l8MHifFZEk/s320/headstone.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHmEUTERrDY/TwO9VKThSiI/AAAAAAAABbw/9d4utAhDBiE/s1600/gf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHmEUTERrDY/TwO9VKThSiI/AAAAAAAABbw/9d4utAhDBiE/s320/gf.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S06yMG-a3bc/TwO9eyFlzgI/AAAAAAAABb4/_XLxE0i8wgI/s1600/girlshands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S06yMG-a3bc/TwO9eyFlzgI/AAAAAAAABb4/_XLxE0i8wgI/s320/girlshands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am grateful to all the "grandma's" that have touched my life. i hope that one day (many years from now) i can follow in the footsteps of the many wonderful grandmas that i have been blessed to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will miss you.....&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/34354207-6771918125982997193?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6771918125982997193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6771918125982997193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6771918125982997193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6771918125982997193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-if-love-blossoms-and-meadows-and.html' title='...For if love blossoms and meadows and walking, I learned how to love them, dear Grandma, from you....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eJNZ8uYtsQ/TwO3Yv8O9UI/AAAAAAAABaw/nltZ2Hyu8Ww/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-244176004880957893</id><published>2012-01-03T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:14:50.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say that Hazel is loved doesn't quite do her justice. She seems to be somewhat of a celebrity around here. It makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few Christmas pics of sweet Hazey Layne...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Do_PYcyUjSg/TwNuG5YWzFI/AAAAAAAABaE/EFCRuMbHWH8/s1600/hhIMG_0688+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Do_PYcyUjSg/TwNuG5YWzFI/AAAAAAAABaE/EFCRuMbHWH8/s400/hhIMG_0688+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEFDPzYpFtA/TwNuK-IxV5I/AAAAAAAABaM/poIzS2XwpUo/s1600/hIMG_0674+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEFDPzYpFtA/TwNuK-IxV5I/AAAAAAAABaM/poIzS2XwpUo/s320/hIMG_0674+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p30ZIH9J_SQ/TwNua1D4YVI/AAAAAAAABac/aPdKxA97yEI/s1600/hIMG_0688+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p30ZIH9J_SQ/TwNua1D4YVI/AAAAAAAABac/aPdKxA97yEI/s400/hIMG_0688+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G2ywgs1puI/TwNuiDlW5bI/AAAAAAAABak/HLDFh632MmI/s1600/IMG_9794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--G2ywgs1puI/TwNuiDlW5bI/AAAAAAAABak/HLDFh632MmI/s400/IMG_9794.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all had a wonderful Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-244176004880957893?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/244176004880957893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=244176004880957893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/244176004880957893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/244176004880957893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/babys-first-christmas.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Do_PYcyUjSg/TwNuG5YWzFI/AAAAAAAABaE/EFCRuMbHWH8/s72-c/hhIMG_0688+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6570429161176144386</id><published>2011-12-09T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:53:47.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3 months old today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have mixed feelings about time. i feel as though time has flown by since hazel came into our family. i also feel like the last time i showered or slept or even sat down to eat without worrying about whether or not a sweet "someone" would beckon me with a cute little cry, was ions ago. but just look at her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how could you not want to cherish ever moment with her? even morgan's friends want to come visit hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hazey lane at 3 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBMHzSLT5F8/TuLg4V_z8fI/AAAAAAAABZg/fOPu3Gd3GEs/s1600/hIMG_9678+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBMHzSLT5F8/TuLg4V_z8fI/AAAAAAAABZg/fOPu3Gd3GEs/s320/hIMG_9678+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smiles....often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giggles even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;often gets her hair done by jaxson using his mouth to form a mo hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks for dad when he is on speaker phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx0dWlBMPbE/TuLhMBIdxfI/AAAAAAAABZo/--mpgw3o60w/s1600/hIMG_9681+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx0dWlBMPbE/TuLhMBIdxfI/AAAAAAAABZo/--mpgw3o60w/s320/hIMG_9681+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleeps through most nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves to chill with sweet emmalyne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tries to sit up (i swear! she is almost always in a "crunch" position)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows and loves her family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNdhweNiRyg/TuLhgTUqlmI/AAAAAAAABZw/DcYr8QJ-UPU/s1600/hIMG_9694+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNdhweNiRyg/TuLhgTUqlmI/AAAAAAAABZw/DcYr8QJ-UPU/s320/hIMG_9694+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hates, and i mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; hates,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;tummy time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is getting a "flat" head due to the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will only sleep on hanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVnDrl0pM4/TuLh41T3x5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/cd908vqkJXo/s1600/hIMG_9708+copy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMVnDrl0pM4/TuLh41T3x5I/AAAAAAAABZ4/cd908vqkJXo/s320/hIMG_9708+copy+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wakes up all smiles in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves when morgy gives her a bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has conversations with ryanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she even got her ears pierced today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we love our little hazey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6570429161176144386?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6570429161176144386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6570429161176144386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6570429161176144386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6570429161176144386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pBMHzSLT5F8/TuLg4V_z8fI/AAAAAAAABZg/fOPu3Gd3GEs/s72-c/hIMG_9678+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-9017983635526533449</id><published>2011-11-09T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:49:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;look who is 2 months old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can't imagine our family without hazel in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few facts about hazey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHrjYtuDlwg/TrsbiS-9zXI/AAAAAAAABV0/JpurB8hlwi4/s1600/2feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHrjYtuDlwg/TrsbiS-9zXI/AAAAAAAABV0/JpurB8hlwi4/s320/2feet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;sleep on jax when mom goes running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFoHGazV4QE/TrsbjhieIyI/AAAAAAAABWE/ENaqdm87jVI/s1600/2mo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFoHGazV4QE/TrsbjhieIyI/AAAAAAAABWE/ENaqdm87jVI/s320/2mo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; practice spanish with mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; walk around the house with emmie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQQYFp768gA/TrsbjwW5FKI/AAAAAAAABWM/BJKdnnrCfpw/s1600/2mo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQQYFp768gA/TrsbjwW5FKI/AAAAAAAABWM/BJKdnnrCfpw/s320/2mo2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; nap hanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she doesn't like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;be put down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL7WisUNBFM/TrsbksXQzRI/AAAAAAAABWU/hzflCADLeVk/s1600/2mo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL7WisUNBFM/TrsbksXQzRI/AAAAAAAABWU/hzflCADLeVk/s320/2mo3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she doesn't love &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; sneeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; smile at ryanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdy8PFaNNXg/TrsblSn_79I/AAAAAAAABWc/R9Hh-CQB_Wk/s1600/2mo5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdy8PFaNNXg/TrsblSn_79I/AAAAAAAABWc/R9Hh-CQB_Wk/s320/2mo5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; sleep with mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; listen to music &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_rFu5OveEo/Trsbl-wtXuI/AAAAAAAABWk/uEcbbQb3POc/s1600/2moa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_rFu5OveEo/Trsbl-wtXuI/AAAAAAAABWk/uEcbbQb3POc/s320/2moa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; take a bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she hates &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; have her clothes changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hl00TVCwPs/TrsbmQYKIMI/AAAAAAAABWs/gqccb7zxLRo/s1600/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hl00TVCwPs/TrsbmQYKIMI/AAAAAAAABWs/gqccb7zxLRo/s320/feet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; have her feet rubbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves 2 suck on her paci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-ljkpNL3DY/TrsbrPmGTWI/AAAAAAAABW8/T0o5-WXxHwk/s1600/smo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-ljkpNL3DY/TrsbrPmGTWI/AAAAAAAABW8/T0o5-WXxHwk/s320/smo4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; look at herself in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; talk to daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; have hazel in our home is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;have a piece of heaven with you all the time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hazel loves &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; be spoiled. it just so happens that we love &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; spoil her &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-9017983635526533449?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9017983635526533449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=9017983635526533449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/9017983635526533449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/9017983635526533449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-who-is-2-months-old-we-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHrjYtuDlwg/TrsbiS-9zXI/AAAAAAAABV0/JpurB8hlwi4/s72-c/2feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-112742908285025391</id><published>2011-11-01T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:39:21.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim ended up being in town just long enough to go trick-or-treating with Emmalyne. That is a "treat" that hasn't happened in years! Emmie might be my favorite. She wanted to be a nerd and it was my good fortune that we already had the costume. (Thanks to years of dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEkrnZvoLAw/TrCOReqAx5I/AAAAAAAABVM/cHrOUDYyMRc/s1600/emmie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEkrnZvoLAw/TrCOReqAx5I/AAAAAAAABVM/cHrOUDYyMRc/s320/emmie.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryanne and Hanna both wanted to be Wonder Woman. So, we made Wonder Woman costumes. Both girls helped make them. These two were both busy with friends and parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSTNJU0yZkg/TrCPwnYqmlI/AAAAAAAABVc/-Ws1mlhZFE4/s1600/hanna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSTNJU0yZkg/TrCPwnYqmlI/AAAAAAAABVc/-Ws1mlhZFE4/s320/hanna.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smg_HJX7Y5k/TrCPu8qvH0I/AAAAAAAABVU/LAtBoHkdHx8/s1600/ry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smg_HJX7Y5k/TrCPu8qvH0I/AAAAAAAABVU/LAtBoHkdHx8/s320/ry.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Morgan and her friends wanted to indians. So, we made 3 indian costumes. Morgan totally helped with the costumes. She and her friends looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Je-is_d1aM/TrCQi81XIUI/AAAAAAAABVk/ECFuPGVJW_A/s1600/morganh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Je-is_d1aM/TrCQi81XIUI/AAAAAAAABVk/ECFuPGVJW_A/s320/morganh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jaxson helped pass out candy. I choose my "photo" battles with that kid wisely....&lt;br /&gt;so you won't see a Halloween picture of Jaxson. As always, he is so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;Hazel hung out with me. No costume this year. I ran out of gas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h-RiV1dDFI/TrCRBzuqq2I/AAAAAAAABVs/-H1d0oiu13c/s1600/hazelh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1h-RiV1dDFI/TrCRBzuqq2I/AAAAAAAABVs/-H1d0oiu13c/s320/hazelh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you all had a Halloween. We sure did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-112742908285025391?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/112742908285025391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=112742908285025391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/112742908285025391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/112742908285025391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CEkrnZvoLAw/TrCOReqAx5I/AAAAAAAABVM/cHrOUDYyMRc/s72-c/emmie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8165843208311273599</id><published>2011-10-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:39:23.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bclLplDeFX8/Tq1tU0hXzkI/AAAAAAAABVE/g5Lm8KW_G50/s1600/sunglasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bclLplDeFX8/Tq1tU0hXzkI/AAAAAAAABVE/g5Lm8KW_G50/s400/sunglasses.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day a women lent me these. I stopped to talk to her and was sad. I had just been yelled at by another adult for doing something that in her opinion was terrible. My intentions were good. I wasn't even sad about what happened I was hurt that someone thought it acceptable to talk to me as if I were a child who just broke a cookie jar, or stole a toy from another person, or to be honest, murdered another human being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ran into the owner of these sunglasses. She was kind and offered the glasses so my kids wouldn't know I was upset. She is honest and kind. She did not need to be nice to me. I am merely a person she runs into now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that through these sunglasses I can see the world the way she does. I hope to always remember her words, "No one deserves to be spoken to like that. No matter what they have done." I have never seen or heard her be unkind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to become more like her. Strong, independent, beautiful, wise, kind, thoughtful, and did I mention beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know who you are, and I thank you with all my heart for reminding me that there are still good&amp;nbsp; people out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8165843208311273599?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8165843208311273599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8165843208311273599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8165843208311273599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8165843208311273599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/other-day-women-lent-me-these.html' title=''/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bclLplDeFX8/Tq1tU0hXzkI/AAAAAAAABVE/g5Lm8KW_G50/s72-c/sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2262854531171098005</id><published>2011-10-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:07:16.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 15!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDlSWja-KPM/TqbLBV8i_YI/AAAAAAAABTM/X5TLwVcBFO8/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDlSWja-KPM/TqbLBV8i_YI/AAAAAAAABTM/X5TLwVcBFO8/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;our BEAUTIFUL morgan is now 15. on her birthday, i enjoyed an afternoon of food and pampering with morgan and two of her friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i LOVE these girls. what a great age. you know the one, 15 going on 27. they know almost everything and what they don't know, they pretend to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morgan was hard for me when she was young. we would butt heads a lot. i loved her, but sometimes i wanted to beat her. it's funny. (i still have those same feelings today) tim always said that morgan and i butted heads because we were so similar. naturally, i thought he was crazy. i never act the way she does. i am realizing that we are very similar. in fact, it is scary sometimes how similar we are. i also think, that even back then i felt the way she did, it just wasn't socially acceptable for me to throw tantrums. i was just much better at controlling my emotions (bahhahahaha!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morgan makes me laugh every day. she is an amazing young woman. she is a great friend and example to everyone around her. she is passionate about most things. she is smart. she is kind. she is a great student. she is an amazing daughter and sister. she is driven. she knows what she wants. she still throws tantrums now and then. :0) she is responsible. she is beautiful. she dresses cute. she can do ANYTHING that she sets her mind too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday to our daughter, sister, and friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we love you morgan-morgy, morganna, mojo, mo jito, mo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu1y6M7w5tk/TqbLCLLWKnI/AAAAAAAABTU/yk1wBTnGBpw/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu1y6M7w5tk/TqbLCLLWKnI/AAAAAAAABTU/yk1wBTnGBpw/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4WKbhlWhII/TqbLCozWecI/AAAAAAAABTc/21_WRmBZvjg/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4WKbhlWhII/TqbLCozWecI/AAAAAAAABTc/21_WRmBZvjg/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_vuaSBhCCE/TqbLDNF0FEI/AAAAAAAABTk/X4GWSgIIBpw/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_vuaSBhCCE/TqbLDNF0FEI/AAAAAAAABTk/X4GWSgIIBpw/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj9Fmw4fxVY/TqbLDqOvTrI/AAAAAAAABTs/6HjPzQ2jmNw/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj9Fmw4fxVY/TqbLDqOvTrI/AAAAAAAABTs/6HjPzQ2jmNw/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gubDiGt_tHo/TqbLEbJNLvI/AAAAAAAABT0/UohoMWUSV-k/s1600/IMG_0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gubDiGt_tHo/TqbLEbJNLvI/AAAAAAAABT0/UohoMWUSV-k/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq_sef6cLos/TqbLHE1YxSI/AAAAAAAABUE/5z32I4Gx45U/s1600/IMG_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq_sef6cLos/TqbLHE1YxSI/AAAAAAAABUE/5z32I4Gx45U/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see why we love her! she definitely gets all of her good qualities from me!!! heeheeeheee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2262854531171098005?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2262854531171098005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2262854531171098005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2262854531171098005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2262854531171098005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-15.html' title='The Big 15!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDlSWja-KPM/TqbLBV8i_YI/AAAAAAAABTM/X5TLwVcBFO8/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6610605380562029838</id><published>2011-10-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:43:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Elayne Hellbusch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hazel is sleeping in the other room. i just looked at the pictures from the day she was born. already i have forgotten details from that day. it was such a sweet time for our family. i decide i need to blog before i forget more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember what day it was (everything is a blur). it had to be monday or tuesday. i had a dr. appointment. i remember standing on the scale and, for just a moment, smiling when the nurse said i had lost 3 pounds. in a flash, i remember that i am 9 months pregnant and my weight should not be going down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i see the dr. and he tells me i am still measuring small and that i need to go have my amniotic fluid level checked at the hospital. i rush to a hair appt., get a pedicure while it processes and return to the hospital for an ultrasound. the technician explains that a "normal" fluid level ranges from 1-25. mine is a 6. at 5 they won't let you go home. my dr. consults with a perinatologist and they decide to check me again in a few days. deflated (literally) i go home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really want the baby to be healthy. i really want to not be pregnant anymore. i am miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i notice my family has "looks" between each other. you know, the looks that say, "just grin and bare it, she won't be pregnant that much longer anyway." my husband is now telling the kids not to even look at, or go near me. i can tell i am pleasant to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now it is friday. i have to go in for another stress test and fluid check. i have given up. she is never coming. i even voice that i will die an old woman with a teenager still inside of me. (dramatic, i know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the stress test looks fine. the baby looks great. now, downstairs for the ultrasound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the technician is doing something with a concerned look on her face. i finally ask what my fluid level is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she tells me it is only a 2 1/2 and i need to go back upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE ARE HAVING A BABY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i text my dr. and tell him to come "get this baby out of me." by now, i am sure he is regretting ever giving me his cell phone number. i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;tim runs to round up the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be patient....it was a BIG event.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1AGR66dh3s/ToqXPnLJQYI/AAAAAAAABRA/5WyItHmu390/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1AGR66dh3s/ToqXPnLJQYI/AAAAAAAABRA/5WyItHmu390/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQLSGQVzbQc/ToqXVp7EJgI/AAAAAAAABRE/NqG-pUQ_xVk/s1600/IMG_1221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQLSGQVzbQc/ToqXVp7EJgI/AAAAAAAABRE/NqG-pUQ_xVk/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiLsJOMlXA/ToqXhai6HOI/AAAAAAAABRM/jpl0sGYEeSY/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiLsJOMlXA/ToqXhai6HOI/AAAAAAAABRM/jpl0sGYEeSY/s400/IMG_1237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the pictures above are all of us waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we bet on birth weight...Ryanne won.&lt;br /&gt;we debated when Hazel said goodbye to her namesake, my grandma. then as she was being born, or months before when she was conceived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0dvxpVumE/ToqXr6QIKjI/AAAAAAAABRU/LSU9gI0gwgM/s1600/IMG_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0dvxpVumE/ToqXr6QIKjI/AAAAAAAABRU/LSU9gI0gwgM/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ffbnDO2ao/ToqXvzyg9cI/AAAAAAAABRY/YDg0ziBVhQE/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ffbnDO2ao/ToqXvzyg9cI/AAAAAAAABRY/YDg0ziBVhQE/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0DNV8YeJUA/ToqX1Xlk2xI/AAAAAAAABRc/Q3glYJCceYE/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0DNV8YeJUA/ToqX1Xlk2xI/AAAAAAAABRc/Q3glYJCceYE/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tim messing around while i am being prepped for surgery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDnR_nWTMXo/ToqX61hyEBI/AAAAAAAABRg/s6QGsIF5rOQ/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDnR_nWTMXo/ToqX61hyEBI/AAAAAAAABRg/s6QGsIF5rOQ/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er8lN07zVJk/ToqYALnbqbI/AAAAAAAABRk/HAtRmU6S2rQ/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er8lN07zVJk/ToqYALnbqbI/AAAAAAAABRk/HAtRmU6S2rQ/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4C6cSwpuEI/ToqYY_46GOI/AAAAAAAABR0/KfGoHeu1Peg/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoQQI_6l8ic/ToqYfB5VBiI/AAAAAAAABR4/9wZ7oR63IZs/s1600/IMG_1270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoQQI_6l8ic/ToqYfB5VBiI/AAAAAAAABR4/9wZ7oR63IZs/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the above photos are self explanatory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEUQPMJXcOY/ToqYlCNbR2I/AAAAAAAABR8/cbQ9qGM2LD4/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEUQPMJXcOY/ToqYlCNbR2I/AAAAAAAABR8/cbQ9qGM2LD4/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;first glance at little sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWNdPg995Zo/ToqYuEZHqAI/AAAAAAAABSA/Fj6L0mwTAGo/s1600/IMG_1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NWNdPg995Zo/ToqYuEZHqAI/AAAAAAAABSA/Fj6L0mwTAGo/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not wanting to say good bye as Hazel was taken to the nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmuV946ztXg/ToqYzI1k8MI/AAAAAAAABSE/DXUiOAN31Hw/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmuV946ztXg/ToqYzI1k8MI/AAAAAAAABSE/DXUiOAN31Hw/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our beautiful baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJDc5rdNfk/ToqY38uFVeI/AAAAAAAABSI/Dpa0dyDLtQk/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVJDc5rdNfk/ToqY38uFVeI/AAAAAAAABSI/Dpa0dyDLtQk/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;waiting again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_fy-NAbb-Y/ToqY-p5PEVI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ybyeme3bAH8/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_fy-NAbb-Y/ToqY-p5PEVI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ybyeme3bAH8/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hazel had to have an IV and emmie was not happy about having to wait to see her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY_BOVrVL8E/ToqZHFtjyGI/AAAAAAAABSQ/rM6_40wBgpE/s1600/IMG_1307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY_BOVrVL8E/ToqZHFtjyGI/AAAAAAAABSQ/rM6_40wBgpE/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tim stretching......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iC68Wk2Tv6A/ToqZNNO2hgI/AAAAAAAABSU/-kuj0cQV0oY/s1600/IMG_1333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iC68Wk2Tv6A/ToqZNNO2hgI/AAAAAAAABSU/-kuj0cQV0oY/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hazel elayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH1-7SGD6Oc/ToqZSw50A1I/AAAAAAAABSY/TvP4GW7chok/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH1-7SGD6Oc/ToqZSw50A1I/AAAAAAAABSY/TvP4GW7chok/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;meeting hazel for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxfWVGEXV58/ToqZbAA6oiI/AAAAAAAABSc/vyDx_WkV0ts/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxfWVGEXV58/ToqZbAA6oiI/AAAAAAAABSc/vyDx_WkV0ts/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64Iv4rVg-oc/ToqZqDPARBI/AAAAAAAABSk/bQC09N_8SCc/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64Iv4rVg-oc/ToqZqDPARBI/AAAAAAAABSk/bQC09N_8SCc/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf84bjR6Tx0/ToqZus-MlYI/AAAAAAAABSo/jHy5WA1g2dg/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cf84bjR6Tx0/ToqZus-MlYI/AAAAAAAABSo/jHy5WA1g2dg/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWMoT49gf08/ToqZy8_MiLI/AAAAAAAABSs/_lM5HcF9tbs/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWMoT49gf08/ToqZy8_MiLI/AAAAAAAABSs/_lM5HcF9tbs/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDeht-VjP9Q/ToqZ3C8sknI/AAAAAAAABSw/dCQU1pVZgbk/s1600/IMG_1360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDeht-VjP9Q/ToqZ3C8sknI/AAAAAAAABSw/dCQU1pVZgbk/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jQ_UX-1B5E/ToqaChMJZWI/AAAAAAAABS4/aL2ChdtKA0o/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jQ_UX-1B5E/ToqaChMJZWI/AAAAAAAABS4/aL2ChdtKA0o/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had visitors the whole time. hazel and i were well taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fdO_xPFCWs/ToqaOgUbz5I/AAAAAAAABTA/VJCJEQ2VUvY/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fdO_xPFCWs/ToqaOgUbz5I/AAAAAAAABTA/VJCJEQ2VUvY/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;daddy and emmie changing her diaper. there are no photos for proof but one of my favorite memories at the hospital was watching jaxson change hazel's diaper. he was all over the place. she peed on everything. it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfNnJqnkqvY/ToqaT6iEoHI/AAAAAAAABTE/lfTXW0ZFPIc/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bfNnJqnkqvY/ToqaT6iEoHI/AAAAAAAABTE/lfTXW0ZFPIc/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and baby makes "6"!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hazel had so many visitors. she is well loved. since she has been home she barely cries. if she makes a peep some one picks her up and tends to her every need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't' really remember the day she was born. my kids say that i kept saying i was so glad i wasn't pregnant anymore. which was so true!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already don't remember why she had to have an iv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the older kids were so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple of memories since hazel came home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves the song angel lullaby from my turn on earth. i sing it to her all the time. when we play it, she recognizes it. i promise that is true. you can tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first couple of days that hazel was home, emmie would&amp;nbsp; not leave the house except to go to school. she would return from school and yell, "is hazel home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma stopped by one day and ryanne said, "it is still my turn to hold hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaxson got a cold and couldn't hold hazel for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day he came in and said he was sad because he was missing her most snuggly time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people brought gifts over and came to visit hazel and i. one friend came clear from centerville to see us. morgan said, "mom, so many people love you and hazel." so true. we are so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanna takes a nap with hazel every day after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all take turns feeding, changing, and holding hazel. they love her and this makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morgan and her friends tell me i am so happy now and smile so much.&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad hazel is here and that i am not still pregnant!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-6610605380562029838?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6610605380562029838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6610605380562029838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6610605380562029838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6610605380562029838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/10/hazel-elayne-hellbusch.html' title='Hazel Elayne Hellbusch'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1AGR66dh3s/ToqXPnLJQYI/AAAAAAAABRA/5WyItHmu390/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-511033855295545381</id><published>2011-08-23T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:27:59.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryanne's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to admit that I am having trouble keeping up on life lately. I would like to blame pregnancy. Ryanne turned 12 on July 27th. She is such an amazing young lady. We FINALLY had a party for her. Tim put together some "Minute to Win it" games and we had pizza and junk food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVf2VMcYb7A/TlQo3k4VjMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/wDdg6XWdAxs/s1600/IMG_6339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVf2VMcYb7A/TlQo3k4VjMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/wDdg6XWdAxs/s400/IMG_6339.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9lQSOdoBUc/TlQpCy_LrLI/AAAAAAAABQ8/SLVHO_OaZf4/s1600/IMG_6344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9lQSOdoBUc/TlQpCy_LrLI/AAAAAAAABQ8/SLVHO_OaZf4/s400/IMG_6344.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Ryanne's friends! They are all such great kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-511033855295545381?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/511033855295545381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=511033855295545381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/511033855295545381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/511033855295545381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/ryannes-birthday-party.html' title='Ryanne&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVf2VMcYb7A/TlQo3k4VjMI/AAAAAAAABQ4/wDdg6XWdAxs/s72-c/IMG_6339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8934006322831552307</id><published>2011-08-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:46:15.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get me wrong, it sucked but we loved it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me start by saying, "I love my girls!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made Hanna and Morgan go on Trek. This is an object lesson on walking across the plains as the pioneers did. They took buses to Wyoming and then walked about 40 miles as if they were pioneers. They were split into families and pulled handcarts and even dressed as the pioneers did (Morgan was the most upset by the clothing). They left at 4:30 am on a Tuesday and returned Friday at 6 pm. I went to meet the buses with hesitation. I was afraid they would both hate me when they returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwJMiO2-Zlg/TjnJZkbOlTI/AAAAAAAABQY/E-yMt0Vg7Nw/s1600/IMG_7562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwJMiO2-Zlg/TjnJZkbOlTI/AAAAAAAABQY/E-yMt0Vg7Nw/s400/IMG_7562.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gM9maO9wJsw/TjnJgL8L9RI/AAAAAAAABQc/VYzrPCMGltM/s1600/IMG_7564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gM9maO9wJsw/TjnJgL8L9RI/AAAAAAAABQc/VYzrPCMGltM/s400/IMG_7564.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once the buses stopped it was mayhem. Pioneers everywhere. I walked into the crowd honestly fearing the wrath I was about to receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed like I walked around forever. Finally, I felt my girls on either side of me. BOTH of them were smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to cry. I was so happy that they were home and had smiles on their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44oS16UDeL4/TjnKkipyL-I/AAAAAAAABQg/A06-ZQWGrv8/s1600/IMG_7568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44oS16UDeL4/TjnKkipyL-I/AAAAAAAABQg/A06-ZQWGrv8/s400/IMG_7568.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were stinky and dirty and look at Hanna's hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6KRCz4ZBlc/TjnLbipt-9I/AAAAAAAABQw/A8o0-yLZplg/s1600/IMG_7573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6KRCz4ZBlc/TjnLbipt-9I/AAAAAAAABQw/A8o0-yLZplg/s400/IMG_7573.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan had her pioneer clothes off before her second foot was off of the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT, let me say it again. They were BOTH happy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBBFNIOzcEQ/TjnLIMkWBBI/AAAAAAAABQo/2BcnczlUB9U/s1600/IMG_7571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBBFNIOzcEQ/TjnLIMkWBBI/AAAAAAAABQo/2BcnczlUB9U/s320/IMG_7571.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C5R7bZ7LvU/TjnLS4VclyI/AAAAAAAABQs/pA-4a2sWqmQ/s1600/IMG_7572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2C5R7bZ7LvU/TjnLS4VclyI/AAAAAAAABQs/pA-4a2sWqmQ/s320/IMG_7572.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They both had cute friends that went with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxB-Ibe2BbM/TjnLjUl9xhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_qIejS7xgTg/s1600/IMG_7574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxB-Ibe2BbM/TjnLjUl9xhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/_qIejS7xgTg/s400/IMG_7574.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were welcomed home by a sign made by Emmie and Haidyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took the girls to dinner that night. They both told stories that made me laugh and cry. In the end they both loved Trek. They said, "Don't get me wrong, it sucked and was so hard, but we loved it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To which my wise friend and neighbor replied, "Doesn't everything worth having/doing suck sometimes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized that I sent my daughters on Trek not as much for the experience, but mostly because we made our son go 4 years ago and I did not want to deal with his wrath for not making the girls go. (Remember pregnant and taking the path of least resistance) What they came home with was an experience that they will never forget and a respect for hard ships faced by many of their ancestors. Not to mention friendships that I am sure they will treasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday Hanna spoke in church of her experience on Trek. I would never be able to do justice to the wonderful talk she gave, so I won't even try. I will simply leave it at this.....&lt;br /&gt;"Oh the things I learn from my children...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8934006322831552307?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8934006322831552307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8934006322831552307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8934006322831552307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8934006322831552307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-get-me-wrong-it-sucked-but-we.html' title='Don&apos;t get me wrong, it sucked but we loved it.....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwJMiO2-Zlg/TjnJZkbOlTI/AAAAAAAABQY/E-yMt0Vg7Nw/s72-c/IMG_7562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6702918805946985883</id><published>2011-07-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:00.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryanne!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryanne is 12 today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JRfzDpMS78/Ti-fCpEEnDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xqWrte8FQrw/s1600/r2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JRfzDpMS78/Ti-fCpEEnDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xqWrte8FQrw/s400/r2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryanne is beautiful on the inside and out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJbGTh1n2UM/Ti-fDGdtn3I/AAAAAAAABQU/IBMnHW8J1ME/s1600/ry1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJbGTh1n2UM/Ti-fDGdtn3I/AAAAAAAABQU/IBMnHW8J1ME/s400/ry1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ryanne! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6702918805946985883?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6702918805946985883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6702918805946985883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6702918805946985883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6702918805946985883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-ryanne.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryanne!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JRfzDpMS78/Ti-fCpEEnDI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xqWrte8FQrw/s72-c/r2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1736627872863887487</id><published>2011-07-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:50:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the 4th of July at the Lloyd's house. Great friends, great food and great games!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO6z5fmOkBM/TiSpZKM49LI/AAAAAAAABP0/oZf9XcxGzaU/s1600/20110705_6947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO6z5fmOkBM/TiSpZKM49LI/AAAAAAAABP0/oZf9XcxGzaU/s400/20110705_6947.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg4vyLvHm9c/TiSpdfVjD7I/AAAAAAAABP4/FROJTzuvztY/s1600/20110705_6950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg4vyLvHm9c/TiSpdfVjD7I/AAAAAAAABP4/FROJTzuvztY/s400/20110705_6950.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Kmi1SlB62Y/TiSphO9XF0I/AAAAAAAABP8/IvYP5qyRB0o/s1600/20110705_6955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Kmi1SlB62Y/TiSphO9XF0I/AAAAAAAABP8/IvYP5qyRB0o/s400/20110705_6955.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1Wm413NdDs/TiSplY4cp4I/AAAAAAAABQA/iz4JXhfXq88/s1600/20110705_6958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1Wm413NdDs/TiSplY4cp4I/AAAAAAAABQA/iz4JXhfXq88/s400/20110705_6958.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AExBeR_0YvU/TiSppe3sA-I/AAAAAAAABQE/JpndFcDtUVg/s1600/20110705_6959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AExBeR_0YvU/TiSppe3sA-I/AAAAAAAABQE/JpndFcDtUVg/s400/20110705_6959.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VE74qTFVQo/TiSpty7bvFI/AAAAAAAABQI/voNzrS88Ms4/s1600/20110705_6965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1VE74qTFVQo/TiSpty7bvFI/AAAAAAAABQI/voNzrS88Ms4/s400/20110705_6965.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWX2fKmzZZI/TiSpzE4K3GI/AAAAAAAABQM/N0_7KAmwoeg/s1600/20110705_6966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWX2fKmzZZI/TiSpzE4K3GI/AAAAAAAABQM/N0_7KAmwoeg/s400/20110705_6966.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-1736627872863887487?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1736627872863887487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1736627872863887487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1736627872863887487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1736627872863887487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PO6z5fmOkBM/TiSpZKM49LI/AAAAAAAABP0/oZf9XcxGzaU/s72-c/20110705_6947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7176637300694736705</id><published>2011-07-11T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:58:24.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steel Days 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim and I took the "littles" to American Fork Steel Days. I remember days of taking 5 little kids to the carnival. I would do it again in a heartbeat. For now, this is how the carnival goes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvArjIWndY4/Ths1kK3v2xI/AAAAAAAABPY/vtyKJp6GFm0/s1600/sd20110710_7533+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvArjIWndY4/Ths1kK3v2xI/AAAAAAAABPY/vtyKJp6GFm0/s400/sd20110710_7533+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Morgan ditched us to hang with her friends (As was totally expected).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6cCT4DrTM8/Ths272kiYGI/AAAAAAAABPc/0_LbH6nVrH0/s1600/sd20110710_7501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6cCT4DrTM8/Ths272kiYGI/AAAAAAAABPc/0_LbH6nVrH0/s400/sd20110710_7501.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ryanne talked Emmie into this ride. Emmie almost peed her pants. She ended up loving it and went again by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7FWi9DdylA/Ths28O4jUnI/AAAAAAAABPg/hjIFCta1ZUY/s1600/sd20110710_7521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M7FWi9DdylA/Ths28O4jUnI/AAAAAAAABPg/hjIFCta1ZUY/s400/sd20110710_7521.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tim joined the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAZPka_hGMs/Ths28xRRF3I/AAAAAAAABPk/kKIn7Qk0wSM/s1600/sd20110710_7530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAZPka_hGMs/Ths28xRRF3I/AAAAAAAABPk/kKIn7Qk0wSM/s400/sd20110710_7530.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slide races....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxW29Y4tKxo/Ths29afDUiI/AAAAAAAABPo/ehz80-Gz3hk/s1600/sd20110710_7536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xxW29Y4tKxo/Ths29afDUiI/AAAAAAAABPo/ehz80-Gz3hk/s400/sd20110710_7536.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBssZwXEQgo/Ths2947BxWI/AAAAAAAABPs/JHdmvb-roz0/s1600/sd20110710_7537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dBssZwXEQgo/Ths2947BxWI/AAAAAAAABPs/JHdmvb-roz0/s400/sd20110710_7537.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not my best side. But, I wanted proof that I participated. I was pooped just walking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uGOo_G8bM/Ths2-etPPnI/AAAAAAAABPw/nnQPuAa2kpc/s1600/sd20110710_7558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-uGOo_G8bM/Ths2-etPPnI/AAAAAAAABPw/nnQPuAa2kpc/s400/sd20110710_7558.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie Lu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the day with HUGE ice cream cones from Maceys. No pictures. I was worn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As were leaving, I saw a lady that I had worked with at Ross before I was married. I usually refrain from saying hi to old acquaintances. I mean, what if they don't remember me? I swallowed my pride and said, "hi." She remembered me and told me I was so much fun. It is weird. She is the one who referred me to our Doctor (the same one that is about to deliver our 6th baby.) It made me realize that people we only know for a short time have such a big impact on our lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-7176637300694736705?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7176637300694736705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7176637300694736705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7176637300694736705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7176637300694736705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/steel-days-2011.html' title='Steel Days 2011'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvArjIWndY4/Ths1kK3v2xI/AAAAAAAABPY/vtyKJp6GFm0/s72-c/sd20110710_7533+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6288484846231364740</id><published>2011-06-04T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:35:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it seemed only appropriate to celebrate jaxson's graduation. i love this kid! we had a great day with family and friends. as i think about all of the amazing people who came to celebrate, i am touched at the influence each of you have had on jaxson's life. jaxson is a great young man. i firmly believe that it is due, in part, to all of you! many thanks to all......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2r2vfNBMg/TgDR0GRjj5I/AAAAAAAABO8/71ioD8jE_2A/s1600/gparty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2r2vfNBMg/TgDR0GRjj5I/AAAAAAAABO8/71ioD8jE_2A/s400/gparty.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean look how cute he is. how can you not love him to death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o4CFAIYU_M/TgDR1LE_djI/AAAAAAAABPA/F5DMb9_s0H0/s1600/gparty2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1o4CFAIYU_M/TgDR1LE_djI/AAAAAAAABPA/F5DMb9_s0H0/s400/gparty2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sn6F4uOANrQ/TgDR29AlW-I/AAAAAAAABPE/xK-7bugRvVs/s1600/gparty3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sn6F4uOANrQ/TgDR29AlW-I/AAAAAAAABPE/xK-7bugRvVs/s400/gparty3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhW4YJEJa1c/TgDR4isNX1I/AAAAAAAABPI/tmBnZasnaF4/s1600/gparty5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhW4YJEJa1c/TgDR4isNX1I/AAAAAAAABPI/tmBnZasnaF4/s400/gparty5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDDomIhMKLc/TgDR6SRnovI/AAAAAAAABPM/qBG4B4bXCCk/s1600/gparty6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDDomIhMKLc/TgDR6SRnovI/AAAAAAAABPM/qBG4B4bXCCk/s400/gparty6.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olYRtq_giQE/TgDR_VWfC3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/cLkAA3CHUKQ/s1600/gparty4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olYRtq_giQE/TgDR_VWfC3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/cLkAA3CHUKQ/s400/gparty4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3cAfbsYF1I/TgDTO2IXNfI/AAAAAAAABPU/ts5__LW137A/s1600/gparty7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3cAfbsYF1I/TgDTO2IXNfI/AAAAAAAABPU/ts5__LW137A/s400/gparty7.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at that old man go!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy graduation son!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6288484846231364740?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6288484846231364740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6288484846231364740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6288484846231364740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6288484846231364740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-on.html' title='Party On!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AP2r2vfNBMg/TgDR0GRjj5I/AAAAAAAABO8/71ioD8jE_2A/s72-c/gparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6179650936374366854</id><published>2011-06-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T20:56:30.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our High School Graduate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejiZN4iXKiA/TemqclT-UhI/AAAAAAAABOk/z9qzxkjNWZ8/s1600/jg20110603_5292+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejiZN4iXKiA/TemqclT-UhI/AAAAAAAABOk/z9qzxkjNWZ8/s320/jg20110603_5292+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtMti5Xa6jk/TemqvZPiZzI/AAAAAAAABOo/Bu7bfm0gisE/s1600/20110603_5183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtMti5Xa6jk/TemqvZPiZzI/AAAAAAAABOo/Bu7bfm0gisE/s320/20110603_5183.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHoHPYxmWT4/TemrFUQp8XI/AAAAAAAABOs/maC-6qbbqR8/s1600/20110603_5303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHoHPYxmWT4/TemrFUQp8XI/AAAAAAAABOs/maC-6qbbqR8/s320/20110603_5303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJZimq000Os/TemrGbT063I/AAAAAAAABOw/tGQ7FRq66ts/s1600/jg20110603_5299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJZimq000Os/TemrGbT063I/AAAAAAAABOw/tGQ7FRq66ts/s320/jg20110603_5299.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a great day. We had dinner at Outback with friends and family. We are so proud of Jaxson. Honored to have such an amazing son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-6179650936374366854?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6179650936374366854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6179650936374366854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6179650936374366854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6179650936374366854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/class-of-2011.html' title='Class of 2011'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejiZN4iXKiA/TemqclT-UhI/AAAAAAAABOk/z9qzxkjNWZ8/s72-c/jg20110603_5292+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8592108473486404687</id><published>2011-05-31T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:43:53.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th GRADE GRADUATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1wY4dQ77h0/TeW_hrNwLgI/AAAAAAAABOI/rtYKaAl3z20/s1600/20110531_4998.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1wY4dQ77h0/TeW_hrNwLgI/AAAAAAAABOI/rtYKaAl3z20/s320/20110531_4998.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disclaimer: Morgan took the pictures today and I forgot to set "auto"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryanne graduated from Highland Elementary School today. This event is definitely met with mixed emotions.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pride: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryanne is smart, motivated, beautiful(on the inside and out), friendly, caring, tender, kind, and compassionate. Every single day she does something that makes me proud to be her mother. I know she will meet this new chapter with grace and a sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Ryanne. I love that she is excited for Junior High. I love that she is a happy beautiful girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sad that Ryanne is becoming a young womman. Not because I am afraid of what she will do, but because she has been such a wonderful little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy: It makes me so happy that Ryanne is happy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u4KxGe1SXM/TeXCiXTVopI/AAAAAAAABOM/FHcM91wubaI/s1600/girls7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u4KxGe1SXM/TeXCiXTVopI/AAAAAAAABOM/FHcM91wubaI/s400/girls7.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckXoVJuf_sI/TeXCiin8INI/AAAAAAAABOU/Gzer1QjzU-Q/s1600/girls6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckXoVJuf_sI/TeXCiin8INI/AAAAAAAABOU/Gzer1QjzU-Q/s400/girls6.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t855lF9s6YY/TeXCjQ6oNJI/AAAAAAAABOc/Myv_eTJV938/s1600/girls5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t855lF9s6YY/TeXCjQ6oNJI/AAAAAAAABOc/Myv_eTJV938/s400/girls5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Graduation Ryanne!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Jaxson attended the ceremony. He left before I could catch him for pictures!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8592108473486404687?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8592108473486404687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8592108473486404687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8592108473486404687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8592108473486404687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/6th-grade-graduation.html' title='6th GRADE GRADUATION'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1wY4dQ77h0/TeW_hrNwLgI/AAAAAAAABOI/rtYKaAl3z20/s72-c/20110531_4998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1847662692249270801</id><published>2011-05-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:25:00.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxson is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't even bring myself to say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; years old today!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my favorite son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I am wishing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGdojQhHPJE/TdyS64ITZ3I/AAAAAAAABNY/GoJTl8VFYXg/s1600/jaxson02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGdojQhHPJE/TdyS64ITZ3I/AAAAAAAABNY/GoJTl8VFYXg/s400/jaxson02.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had read &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;stories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had said I love you more often....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOiOXF9Sv0c/TdyS8g5W3LI/AAAAAAAABNc/QpKRkisqgAk/s1600/jax1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOiOXF9Sv0c/TdyS8g5W3LI/AAAAAAAABNc/QpKRkisqgAk/s400/jax1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;put down&lt;/span&gt; whatever I was doing that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;played more games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVbGvM0HCJY/TdyS9QHmrsI/AAAAAAAABNg/XyV7Yimrypk/s1600/jax01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVbGvM0HCJY/TdyS9QHmrsI/AAAAAAAABNg/XyV7Yimrypk/s400/jax01.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;better listener...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;held&lt;/span&gt; him&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; a little tighter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Snuggled&lt;/span&gt; him a&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; little longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZrvBVuKCy0/TdyS-sL8nJI/AAAAAAAABNk/8o2bFcjCCM4/s1600/jaxson3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZrvBVuKCy0/TdyS-sL8nJI/AAAAAAAABNk/8o2bFcjCCM4/s400/jaxson3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Told him how proud I was of him a little more often....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Given him way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; more &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hugs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJYH02AcOfQ/TdyS_5pDW1I/AAAAAAAABNo/FvYt-gxIqi4/s1600/jaxson04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJYH02AcOfQ/TdyS_5pDW1I/AAAAAAAABNo/FvYt-gxIqi4/s400/jaxson04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enjoyed every moment I HAVE had with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Loved&lt;/span&gt; him more &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;unconditionally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taught him more of lifes &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; lessons....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT8Y7Ke7WsQ/TdyTCkrQ3MI/AAAAAAAABNs/vwujyu798sw/s1600/jaxson2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dT8Y7Ke7WsQ/TdyTCkrQ3MI/AAAAAAAABNs/vwujyu798sw/s400/jaxson2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I am grateful that Jaxson is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MY SON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART AND COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF THE MAN HE HAS BECOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1847662692249270801?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1847662692249270801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1847662692249270801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1847662692249270801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1847662692249270801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/jaxson-is.html' title='Jaxson is.....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGdojQhHPJE/TdyS64ITZ3I/AAAAAAAABNY/GoJTl8VFYXg/s72-c/jaxson02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8036674164272531588</id><published>2011-05-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:41:25.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminary Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denial about my son turning 18 and graduating from high school, added to my being 23 weeks pregnant and still sick equals my not facing anything in a timely manor. I have decided to blog when I can and not even think about catching up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson graduated from Seminary two Sundays ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so proud him. Jaxson accomplished something that I never was able to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am always amazed at the great people my children are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Bill and Joy for coming and supporting Jaxson. Especially since Tim was out of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZyrVxDWrrs/Tds2nPjUozI/AAAAAAAABNU/1w6XHZ4V1n0/s1600/sem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZyrVxDWrrs/Tds2nPjUozI/AAAAAAAABNU/1w6XHZ4V1n0/s400/sem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-8036674164272531588?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8036674164272531588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8036674164272531588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8036674164272531588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8036674164272531588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/05/seminary-graduation.html' title='Seminary Graduation'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZyrVxDWrrs/Tds2nPjUozI/AAAAAAAABNU/1w6XHZ4V1n0/s72-c/sem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8646781615546130266</id><published>2011-03-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:38:02.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's True....We are having another baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EHTS37SqCL8/TYvjpAu5ReI/AAAAAAAABNQ/tpZDbH6QDpc/s1600/ultrasound.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EHTS37SqCL8/TYvjpAu5ReI/AAAAAAAABNQ/tpZDbH6QDpc/s320/ultrasound.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it seems as though we fell off the face of the earth. Let me explain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, no updates....I have been puking my guts out! And I'm not joking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has continued on, I just have been so sick that posting seemed like an exertion of way too much energy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are very excited and the other kids couldn't be happier! I am grateful for all of my kids and how much they have helped me lately. I have often thought how I did this when they were all so young. Everyone is quick to remind me that I was much younger then too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful to the few friends that knew and kept my secret until we were ready to tell "the Littles!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have truly been blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is hoping that this posts begins the "starting to feel better" phase of my pregnancy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be playing "catch up" as time permits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8646781615546130266?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8646781615546130266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8646781615546130266' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8646781615546130266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8646781615546130266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-truewe-are-having-another-baby.html' title='It&apos;s True....We are having another baby!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EHTS37SqCL8/TYvjpAu5ReI/AAAAAAAABNQ/tpZDbH6QDpc/s72-c/ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4384911534829805012</id><published>2011-01-27T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:39:06.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TreasureLayne Give Away!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Give Away &lt;/span&gt;on the &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TreasureLayne Blog&lt;/span&gt;. 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So please, let me feel the love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://treasurelaynephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;treasurelaynephotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or press the button to the right!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4384911534829805012?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4384911534829805012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4384911534829805012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4384911534829805012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4384911534829805012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/treasurelayne-give-away.html' title='TreasureLayne Give Away!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5932753338400766785</id><published>2011-01-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:21:17.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-8IIBo9eI/AAAAAAAABNE/N8nQhf_AzWw/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-8IIBo9eI/AAAAAAAABNE/N8nQhf_AzWw/s400/IMG_0478.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-8Qayto-I/AAAAAAAABNI/Gcytqi3uink/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-8Qayto-I/AAAAAAAABNI/Gcytqi3uink/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fight my own "wars" until I can no longer fight them alone. To be truthful, I usually wait until far longer than that. Yesterday, Tim brought the mail in and said, "Our Christmas card to Margaret was returned to sender and oh yeah, Jaxson got an acceptance letter from the University of Utah." He said it so nonchalantly. I knew exactly what he was doing. Tim was acting as if it was no big deal with the hope that I wouldn't really focus on what he was saying. That way I couldn't be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did what I do best. I put it out of my head and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. Even when Tim came over to Joy's to tell me that Hanna cried when she heard, I pretend. I looked right at him. I listened to every word and still, if I think he is really telling me that we are going to Jamaica as a family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am already lying on the beach and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson is still five!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am driving to dance and a song that goes a little something like this...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We laughed out loud 'til we cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the tears were sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight melted to morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A moment faded to memort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just slip away through our fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold onto every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on to every moment that you can........." comes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was then that I decided I had to get my big girl panties on and acknowledge this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson was accepted to college!!!! I have known this was coming. I have wanted and even prayed for this. It isn't that I don't want this for him. It is just that in my mind Jaxson graduating marks a change in our family. Things will never again be as they are. Someone will be graduating and leaving every couple of years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That being said, it is time that I hold on to this moment. I am proud of Jaxson. I am grateful that he is my son. I am honored to be his mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More letters will come. Some good, some bad. No matter where he decides to go, I am grateful for a son that wants to go to college. I am grateful that we are in a position to help him do that. We are blessed and these are all good things!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-5932753338400766785?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5932753338400766785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5932753338400766785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5932753338400766785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5932753338400766785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/every-moment.html' title='Every Moment'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-8IIBo9eI/AAAAAAAABNE/N8nQhf_AzWw/s72-c/IMG_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-547024992127203795</id><published>2011-01-25T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:37:13.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married to an "older man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I know what it feels like to be married to an "older man!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim's flight did not land until after midnight, so it really was his birthday. The "Preference" kids had all gone home, so we decided we would all go pick up Tim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wT77VgNI/AAAAAAAABMw/sOLA2yzjaBQ/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wT77VgNI/AAAAAAAABMw/sOLA2yzjaBQ/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tim-"Let's all get In N Out.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids-"No, we are going to IHOP"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Tim-"Isn't it MY birthday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Kids-"Yeah, but we are going to IHOP!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wdP0RePI/AAAAAAAABM0/LCL3RM4CT8U/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wdP0RePI/AAAAAAAABM0/LCL3RM4CT8U/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wnpKWhjI/AAAAAAAABM4/pH9ndaaZumA/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wnpKWhjI/AAAAAAAABM4/pH9ndaaZumA/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tim accepting that this celebration is due to his old age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-w0zgATUI/AAAAAAAABM8/2ir6YiJSgnw/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-w0zgATUI/AAAAAAAABM8/2ir6YiJSgnw/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretending he is okay with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-yV9gAVzI/AAAAAAAABNA/eIj6DeOX_xI/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-yV9gAVzI/AAAAAAAABNA/eIj6DeOX_xI/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made this book of "40 Things We Love About You." for Tim. It is filled with pictures of Tim and quotes from each of the kids about their dad! Great gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a great birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-547024992127203795?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/547024992127203795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=547024992127203795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/547024992127203795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/547024992127203795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/married-to-older-man.html' title='Married to an &quot;older man&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-wT77VgNI/AAAAAAAABMw/sOLA2yzjaBQ/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2156818240487351592</id><published>2011-01-23T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:44:57.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2156818240487351592?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2156818240487351592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2156818240487351592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2156818240487351592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2156818240487351592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2537346313390227191</id><published>2011-01-22T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:35:32.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 40!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 40TH TIMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvXwMKrNrI/AAAAAAAABL4/X6xKCXCqpPI/s1600/20091209_4947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvXwMKrNrI/AAAAAAAABL4/X6xKCXCqpPI/s400/20091209_4947.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days I wonder how I got so lucky to marry someone as great as this guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, it sounds cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT'S TRUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvXz3ah9JI/AAAAAAAABL8/MPLW79KW1FA/s1600/20100124_5149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvXz3ah9JI/AAAAAAAABL8/MPLW79KW1FA/s400/20100124_5149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;sexy (as shown above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hard worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a great dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvYBMgQBsI/AAAAAAAABMA/R9O93KhQT_0/s1600/20110108_9904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvYBMgQBsI/AAAAAAAABMA/R9O93KhQT_0/s400/20110108_9904.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dedicated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;faithful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;honest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvYGTgw-iI/AAAAAAAABMI/tMyKnUv0dZw/s1600/IMG_3863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvYGTgw-iI/AAAAAAAABMI/tMyKnUv0dZw/s400/IMG_3863.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;did I mention sexy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sensitive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;athletic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this guy with all my heart. I love the father that he is to his children. I love the husband that he is to me. I love that his children love and respect him. I just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2537346313390227191?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2537346313390227191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2537346313390227191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2537346313390227191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2537346313390227191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-whos-40.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 40!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTvXwMKrNrI/AAAAAAAABL4/X6xKCXCqpPI/s72-c/20091209_4947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6088794408667486132</id><published>2011-01-22T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:53:08.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna is 16! It kills me. As many of you know, she is now allowed to date boys. (Much to Tim's chagrin!) Tonight she went to "Preference." Preference is a girl's choice dance. This meant that Hanna had to come up with a clever way to ask someone to accompany her to this dance. She asked her friend, Nate. She made a poster that said, "I got so nervous to ask you to preference that I PEED on your porch. She put frozen peas all over his porch. Clever? I know. That is my Hanna!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate replied with the word "YES" spelled out on our porch in chocolate covered raisins. (It looked like some kind of poop.) For the record, I couldn't be more proud of either of them. Very original!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I just want to blog about how beautiful Hanna looked and what a fun group they went with, I want to express how much I love Hanna. I loved watching her plan. They went with a of group 7 couples. All of them great kids. I watched as they made plans, changed plans and carried out plans. I loved dress shopping with Hanna. I loved watching all aspects of the preparation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched all of my kids help clean the house and watch each other while I was busy cooking, taking pictures and serving dinner to the Preference group. Don't get me wrong. My kids were all human and definitely did not do all of this with a smile. What matters to me is that they did it. When I needed their help, they supported both Hanna and I. What more could a mom ask? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-j76zilbI/AAAAAAAABMM/xUuZpoHWAbg/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-j76zilbI/AAAAAAAABMM/xUuZpoHWAbg/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ally, a good friend of Hanna's, came to see her all ready. I love this girl and am so grateful for "good" friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kEf5Ed0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/dWvdR03wjRs/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kEf5Ed0I/AAAAAAAABMQ/dWvdR03wjRs/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hanna and Nate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kOaYr99I/AAAAAAAABMU/kdi7NL87FCU/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kOaYr99I/AAAAAAAABMU/kdi7NL87FCU/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kZqZfO9I/AAAAAAAABMY/AymtFMLbvZA/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-kZqZfO9I/AAAAAAAABMY/AymtFMLbvZA/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-koTIYQAI/AAAAAAAABMc/QqlIRvPICUk/s1600/IMG_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-koTIYQAI/AAAAAAAABMc/QqlIRvPICUk/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The group again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-k27La79I/AAAAAAAABMg/UuKvoIrmsp8/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-k27La79I/AAAAAAAABMg/UuKvoIrmsp8/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lC27CC4I/AAAAAAAABMk/ElzQoEPexNs/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lC27CC4I/AAAAAAAABMk/ElzQoEPexNs/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once again, the fabulous Joy Markham, helped me do the dinner. Now, when I use the word, "HELPED," I mean that Joy told me what to make, what groceries to get and then she cooked the main course. Everyone needs a friend like Joy. Just find your own friend like Joy. This Joy is taken!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only is Joy a fabulous friend and neighbor to me, my girls LOVE her. At the end of the day that is what matters most. My girls look up to Joy and love her to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy happens to be married to CRAZY Bill Markham. (Shown in the background here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love Bill too. I just like to give him a hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lRmfgPRI/AAAAAAAABMo/akWpF_nt7YU/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lRmfgPRI/AAAAAAAABMo/akWpF_nt7YU/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinner time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lf6NzMRI/AAAAAAAABMs/cEblOaQ_V_Q/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-lf6NzMRI/AAAAAAAABMs/cEblOaQ_V_Q/s400/IMG_0464.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dance everyone came back to our house for an "ice cream bar." This was such a fun group of kids. It was an honor to have them in our home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34354207-6088794408667486132?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6088794408667486132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6088794408667486132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6088794408667486132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6088794408667486132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/preference.html' title='Preference!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TT-j76zilbI/AAAAAAAABMM/xUuZpoHWAbg/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3038610492459087238</id><published>2011-01-20T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:25:26.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy, Bill and I took "the littles" to BYU to watch the musical Peter Pan. It was really good. Made for a late night, but all the girls liked it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjDsaC3IvI/AAAAAAAABLs/TsrCRtROa5w/s1600/20110119_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjDsaC3IvI/AAAAAAAABLs/TsrCRtROa5w/s400/20110119_0335.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjDzQTdhdI/AAAAAAAABLw/GMpgMu5f-9k/s1600/20110119_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjDzQTdhdI/AAAAAAAABLw/GMpgMu5f-9k/s400/20110119_0336.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Showing Bill the Love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjD5_n280I/AAAAAAAABL0/iPqSrwJCvMY/s1600/20110119_0337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjD5_n280I/AAAAAAAABL0/iPqSrwJCvMY/s400/20110119_0337.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good times! Great friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3038610492459087238?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3038610492459087238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3038610492459087238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3038610492459087238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3038610492459087238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTjDsaC3IvI/AAAAAAAABLs/TsrCRtROa5w/s72-c/20110119_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7224121765526277444</id><published>2011-01-20T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:10:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey everyone! I posted some family pics on my "new and improved" &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TreasureLayne&lt;/span&gt; blog. Just click on the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TreasureLayne button&lt;/span&gt; to the right and check it out! Would love to hear comments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7224121765526277444?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7224121765526277444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7224121765526277444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7224121765526277444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7224121765526277444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1280831564819994734</id><published>2011-01-17T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:13:35.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time with "the littles!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the big kids had plans so Grandma Robin and I took "the littles" to see Gulliver's Travels. I am not a huge Jack Black fan, but I thought it was a cute movie. The little girls loved it and giggled a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTSTAOlmg_I/AAAAAAAABLk/N_k4XFEgw-s/s1600/20110115_0313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTSTAOlmg_I/AAAAAAAABLk/N_k4XFEgw-s/s400/20110115_0313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie's friend, Jacee, came to see it with us. They brought their American Girl dolls with them. How could they not? They spent the hour before the movie getting the dolls "ready" for our outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTSTJM-p8ZI/AAAAAAAABLo/dJ1R1Wk8kHc/s1600/20110115_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTSTJM-p8ZI/AAAAAAAABLo/dJ1R1Wk8kHc/s400/20110115_0314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie and Jacee have been friends since they were 2. They play so well together and always have a good time. I have been blessed with great girls friends and it makes me so happy that&amp;nbsp; Emmie has too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1280831564819994734?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1280831564819994734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1280831564819994734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1280831564819994734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1280831564819994734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/movie-time-with-littles.html' title='Movie Time with &quot;the littles!&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTSTAOlmg_I/AAAAAAAABLk/N_k4XFEgw-s/s72-c/20110115_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8638261368197990717</id><published>2011-01-15T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:32:28.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTI_rZPQJ6I/AAAAAAAABLc/1qTPXZ6pMRc/s1600/newblogmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTI_rZPQJ6I/AAAAAAAABLc/1qTPXZ6pMRc/s400/newblogmo.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is funny. Every book you read about parenting will tell you that it isn't good to have a "favorite" child. I disagree. Today my favorite is Morgan. How can it not be Morgan? Look at this cute necklace she gave me. Just out of the blue, "Mom, look what I bought you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTI_6VJzdrI/AAAAAAAABLg/DaVTtZdwVHI/s1600/20110115_0312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTI_6VJzdrI/AAAAAAAABLg/DaVTtZdwVHI/s400/20110115_0312.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her. To all my other children, tomorrow's spot is still open. Start sending the gifts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not send hate mail. I am joking. I love all my kids the same (Most of the time). I just thought it was so cute that Morgan found this and thought of me. Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8638261368197990717?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8638261368197990717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8638261368197990717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8638261368197990717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8638261368197990717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/todays-favorite.html' title='Todays Favorite'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TTI_rZPQJ6I/AAAAAAAABLc/1qTPXZ6pMRc/s72-c/newblogmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3388008274246597830</id><published>2011-01-06T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:04:14.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone feel my pain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else feel like once you have children,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; nothing is sacred&lt;/span&gt; anymore? It's true. For example....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday I went to put on the outfit I had planned to wear and....one of my beautiful girls wore it and got a hole right on the front. I changed and decided to wear a skirt that someone had put away with spots down the front. Frustrated, I decided to wear a shirt that wasn't anywhere to be found. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GRRRRRR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Often the kids come home from school and one of them is wearing an article of clothing that belongs to me. When I say, "I would like to be asked before they wear something of mine." I am told that they thought it was okay because it was in their room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Occasionally, I go to get in my car and don't have one because one of the kids has it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frequently, I am ready to go to sleep and anywhere from 1-5 kids are in my room, in my bed, on my chair, using my brush, wanting my blow dryer etc. etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, it was no surprise when cleaning off/ organizing picture files on my computer(we do have a "kids" computer), I found about 100 of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZjxNyewgI/AAAAAAAABLI/ub1gsJo8hZ0/s1600/Photo+143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZjxNyewgI/AAAAAAAABLI/ub1gsJo8hZ0/s400/Photo+143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZj-J5trsI/AAAAAAAABLM/TModfZpZ8u8/s1600/Photo+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZj-J5trsI/AAAAAAAABLM/TModfZpZ8u8/s400/Photo+138.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkCFuNEGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/K7wlFCFfGhs/s1600/Photo+134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkCFuNEGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/K7wlFCFfGhs/s400/Photo+134.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkJ5bN5EI/AAAAAAAABLU/J7UbAPjEFG8/s1600/Photo+173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkJ5bN5EI/AAAAAAAABLU/J7UbAPjEFG8/s400/Photo+173.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkQEFgPBI/AAAAAAAABLY/AKO71qll53g/s1600/Photo+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZkQEFgPBI/AAAAAAAABLY/AKO71qll53g/s400/Photo+165.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Does anyone feel my pain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I might &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt; about it. Certainly, I will &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;moan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;groan&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Secretly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't have it any other way!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3388008274246597830?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3388008274246597830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3388008274246597830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3388008274246597830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3388008274246597830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-anyone-feel-my-pain.html' title='Does anyone feel my pain?'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSZjxNyewgI/AAAAAAAABLI/ub1gsJo8hZ0/s72-c/Photo+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-297902993542165073</id><published>2011-01-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:16:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson was on one tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; First we got to watch Jaxson &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SWOOSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; three pointers in his Jr. Jazz basketball game. He definitely gets that shot from &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt; Nothing makes me happier than watching Tim out there coaching the boys. They don't need a coach, they just need an old guy to sit on the side line and pretend he is the coach. Really, Tim let the boys do "their thing." But I love watching Jaxson and Tim together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9RHdDXwI/AAAAAAAABKs/ZkkWQtktNDM/s1600/jbball3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9RHdDXwI/AAAAAAAABKs/ZkkWQtktNDM/s400/jbball3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9VBjWaHI/AAAAAAAABKw/-zkUrCBtmiM/s1600/jbball1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9VBjWaHI/AAAAAAAABKw/-zkUrCBtmiM/s400/jbball1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9XXh0Q1I/AAAAAAAABK0/zbNExGzh4fc/s1600/jbball2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9XXh0Q1I/AAAAAAAABK0/zbNExGzh4fc/s400/jbball2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we got home from Jaxson's game, Emmie was sad. She was afraid we wouldn't get home before she and Ryanne fell asleep. I gave her some love and then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson descended upon her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9Z3fNUOI/AAAAAAAABK4/PkEbo2rBHZs/s1600/nightynight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9Z3fNUOI/AAAAAAAABK4/PkEbo2rBHZs/s400/nightynight.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He kissed her until she couldn't stop giggling. It was really cute! I just love them!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9cXNwzKI/AAAAAAAABK8/IpfN6ZDpaJ8/s1600/goonight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9cXNwzKI/AAAAAAAABK8/IpfN6ZDpaJ8/s400/goonight.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then, Jaxson decided to show Hanna who was boss. He definitely won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9h4X8UBI/AAAAAAAABLE/4NJhlw60bVc/s1600/jandhnight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9h4X8UBI/AAAAAAAABLE/4NJhlw60bVc/s400/jandhnight.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone will sleep well tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Jax for a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-297902993542165073?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/297902993542165073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=297902993542165073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/297902993542165073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/297902993542165073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/jaxson.html' title='Jaxson'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSP9RHdDXwI/AAAAAAAABKs/ZkkWQtktNDM/s72-c/jbball3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1168521380704538784</id><published>2011-01-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:43:38.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-1-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While trying to put together a book of pictures from last year, I realized that I have very few pictures of adults. While I love my kids dearly, I wanted to document fun trips and play dates with Tim and our friends. This year, I plan to remedy that problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Tim and I went to a movie with Joy and Bill Markham. We then invaded Wingers too close to closing. It seemed like maybe they weren't very happy to turn the oven back on to make our "cookie zookie." NO matter.....It was a great "cookie zookie." The wings were fabulous too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSPDBKCcuHI/AAAAAAAABKo/JMZSM47Oepo/s1600/1-1-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSPDBKCcuHI/AAAAAAAABKo/JMZSM47Oepo/s400/1-1-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the ending of a great day. I photographed a wedding, ate breakfast with Timmy, and shopped with my girls all afternoon! It doesn't get better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are blessed with great kids, jobs, and friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to a great 2011!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1168521380704538784?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1168521380704538784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1168521380704538784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1168521380704538784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1168521380704538784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-1-11.html' title='1-1-11'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TSPDBKCcuHI/AAAAAAAABKo/JMZSM47Oepo/s72-c/1-1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-540056842577719128</id><published>2010-12-25T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:56:39.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoping everyone enjoyed the holidays as much as we did! I can honestly say that I loved every minute of the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent Christmas Eve at Kate's house with grandma and cousins. It's always "quite the party!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9MCLGbDI/AAAAAAAABJc/NcSyAO-F9Vk/s1600/chr1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9MCLGbDI/AAAAAAAABJc/NcSyAO-F9Vk/s400/chr1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9d0udSbI/AAAAAAAABJg/ukKuar8irnk/s1600/chr2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9d0udSbI/AAAAAAAABJg/ukKuar8irnk/s400/chr2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9har6ckI/AAAAAAAABJk/uWcEODfZQ7o/s1600/chr3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_BF5Jj4I/AAAAAAAABKA/Njh928mgQvY/s400/hc.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Day we opened presents and played games, did puzzles, watched movie and &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; ate.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_jd1HeXI/AAAAAAAABKE/Ku7IXRD7rTg/s1600/chr5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_jd1HeXI/AAAAAAAABKE/Ku7IXRD7rTg/s400/chr5.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_mQ4zAHI/AAAAAAAABKI/bWkBkI3TRaA/s1600/chr6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_-KL5uyI/AAAAAAAABKg/scz9jvG2aYo/s1600/chr13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-_-KL5uyI/AAAAAAAABKg/scz9jvG2aYo/s400/chr13.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR_AHwMyVkI/AAAAAAAABKk/ClqvPgdpG7M/s1600/chr9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR_AHwMyVkI/AAAAAAAABKk/ClqvPgdpG7M/s400/chr9.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else notice that my kids are always "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;making faces&lt;/span&gt;" in pictures? I'm not sure where they get that!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loved Christmas 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-540056842577719128?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/540056842577719128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=540056842577719128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/540056842577719128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/540056842577719128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TR-9MCLGbDI/AAAAAAAABJc/NcSyAO-F9Vk/s72-c/chr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5126255139795317713</id><published>2010-12-24T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:51:16.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas' the Week before Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all through the house, nobody sat down....Not even a mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have had a CRAZY week before Christmas. Life never seems to settle down here. However, I wanted to post this quickly. I have loved this Christmas season. I have loved watching my kids pick gifts for their siblings. I love that they are excited to watch each other open gifts. I have loved every minute of time spent together. This is, after all, our "last December" before Jaxson graduates(I jokingly say with a tear in my eye and a half smile on my face). Here is a brief play by play of the week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Dance Show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSDFSrWII/AAAAAAAABIc/GB4ON2y6_fU/s1600/danceshow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSDFSrWII/AAAAAAAABIc/GB4ON2y6_fU/s400/danceshow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna had a "Senior Sleepover" with her dance team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSJAj0vkI/AAAAAAAABIg/9BFtiJ2EG6s/s1600/seniorparty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSJAj0vkI/AAAAAAAABIg/9BFtiJ2EG6s/s400/seniorparty.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow day with cousins from Vegas and Haidyn. I must say, I loved the snowman they built!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSPhPv0aI/AAAAAAAABIk/RpInC3eTW0A/s1600/snowman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSPhPv0aI/AAAAAAAABIk/RpInC3eTW0A/s320/snowman1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSQ4VrRJI/AAAAAAAABIo/RK6Xh1-aLHY/s1600/snowman2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSQ4VrRJI/AAAAAAAABIo/RK6Xh1-aLHY/s320/snowman2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim took all the younger kids sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSSN84aQI/AAAAAAAABIs/XUrwImfBUBk/s1600/bbsledding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSSN84aQI/AAAAAAAABIs/XUrwImfBUBk/s320/bbsledding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a "Festivus" celebration with the Markhams and Kellehers. It was so fun. We couldn't ask for better friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSUWcGmzI/AAAAAAAABIw/wAJeNLNHDJs/s1600/festivus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSUWcGmzI/AAAAAAAABIw/wAJeNLNHDJs/s320/festivus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spaghetti Factory with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSXB1QUBI/AAAAAAAABI0/2cjAi-nL4Pk/s1600/spghetti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSXB1QUBI/AAAAAAAABI0/2cjAi-nL4Pk/s320/spghetti.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the week before Christmas at the BYU basketball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSY-0TCdI/AAAAAAAABI4/8VCsFp8zVT8/s1600/byubb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSY-0TCdI/AAAAAAAABI4/8VCsFp8zVT8/s320/byubb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been blessed! It really has been "the most wonderful time of the year!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-5126255139795317713?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5126255139795317713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5126255139795317713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5126255139795317713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5126255139795317713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/twas-week-before-christmas.html' title='Twas&apos; the Week before Christmas....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TRUSDFSrWII/AAAAAAAABIc/GB4ON2y6_fU/s72-c/danceshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5290913173879856978</id><published>2010-12-17T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:40:08.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My good friend, Eli, spent the afternoon with us yesterday! We had so much fun. WE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;had treats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played kick ball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate Dinobytes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc., etc., etc.,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQwPtzNyxhI/AAAAAAAABIY/GEOIMykX39M/s1600/20101217_8790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQwPtzNyxhI/AAAAAAAABIY/GEOIMykX39M/s400/20101217_8790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie read him a story and Eli cried when it was time to go home. It is pretty safe to say that everybody around here loves that guy! Thanks for a fun day, Eli. Let's do it again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-5290913173879856978?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5290913173879856978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5290913173879856978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5290913173879856978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5290913173879856978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/eli.html' title='Eli'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQwPtzNyxhI/AAAAAAAABIY/GEOIMykX39M/s72-c/20101217_8790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2089258594844956375</id><published>2010-12-14T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:45:37.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Days of Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly love this time of year. I have seen friends that I don't usually see shopping and out to dinner. It has been so good to see and hear from everyone! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also love the 12 days of Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQfH_yMpdoI/AAAAAAAABIU/XlD9WzQbwks/s1600/11and12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQfH_yMpdoI/AAAAAAAABIU/XlD9WzQbwks/s640/11and12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa has been dropping off gifts for the 12 days of Christmas. Emmie noticed that the writing was the same as mine. I explained that Santa is in a hurry and asks me to write the note.Emmie never misses a step! I love that girl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2089258594844956375?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2089258594844956375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2089258594844956375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2089258594844956375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2089258594844956375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html' title='Twelve Days of Christmas....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQfH_yMpdoI/AAAAAAAABIU/XlD9WzQbwks/s72-c/11and12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1596487319318862767</id><published>2010-12-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:35:11.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY DAY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After two week s of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQJ_6ObakZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/PsPQX5U8qDA/s1600/20101209_8671+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQJ_6ObakZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/PsPQX5U8qDA/s400/20101209_8671+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tree is up!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My "to do"lists of late have been daunting. Today I am almost finished with everything. I think I will have a lazy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1596487319318862767?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1596487319318862767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1596487319318862767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1596487319318862767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1596487319318862767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/lazy-day.html' title='LAZY DAY....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQJ_6ObakZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/PsPQX5U8qDA/s72-c/20101209_8671+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4269743104861749625</id><published>2010-12-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:26:07.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't lie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't lie. I love Christmas cards! I love going to the mail every day in December. They come from all over, from old friends and new. I love opening Christmas cards almost as much as I love opening presents. It makes me happy to read about and see pictures of family and friends that we love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfhNQg73I/AAAAAAAABII/W8rRW0JGj-4/s1600/20101209_8675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfhNQg73I/AAAAAAAABII/W8rRW0JGj-4/s400/20101209_8675.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That being said, my excitement for getting the mail in December was met with dismay the other day. I ran to get the mail. I was shuffling through junk mail looking for Christmas cards from everyone that I love. When I stumbled across this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfe9idfvI/AAAAAAAABIA/5fUA-EB7YSQ/s1600/20101209_8667+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfe9idfvI/AAAAAAAABIA/5fUA-EB7YSQ/s400/20101209_8667+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfgHvrYjI/AAAAAAAABIE/PCtql3vqVfo/s1600/20101209_8669+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfgHvrYjI/AAAAAAAABIE/PCtql3vqVfo/s400/20101209_8669+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can't see it. It is a note from the U of U thanking Jaxson for applying to their college. While I am absolutely 100% supportive and proud. I am sad. This marks a change in our lives that I am not sure I am sufficiently prepared for. I love Jax. I love the decisions he is making. I want him to move ahead in life. Is it wrong for me to admit that I meet this pending cross road with some sadness??? Don't judge me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFlA8UfBMI/AAAAAAAABIM/bRJkWt_ynlo/s1600/jaxfordad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFlA8UfBMI/AAAAAAAABIM/bRJkWt_ynlo/s320/jaxfordad.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want him to be 5 again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4269743104861749625?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4269743104861749625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4269743104861749625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4269743104861749625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4269743104861749625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-lie.html' title='I can&apos;t lie....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TQFfhNQg73I/AAAAAAAABII/W8rRW0JGj-4/s72-c/20101209_8675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4934866766507400562</id><published>2010-12-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:52:38.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan and Brookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when Morgan gets her hands on my camera....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJjXXPZTI/AAAAAAAABHc/1sv8RUH8fm4/s1600/20101123_7434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJjXXPZTI/AAAAAAAABHc/1sv8RUH8fm4/s400/20101123_7434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJqPz3UcI/AAAAAAAABHg/Cb1NTC21fBs/s1600/20101123_7435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJqPz3UcI/AAAAAAAABHg/Cb1NTC21fBs/s400/20101123_7435.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJwbOOjiI/AAAAAAAABHk/JSmgGfjqIsg/s1600/20101123_7436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJwbOOjiI/AAAAAAAABHk/JSmgGfjqIsg/s400/20101123_7436.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJ3G91B5I/AAAAAAAABHo/hq_yP5K8N8I/s1600/20101123_7437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJ3G91B5I/AAAAAAAABHo/hq_yP5K8N8I/s400/20101123_7437.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJ9LSeAHI/AAAAAAAABHs/HS6K_GzANWg/s1600/20101123_7438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJ9LSeAHI/AAAAAAAABHs/HS6K_GzANWg/s400/20101123_7438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKFu3B_WI/AAAAAAAABHw/__XNQzTogKI/s1600/20101123_7439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKFu3B_WI/AAAAAAAABHw/__XNQzTogKI/s400/20101123_7439.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKN7RK4PI/AAAAAAAABH0/HpoX2J_mi2A/s1600/20101123_7440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKN7RK4PI/AAAAAAAABH0/HpoX2J_mi2A/s400/20101123_7440.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKWqD3xaI/AAAAAAAABH4/T11--3Nbt7k/s1600/20101123_7441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKWqD3xaI/AAAAAAAABH4/T11--3Nbt7k/s400/20101123_7441.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKeBB7zHI/AAAAAAAABH8/92G0bZ0x4ag/s1600/20101123_7442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsKeBB7zHI/AAAAAAAABH8/92G0bZ0x4ag/s400/20101123_7442.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan might be Brookie's favorite person! I just love this little game that the two of them played!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good times!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4934866766507400562?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4934866766507400562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4934866766507400562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4934866766507400562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4934866766507400562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/morgan-and-brookie.html' title='Morgan and Brookie'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPsJjXXPZTI/AAAAAAAABHc/1sv8RUH8fm4/s72-c/20101123_7434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7475142792740448023</id><published>2010-12-02T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:43:36.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson is playing an a "Junior Jazz" basketball team again this year. They had their first game the other night and demolished the other team. Really, the score was 40 something to 8. I love watching Jaxson play. I love him. I know most of the guys (I am no longer allowed to call them "boys")on his team. I am so happy that Jaxson and his friends are comfortable around me. I love bantering with the guys on the sidelines almost as much as I love watching them play together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta love the "white man's afro!" Again, I love this guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFV9xS0jI/AAAAAAAABHI/7LqhqyMYBZs/s1600/jb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFV9xS0jI/AAAAAAAABHI/7LqhqyMYBZs/s400/jb.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFYAI4yHI/AAAAAAAABHM/f5xiJZwlQ0Q/s1600/jbball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFYAI4yHI/AAAAAAAABHM/f5xiJZwlQ0Q/s400/jbball.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFa-NCZ5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/dm68csxT-1M/s1600/jblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFa-NCZ5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/dm68csxT-1M/s400/jblog.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFfoOpBMI/AAAAAAAABHY/YnvyuMwv8D8/s1600/jbbal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFfoOpBMI/AAAAAAAABHY/YnvyuMwv8D8/s400/jbbal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta love the "white man's afro!" Again, I love this guy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7475142792740448023?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7475142792740448023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7475142792740448023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7475142792740448023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7475142792740448023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/junior-jazz.html' title='Junior Jazz'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPhFV9xS0jI/AAAAAAAABHI/7LqhqyMYBZs/s72-c/jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7860591772572233712</id><published>2010-11-29T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:06:41.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPSCP50cxZI/AAAAAAAABHE/YKKyyBbWHfI/s1600/t20101127_8077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPSCP50cxZI/AAAAAAAABHE/YKKyyBbWHfI/s400/t20101127_8077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving! Each one of our kids asked if we could "just stay home" for Thanksgiving. The more I heard that question, the more I was grateful for my family. I love that our kids just wanted to be home together to enjoy the holiday! That alone is a tremendous blessing. We had extended family from my side join us. The kids were great, the food was fantastic, and the company was even better! The list of things I am grateful for seems to get longer and longer everyday. I am truly blessed in so many ways. It is so nice to have a day in the middle of this crazy season to reflect on all that we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weathered the "Black Friday" crowds with my older girls and sister. I really just got a kick out of watching people fight over $4.00 toys. My girls were cute and loved the excitement. It is quite a turning point when you love to shop with your daughters. (I'm sure Tim would agree!) We had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see "Tangled" on Saturday. Loved it! Jaxson opted out. How could I even argue? I think Tim might have wished he were with Jax. I thought the movie was so cute and loved some of the music. The littles loved the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are grateful to have neighbors home safe (life always seems better when Joy is home) and leftovers in the fridge. We are even more grateful for the many people who have touched our lives in so many ways. I am also SOOOOO GRATEFUL that we have more than a month down in the count down until the Crocketts return. There is not a day that goes by that one of my kids doesn't express how much they miss them. I feel the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7860591772572233712?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7860591772572233712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7860591772572233712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7860591772572233712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7860591772572233712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TPSCP50cxZI/AAAAAAAABHE/YKKyyBbWHfI/s72-c/t20101127_8077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6653478207812725467</id><published>2010-11-24T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:36:27.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie all ready for Market Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TO2D361qSII/AAAAAAAABHA/k53Me6_ZOyg/s1600/emmiemarket+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TO2D361qSII/AAAAAAAABHA/k53Me6_ZOyg/s320/emmiemarket+day.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: "Emmie, how was Market Day?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie: "It was awesome. I SOLD OUT in the first 20 minutes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: "WOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie: "There was one boy who didn't sell anything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: "That is sad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie: "I know, there was 5 minutes left so I gave him $100 for all of his donuts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: "That was so nice of you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie: "I know!" (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta love Emmie!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6653478207812725467?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6653478207812725467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6653478207812725467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6653478207812725467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6653478207812725467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/success.html' title='A Success!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TO2D361qSII/AAAAAAAABHA/k53Me6_ZOyg/s72-c/emmiemarket+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2554789623932865016</id><published>2010-11-22T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:50:24.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts and Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I helped my friend, Shannon make these cute capes for her son, Hayes', Birthday. I was gone by the time he got home to see them. Apparently, he like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOtg-_PcKZI/AAAAAAAABG4/WNWImILWhJU/s1600/hayes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOtg-_PcKZI/AAAAAAAABG4/WNWImILWhJU/s320/hayes1.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOthA3gFyHI/AAAAAAAABG8/Qw3ZJ8yxQGM/s1600/hayes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOthA3gFyHI/AAAAAAAABG8/Qw3ZJ8yxQGM/s320/hayes2.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I came home to help Emmie make tye dye shirts for Market Day at school tomorrow. I love how excited Emmie gets! She was so cute. This ended being a family project. I hope Market Day is a success. Even if it isn't, everyone enjoyed "family tye dye" afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOtg8RCJnpI/AAAAAAAABG0/g7opN0tiAZk/s1600/tyedyegirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOtg8RCJnpI/AAAAAAAABG0/g7opN0tiAZk/s320/tyedyegirls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was all arts and crafts here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2554789623932865016?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2554789623932865016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2554789623932865016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2554789623932865016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2554789623932865016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/arts-and-crafts.html' title='Arts and Crafts'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOtg-_PcKZI/AAAAAAAABG4/WNWImILWhJU/s72-c/hayes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4645080325263757376</id><published>2010-11-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:20:53.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmie is 9!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie is&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; 9 &lt;/span&gt;today! All she wanted was a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;! We kept telling her that she wasn't going to get one. Emmie told me that "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO MATTER WHAT, SHE DID NOT WANT CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;" for her birthday. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Naturally&lt;/span&gt;, I bought her clothing!!!Emmie opened present after present  of clothing. She even did so with a smile on her face. The last thing she opened was a coat. In the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pocket&lt;/span&gt; she found......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOg49jyrCGI/AAAAAAAABGw/T3IS_DJHm6c/s1600/em.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOg49jyrCGI/AAAAAAAABGw/T3IS_DJHm6c/s400/em.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;purple cell phone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie is happy which makes me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little info about Em...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She makes me laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is very easy going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has her "own" style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a good friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves telling stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She won't go to bed unless Ryann is close by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a great student&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't imagine our family without Emmie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Emmie!!! You are loved!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4645080325263757376?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4645080325263757376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4645080325263757376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4645080325263757376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4645080325263757376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/emmie-is-9.html' title='Emmie is 9!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOg49jyrCGI/AAAAAAAABGw/T3IS_DJHm6c/s72-c/em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5094168291552512148</id><published>2010-11-16T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:50:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby/Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOMXWL0Z5BI/AAAAAAAABGo/h5M6OASWgps/s1600/mandr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOMXWL0Z5BI/AAAAAAAABGo/h5M6OASWgps/s400/mandr.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ruby loves Elmo. She has this Elmo shirt that she always wants to wear. In fact Carey has to rotate laundry pretty fast to keep Ruby's Elmo shirt ready for wear. Morgan got this shirt from a friend for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, when I was in New York and saw a "Ruby sized" shirt like Mo's, I had to buy it. Turns out, Carey was not thrilled with the idea. She was weaning Elmo shirts from Ruby's wardrobe! To that I say,"hahahahahahahahahaha!" Love to you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryanne wanted in on the photo shoot, so she borrowed Morgy's shirt. Ruby is honestly one Ryannes favorite people. (Next to me. Of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOMYiQ3_p9I/AAAAAAAABGs/mo57n9Ij2ug/s1600/rr+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOMYiQ3_p9I/AAAAAAAABGs/mo57n9Ij2ug/s400/rr+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you probably can tell......We are MISSING Ruby like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-5094168291552512148?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5094168291552512148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5094168291552512148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5094168291552512148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5094168291552512148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/rubyelmo.html' title='Ruby/Elmo'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TOMXWL0Z5BI/AAAAAAAABGo/h5M6OASWgps/s72-c/mandr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3757667874879004979</id><published>2010-11-12T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:31:37.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell dinner!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't like it a bit, but I have finally accepted that the Crocketts have moved. The adult/mature side of me is happy for them to have this&amp;nbsp; adventure. As we all know, that side of me is small. The rest of me is looking forward to Joy and I going to visit and counting the days until they return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-FXfYdQI/AAAAAAAABGY/Co166uoqnVg/s1600/m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-FXfYdQI/AAAAAAAABGY/Co166uoqnVg/s400/m.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan and Ruby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-HoRKCzI/AAAAAAAABGc/ZxpIFbtORJg/s1600/h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-HoRKCzI/AAAAAAAABGc/ZxpIFbtORJg/s400/h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna and Carey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-J_SascI/AAAAAAAABGg/kbKRN3lNUTA/s1600/jj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-J_SascI/AAAAAAAABGg/kbKRN3lNUTA/s400/jj.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxson and Jude&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-L1VybzI/AAAAAAAABGk/E3lh-0vUdwc/s1600/r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-L1VybzI/AAAAAAAABGk/E3lh-0vUdwc/s400/r.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby and Carey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The night before they left, Ruby and Jude came trick-or-treating and then we had a "farewell dinner." Another bitter-sweet event! Joy made great food! It was a nice evening! I am touched by the love my family has for the Crocketts! Everyone cried when it was time to say goodbye. Ryanne is definitely my tender child. She loves those guys so much she cried for a couple of hours. I can't express how grateful I am that my kids have so many wonderful people that love them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love and miss them to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3757667874879004979?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3757667874879004979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3757667874879004979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3757667874879004979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3757667874879004979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/farewell-dinner.html' title='Farewell dinner!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TN2-FXfYdQI/AAAAAAAABGY/Co166uoqnVg/s72-c/m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1274440501918098716</id><published>2010-11-10T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:36:24.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jude's blessing was bitter sweet. It was one of the last things to be done before the Crocketts left for Australia. For, those of you who know me, I like to pretend things aren't happening until the last moment possible. I love Jude and will miss him terribly. I am sad that he doesn't know me the way Ruby did at Jude's age. I rarely get to hold Jude because every time I do, Ruby says, "Kari hold you." Which means she wants me to hold her. Which, I do with a smile because she loves me and I love her. In any event, it was a fun day. As always, grateful for good friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqG5-4AzI/AAAAAAAABGM/e9708pjFOrc/s1600/mj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqG5-4AzI/AAAAAAAABGM/e9708pjFOrc/s400/mj.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan never misses an opportunity to tell me that Jude loves her more than me. Which he does! How could he not? Just look at how cute Morgan is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqJEZPVJI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xMMNlTl-Ouc/s1600/jb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqJEZPVJI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xMMNlTl-Ouc/s400/jb.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he handsome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqLat7kPI/AAAAAAAABGU/9ijs4Zrfh-U/s1600/rs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqLat7kPI/AAAAAAAABGU/9ijs4Zrfh-U/s400/rs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby makes me smile!!! Just look at that cheeser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1274440501918098716?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1274440501918098716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1274440501918098716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1274440501918098716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1274440501918098716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/judes-blessing.html' title='Jude&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNsqG5-4AzI/AAAAAAAABGM/e9708pjFOrc/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5490996099454976265</id><published>2010-11-06T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:58:03.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tfbfJ0v5b8/TKFa_RbulnI/AAAAAAAABQw/6Bbk7Joz90Q/s1600/lib3.jpg" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tfbfJ0v5b8/TKFa_RbulnI/AAAAAAAABQw/6Bbk7Joz90Q/s400/lib3.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie's little friend, Libby, was baptized today. Libby looked so pretty in her baptism dress. It was such a beautiful day. Casey, Libby's father, talked about Libby and her understanding of baptism. He talked about how the night before her baptism, Libby had told him that baptism was "taking the next step in our commitment to Heavenly Father." I love that! Then he told a story about a man from his mission. A man who loved and wanted to serve his country.&amp;nbsp; He had been in the military at one point, but wasn't anymore. He had written the government asking to be allowed back in the military. It was so important to him. Unfortunately, they never let him back in.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, baptism was a big step for this man. After he was baptized, Casey (then a missionary) asked him how he felt. The young man replied, "Like a soldier with a chest full of medals." Casey ended the story by saying that this man realized that where he wanted to be was different than what Heavenly Father had in store for him and that it was okay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely loved that story! Thank you, Casey. I needed to hear that today. I am so grateful for the Bulkleys! I love that they let us be part of this special day. I love that our lives are blessed with great friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-5490996099454976265?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5490996099454976265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5490996099454976265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5490996099454976265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5490996099454976265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/libbys-baptism.html' title='Libby&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tfbfJ0v5b8/TKFa_RbulnI/AAAAAAAABQw/6Bbk7Joz90Q/s72-c/lib3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7393379869837313835</id><published>2010-11-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:34:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNN16JNh85I/AAAAAAAABGI/qeXdRu7aS8M/s1600/hannabday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNN16JNh85I/AAAAAAAABGI/qeXdRu7aS8M/s400/hannabday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna is 16 today. I can't even wrap my head around that! I couldn't let today pass without publicly letting her know how amazing I think she is. Hanna is truly a blessing in our home. I had a dream about Hanna when I was pregnant with her. I knew how important she was to Heavenly Father. I knew I was so lucky to be able to be her parent. Never could I have imagined how many things Hanna would teach me. A few words come to mind when I think of Hanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODNESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TENDER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HONEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GREAT JUDGE OF CHARACTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our kids are all so close that when they were young I literally felt like I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. There were times (even years) that I remember feeling totally inadequate and completely overwhelmed. I remember people saying to enjoy that phase of life. I wanted to laugh right out loud. How could anyone enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carrying screaming kids out of restaurants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wiping up one kids puke and the others poop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having the neighbor knock on your door holding your one year olds hand saying, "we found this outside"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;years of sleepless nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bathtubs overflowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;broken hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the school calling and saying, "did you know that when your sons knee is the size of a cantaloupe,&amp;nbsp; you should keep him home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing you were a walking add for birth control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing people were so nice and helpful because they pitied you and knew that they were wondering when you would figure out where babies came from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the list could go on and on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back, I do wish I had enjoyed those times more. I wish I had worried less about how everyone looked and more about how everyone felt. Now, I mourn knowing that Hanna can drive, and that just like Jaxson, she will be gone more and more. I treasure all of our memories even more. Hanna is an amazing daughter. She is not only my daughter, she is one of my very best friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hanna. I am so proud of you! You are a great person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7393379869837313835?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7393379869837313835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7393379869837313835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7393379869837313835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7393379869837313835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNN16JNh85I/AAAAAAAABGI/qeXdRu7aS8M/s72-c/hannabday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3162965851933875434</id><published>2010-11-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:37:54.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a slacker, I know!!! Last week seemed like a whirlwind. I am behind but decided to post this and fill in the blanks as time allows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie and her best little friend Haidyn were fairies this year. They were so cute. I love them both to death. The Turleys came over for pizza and then all the little kids went trick or treating. They hit 3 neighborhoods and felt like they were "the stuff!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNI26Or4AQI/AAAAAAAABGE/PWANWWZ_ugU/s1600/halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNI26Or4AQI/AAAAAAAABGE/PWANWWZ_ugU/s400/halloween.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not take as many pictures as I would liked to have. They were all really cute and had tons of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3162965851933875434?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3162965851933875434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3162965851933875434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3162965851933875434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3162965851933875434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNI26Or4AQI/AAAAAAAABGE/PWANWWZ_ugU/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6293393457514202060</id><published>2010-10-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:17:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the privilege of spending UEA weekend in New York City with Hanna. We went with some friends and their daughters also. What a BLAST!! We shopped, ate, went sight seeing, shopped, ate and ate some more. Having a large family is wonderful. However, I realized how little one on one time I get with each of my kids. Hanna is so much fun. I will always cherish the memory of our trip to New York!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQHSiW0eI/AAAAAAAABEg/kZ0dMt-M1VM/s320/bb20101028_4883.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miranda, Hanna and Brynne on the airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQHSiW0eI/AAAAAAAABEg/kZ0dMt-M1VM/s1600/bb20101028_4883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQJ77XCdI/AAAAAAAABEk/TwU9hmDgVS0/s320/bb20101028_4881.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Big Suz, Me, Lucie and Polly on the airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQJ77XCdI/AAAAAAAABEk/TwU9hmDgVS0/s1600/bb20101028_4881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQL-67ykI/AAAAAAAABEo/lKgheNMrHNA/s320/bb20101028_4864.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girls in the LIMO. That's right, I said LIMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQL-67ykI/AAAAAAAABEo/lKgheNMrHNA/s1600/bb20101028_4864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQN3gSemI/AAAAAAAABEs/MtqxDRbZzvE/s320/bb20101028_4860.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The moms getting in the Lime (I know, these two pictures are out of order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQN3gSemI/AAAAAAAABEs/MtqxDRbZzvE/s1600/bb20101028_4860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQQLyolVI/AAAAAAAABEw/RcHU3HQ7vNY/s320/bb20101028_4850.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eating at Ray's Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQQLyolVI/AAAAAAAABEw/RcHU3HQ7vNY/s1600/bb20101028_4850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQTB6UpFI/AAAAAAAABE0/wy4eaVvQ8bk/s320/bb20101028_4847.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This guy sang to us on the Subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQTB6UpFI/AAAAAAAABE0/wy4eaVvQ8bk/s1600/bb20101028_4847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQVco0bkI/AAAAAAAABE4/jhKMHnktMgg/s1600/bb20101028_4819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQVco0bkI/AAAAAAAABE4/jhKMHnktMgg/s320/bb20101028_4819.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The streets of New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQXvlGt2I/AAAAAAAABE8/YxVn8vWIpVY/s320/bb20101028_4816.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The moms on Canal Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQXvlGt2I/AAAAAAAABE8/YxVn8vWIpVY/s1600/bb20101028_4816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQedDDvSI/AAAAAAAABFE/QWcwtQ0Xy6o/s320/bb20101028_4814.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanna loves graffiti A picture seemed only appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQedDDvSI/AAAAAAAABFE/QWcwtQ0Xy6o/s1600/bb20101028_4814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQiHy_9hI/AAAAAAAABFI/aUfpzX3neIo/s320/bb20101028_4803.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQiHy_9hI/AAAAAAAABFI/aUfpzX3neIo/s1600/bb20101028_4803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQn7wzJfI/AAAAAAAABFM/JWV09CCU4zA/s320/bb20101028_4795.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was a church by our hotel. I loved the red door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQn7wzJfI/AAAAAAAABFM/JWV09CCU4zA/s1600/bb20101028_4795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQqyrifkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/KXK59zamfK8/s320/bb20101028_4776.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sightseeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQqyrifkI/AAAAAAAABFQ/KXK59zamfK8/s1600/bb20101028_4776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQtvtqfmI/AAAAAAAABFU/tyHNlz5Ai8E/s320/bb20101028_4770.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are the coolest churches all over town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQtvtqfmI/AAAAAAAABFU/tyHNlz5Ai8E/s1600/bb20101028_4770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQwec54rI/AAAAAAAABFY/2NLufZYUGFQ/s320/bb20101028_4768.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The girlies in front of a church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQwec54rI/AAAAAAAABFY/2NLufZYUGFQ/s1600/bb20101028_4768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQzfAeEfI/AAAAAAAABFc/sXhgIewOycY/s320/bb20101028_4714.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanna and I at Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQzfAeEfI/AAAAAAAABFc/sXhgIewOycY/s1600/bb20101028_4714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ1E43KjI/AAAAAAAABFg/SPby5o6emu0/s320/bb20101028_4712.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ1E43KjI/AAAAAAAABFg/SPby5o6emu0/s1600/bb20101028_4712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ5LzCQiI/AAAAAAAABFk/LyuoUQeNrTc/s320/bb20101028_4660.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The whole gang in Central Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ5LzCQiI/AAAAAAAABFk/LyuoUQeNrTc/s1600/bb20101028_4660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ968uD2I/AAAAAAAABFo/J5xegbRU1L0/s320/bb20101028_4659.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chilling in Central Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQ968uD2I/AAAAAAAABFo/J5xegbRU1L0/s1600/bb20101028_4659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRAai6ZjI/AAAAAAAABFs/CsrDJMH4rn8/s320/bb20101028_4639.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The day we were leaving, we rented bikes and rode through Central Park. I didn't even have to pedal! (hee, hee, hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRAai6ZjI/AAAAAAAABFs/CsrDJMH4rn8/s1600/bb20101028_4639.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRI9D6q9I/AAAAAAAABFw/nNr-NcE0y_M/s1600/bb20101028_4632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRI9D6q9I/AAAAAAAABFw/nNr-NcE0y_M/s320/bb20101028_4632.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRMG9neHI/AAAAAAAABF0/R23I37ku3WE/s320/bb20101028_4625.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanna and Brynne riding Tandem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRMG9neHI/AAAAAAAABF0/R23I37ku3WE/s1600/bb20101028_4625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCROZLnZHI/AAAAAAAABF4/9PLnmic_b9I/s320/bb20101028_4622.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I loved hailing cabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCROZLnZHI/AAAAAAAABF4/9PLnmic_b9I/s1600/bb20101028_4622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRQZYks7I/AAAAAAAABF8/APSJB28psuo/s320/bb20101028_4606.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Naked Cowboy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRQZYks7I/AAAAAAAABF8/APSJB28psuo/s1600/bb20101028_4606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRSzTS5YI/AAAAAAAABGA/DC28IKpDUJw/s1600/bb20101028_4604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCRSzTS5YI/AAAAAAAABGA/DC28IKpDUJw/s320/bb20101028_4604.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home from this trip with a renewed appreciation for my family. For a husband who works so hard and makes it possible for us to do things like take trips to New York. For family and friends who helped with my kids at home. For all of my wonderful children who were happy and nice while I was gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for time spent with Hanna. Hanna is an amazing young woman. She is thoughtful, kind and respectful. I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home grateful for the person that I am. Though my faults are many, at the end of the day I am a good person. I am grateful for all the many people and experiences that have made me the person that I am. I like me and I love that my kids like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I loved, loved , loved this trip! Thanks everyone for a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6293393457514202060?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6293393457514202060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6293393457514202060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6293393457514202060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6293393457514202060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/nyc.html' title='NYC!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TNCQHSiW0eI/AAAAAAAABEg/kZ0dMt-M1VM/s72-c/bb20101028_4883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3550315661433261952</id><published>2010-10-09T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:23:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>Having 4 sisters has finally paid off for Jax. He wanted to ask this cute girl to Homecoming but needed a female touch. Luckily for him, he has plenty of females around to lend a hand. Morgan and I helped him make up a poem and Morgan went with him to put it on her porch! I don't have a picture of his invitation. But, lucky for everyone, I have a picture of her reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL53l9_F7eI/AAAAAAAABC0/_Us72vWx5rY/s1600/20100928_1528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL53l9_F7eI/AAAAAAAABC0/_Us72vWx5rY/s400/20100928_1528.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL54VnEzrWI/AAAAAAAABC4/bJ8VzubUpgU/s1600/ja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL54VnEzrWI/AAAAAAAABC4/bJ8VzubUpgU/s400/ja.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jaxson took Ashley to Homecoming. Ashley is such a fun girl. She has been to the house a few times and never seems flustered by the craziness that we call "home." She is also very beautiful. All of Jaxson's sisters are enamored by her and think Ashley is so nice. Emmie even likes her!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL54piqrT5I/AAAAAAAABC8/vCriuiIK_Xg/s1600/jaxandashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL54piqrT5I/AAAAAAAABC8/vCriuiIK_Xg/s400/jaxandashley.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jaxson and seven of his friends are fortunate to have Joy as my friend and neighbor. I made dinner and Joy set her beautiful home up so these kids could have a semi formal. I loved having them all here. I can't express the gratitude I feel for all these amazing kids. I love that Jaxson has such good friends. I love that they feel comfortable around Tim and I. I am also lucky that most of them know and love Joy! My favorite comment of the day was Jaxson's reply when I told him that he needed to see Joy's house.&amp;nbsp; I told him that it looked so good. His reply to me was, "Mom, I know. It is Joy. I knew she would take care of us." Honetly, I almost cried! I love that Jax knows he can count on Joy! I have been blessed with really great friends that love my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL547WgyWrI/AAAAAAAABDA/hEancrO63DA/s1600/d20101009_3361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL547WgyWrI/AAAAAAAABDA/hEancrO63DA/s400/d20101009_3361.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After dinner they went to the dance and then came back to my house for the ultimate ice cream sundae bar. I can't, nor will I even try, to imagine my life without so many wonderful people being part of it! I am so honored that these kids trusted me and Joy enough to let us serve them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3550315661433261952?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3550315661433261952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3550315661433261952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3550315661433261952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3550315661433261952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TL53l9_F7eI/AAAAAAAABC0/_Us72vWx5rY/s72-c/20100928_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3432400766036393274</id><published>2010-09-30T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:17:29.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Morgan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to Morgy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKULYF2ZztI/AAAAAAAABCw/NnEfNFmq3h0/s1600/Morgan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKULYF2ZztI/AAAAAAAABCw/NnEfNFmq3h0/s400/Morgan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been thinking about the day Morgan was born. I remember the delivery room was full of spectators. It seemed like everyone was anxious for Morgan to join our family. Even Dr. Corry's nurse came to the hospital. I guess what I am saying is Morgan was loved and anxiously awaited for long before she was born. When Hanna was a newborn, I told Tim I was so excited because I knew we had more kids coming and I just wanted them here! We welcomed Morgan with open arms. Today she is 14 years old! I can't believe what a beautiful, talented strong young woman she has become. Morgan has taught me many things over the years. All of which, (okay, MOST of which) I am grateful for. I'm not sure what I did to deserve a daughter as wonderful as Morgan! Happy Birthday Morgan! You are loved beyond measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKULKjZ_bAI/AAAAAAAABCs/6JNMGD0WuAc/s1600/20100811_8409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKULKjZ_bAI/AAAAAAAABCs/6JNMGD0WuAc/s400/20100811_8409.jpg" width="400" /&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/34354207-3432400766036393274?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3432400766036393274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3432400766036393274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3432400766036393274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3432400766036393274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-morgan.html' title='Happy Birthday Morgan!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKULYF2ZztI/AAAAAAAABCw/NnEfNFmq3h0/s72-c/Morgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8686927400330336633</id><published>2010-09-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:04:07.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOKM_20cI/AAAAAAAABCM/t2IUcJFdCUI/s1600/20100925_1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOKM_20cI/AAAAAAAABCM/t2IUcJFdCUI/s400/20100925_1125.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am truly SPOILED! Last Friday a friend of mine was having a wedding reception in Philipsburg, Montana. Tim and I left Thursday evening and drove to Idaho falls. We got up early Friday and drove to Philipsburg, or "Pburg"(if you are Tim or a local). "Pburg" is the coolest little town. Great little buildings. Great people! It was so fun to meet Heidi's husband and see the town that she had told me so much about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOaKNlxBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NZ1EVtsXIlk/s1600/20100925_1121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOaKNlxBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NZ1EVtsXIlk/s400/20100925_1121.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOd9SfTfI/AAAAAAAABCU/y3GlD1_gfBY/s1600/20100925_1129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOd9SfTfI/AAAAAAAABCU/y3GlD1_gfBY/s400/20100925_1129.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOg9hePXI/AAAAAAAABCY/kTNsX8LGphY/s1600/20100925_1197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOg9hePXI/AAAAAAAABCY/kTNsX8LGphY/s400/20100925_1197.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi's family owns a huge candy shop known as, "The Sweet Palace." I was in heaven!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOsHye2AI/AAAAAAAABCc/pEBJWBgCAJE/s1600/20100925_1195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGO55d8etI/AAAAAAAABCg/rXSWdCVNq4w/s1600/20100925_1199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGO55d8etI/AAAAAAAABCg/rXSWdCVNq4w/s400/20100925_1199.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate lunch at a little restaurant in town. Tim kicked my trash at Checkers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGPFL1r-lI/AAAAAAAABCk/wblCfq1fRx0/s1600/d20100925_1166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGPFL1r-lI/AAAAAAAABCk/wblCfq1fRx0/s400/d20100925_1166.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi looked so happy! She was beautiful. Her family was everything she had told me and more! I loved everything about our visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOsHye2AI/AAAAAAAABCc/pEBJWBgCAJE/s1600/20100925_1195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGPgYmeiXI/AAAAAAAABCo/0c1_oiC8i-c/s1600/d20100925_1175+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGPgYmeiXI/AAAAAAAABCo/0c1_oiC8i-c/s400/d20100925_1175+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it home just in time to see our family friend, Jacee, baptized! Tim and I seriously got to the church right as the baptism was starting. We walked in to see all 5 of our beautiful children sitting in the church, dressed nicely and happy. I am spoiled! I have a great husband, an awesome famiy and amazing friends! What more could a girl ask for????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8686927400330336633?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8686927400330336633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8686927400330336633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8686927400330336633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8686927400330336633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TKGOKM_20cI/AAAAAAAABCM/t2IUcJFdCUI/s72-c/20100925_1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3525164583829418796</id><published>2010-09-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:48:22.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects....</title><content type='html'>This has been quite the week. "Normal life" (if there is such a thing) has been crazy, Tim was gone this week, and for some reason I thought starting a "few" projects would be a swell idea. I was DEAD WRONG! We have been walking around in a maze of unfinished projects. It has honestly been driving me CRAZY! Thankfully, two of my many projects are now complete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have been taking pictures for a few years now. I finally decided to start an "official" business. Check out my new blog&lt;a href="http://treasurelaynephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt; http://treasurelaynephotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I am blessed to have amazing family AND friends. This was definitely a group project.&amp;nbsp; "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you" to everyone who has helped me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I bought this old piece of furniture at an antique store. This is what it looked like when I bought it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJWEkO8gncI/AAAAAAAABB8/VZ9eDWfAFHY/s1600/oldtable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJWEkO8gncI/AAAAAAAABB8/VZ9eDWfAFHY/s400/oldtable.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=34354207"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJWEmpgeMUI/AAAAAAAABCE/6yRGpWW3ICA/s1600/newtable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJWEmpgeMUI/AAAAAAAABCE/6yRGpWW3ICA/s400/newtable.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure if I will ever endeavor to do something like that again. BUT, I love it! I can't wait for Timmy to see it! :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3525164583829418796?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3525164583829418796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3525164583829418796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3525164583829418796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3525164583829418796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/projects.html' title='Projects....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJWEkO8gncI/AAAAAAAABB8/VZ9eDWfAFHY/s72-c/oldtable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8565839412891527890</id><published>2010-09-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:07:19.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO LONE PEAK!</title><content type='html'>Morgan is a "Lone Peak Cheerleader" this year! It was so fun to watch her in action!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA1X91v8SI/AAAAAAAABB0/GCjUURUaPNw/s400/20100902_9605.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan is quite the "tumbler!" It was amazing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA0vS7XIfI/AAAAAAAABBk/xDBHqhmfOMs/s400/20100902_9541.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie and Haidyn, her dedicated fans....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA0MKs-1rI/AAAAAAAABBU/3m7b-S_lR-M/s400/20100902_9518.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she so cute?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA0MKs-1rI/AAAAAAAABBU/3m7b-S_lR-M/s1600/20100902_9518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA1CmxUQFI/AAAAAAAABBs/wbYAVPRzjoo/s1600/20100902_9589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA1CmxUQFI/AAAAAAAABBs/wbYAVPRzjoo/s400/20100902_9589.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA1X91v8SI/AAAAAAAABB0/GCjUURUaPNw/s1600/20100902_9605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA0vS7XIfI/AAAAAAAABBk/xDBHqhmfOMs/s1600/20100902_9541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Morgan is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dependable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cautious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very social&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dedicated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love you Morgy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8565839412891527890?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8565839412891527890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8565839412891527890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8565839412891527890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8565839412891527890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/go-lone-peak.html' title='GO LONE PEAK!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TJA1X91v8SI/AAAAAAAABB0/GCjUURUaPNw/s72-c/20100902_9605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8188157199624158519</id><published>2010-09-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:39:37.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to My Ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH_DJGMHDcI/AAAAAAAABA8/SF2kjq-DoXM/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH_DJGMHDcI/AAAAAAAABA8/SF2kjq-DoXM/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine if you will, these four girls getting ready for school in ONE bathroom! It could be (and I am sure sometimes will be) ugly. So far they have been amazing. So, I have to document it. I hear them in the bathroom helping each other, telling each other how nice they look, and giving opinions on what each other is wearing. I hear them tell each other "good bye," and to have a great day! It is music to my ears! I love these girls! More than that, I love that they love each other!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to many more beautiful mornings with beautiful girls.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8188157199624158519?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8188157199624158519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8188157199624158519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8188157199624158519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8188157199624158519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to My Ears!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH_DJGMHDcI/AAAAAAAABA8/SF2kjq-DoXM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8673988779062004098</id><published>2010-08-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:31:07.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy taking pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3VM3yUBZI/AAAAAAAABA0/ibZ0nhHrAug/s1600/20100721_7975+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3VM3yUBZI/AAAAAAAABA0/ibZ0nhHrAug/s400/20100721_7975+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3RF_wslCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/uUkKTNc33H8/s1600/20100829_9234+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3RF_wslCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/uUkKTNc33H8/s400/20100829_9234+copy.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3RXioI-aI/AAAAAAAAA_M/1NpzymogOcA/s1600/20100829_9269+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3RXioI-aI/AAAAAAAAA_M/1NpzymogOcA/s400/20100829_9269+copy.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3RmcAixBI/AAAAAAAAA_U/bW98hp4A14o/s1600/20100829_9260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3SoCuGG4I/AAAAAAAAA_s/EYMqmzk8pTc/s400/20100829_9228.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3Spof11XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RGHZcZAi6wE/s1600/20100811_8424+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3Spof11XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/RGHZcZAi6wE/s400/20100811_8424+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TDx07tKI/AAAAAAAAA_8/t5YSQj_5v6k/s1600/20100811_8469+as+Smart+Object-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TDx07tKI/AAAAAAAAA_8/t5YSQj_5v6k/s400/20100811_8469+as+Smart+Object-1+copy.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TX5SqWmI/AAAAAAAABAE/OTreGTdtFpQ/s1600/20100811_8395+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TX5SqWmI/AAAAAAAABAE/OTreGTdtFpQ/s400/20100811_8395+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TsvBRMqI/AAAAAAAABAM/Tjfu1FJHK4o/s1600/20100810_8296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3TsvBRMqI/AAAAAAAABAM/Tjfu1FJHK4o/s400/20100810_8296.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3T_WwzFlI/AAAAAAAABAU/4UfUVVjWHCM/s1600/20100721_7942+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3T_WwzFlI/AAAAAAAABAU/4UfUVVjWHCM/s400/20100721_7942+copy.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3UOv2guCI/AAAAAAAABAc/VfFwq7nTLLo/s1600/20100721_7926+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3UOv2guCI/AAAAAAAABAc/VfFwq7nTLLo/s400/20100721_7926+copy.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3UitlqICI/AAAAAAAABAk/ZRkyZcZ3i-o/s1600/20100721_7899+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3UitlqICI/AAAAAAAABAk/ZRkyZcZ3i-o/s400/20100721_7899+copy.jpg" width="400" /&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/34354207-8673988779062004098?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8673988779062004098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8673988779062004098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8673988779062004098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8673988779062004098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/crazy-taking-pictures.html' title='Crazy taking pictures!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/TH3VM3yUBZI/AAAAAAAABA0/ibZ0nhHrAug/s72-c/20100721_7975+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8483707699515450015</id><published>2010-08-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:30:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;Many socks enter our washing machine NEVER to return! Does anyone else have a "pile" or "basket" that houses mates to the socks that have been "eaten" by the washing machine??? Hoping that one day the mate will miraculously appear and the world will be right again? I am willing to bet that nobody else has a "sock pile" that looks like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsl0L_8ylI/AAAAAAAAA-k/40FWbpqw5PU/s1600/20100829_9213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsl0L_8ylI/AAAAAAAAA-k/40FWbpqw5PU/s320/20100829_9213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;Every morning my children go to the "sock pile" in search of a PAIR of socks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmMiLvk-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/AsHSR-cz0hc/s1600/20100829_9214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmMiLvk-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/AsHSR-cz0hc/s320/20100829_9214.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS THE OUTCOME.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmNp_wmrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Mf98xG-5fQM/s1600/20100829_9208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmNp_wmrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Mf98xG-5fQM/s320/20100829_9208.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure what bothers me more. The fact that they don't even kind of match, or the fact that they look like this.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmOukMBLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MUHITNBve-w/s1600/20100829_9203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsmOukMBLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MUHITNBve-w/s320/20100829_9203.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;I am proud to say, "Goodbye sock pile! I can no longer hold on to each of you hoping that one day your mate will be found. It is with sadness that I put you in the trash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8483707699515450015?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8483707699515450015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8483707699515450015' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8483707699515450015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8483707699515450015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THsl0L_8ylI/AAAAAAAAA-k/40FWbpqw5PU/s72-c/20100829_9213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2058325367068105995</id><published>2010-08-26T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:12:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're off......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the faces that greet the question, "Can I just take a couple of quick pics before you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrtu32khI/AAAAAAAAA-M/hoTfL7NJwFc/s1600/hannaday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrtu32khI/AAAAAAAAA-M/hoTfL7NJwFc/s400/hannaday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509850365043315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrtb2hhvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RYrTPBnSLyg/s1600/20100825_9174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrtb2hhvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RYrTPBnSLyg/s400/20100825_9174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509850359937468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any sympathy?&lt;br /&gt;These are the good looking faces that surrender to my pleading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrgvj1E3I/AAAAAAAAA98/SvlQ4i4vuTk/s1600/20100825_9177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrgvj1E3I/AAAAAAAAA98/SvlQ4i4vuTk/s400/20100825_9177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509850141889467250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrfycSNdI/AAAAAAAAA90/6Y7G35efjjg/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrfycSNdI/AAAAAAAAA90/6Y7G35efjjg/s400/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509850125483259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much better huh? They are so cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; is a SENIOR!!! Hanna is a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;These are the faces of love as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; teases Hanna without mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbsAqbiWRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6MmkV7i8E84/s1600/20100825_9178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbsAqbiWRI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6MmkV7i8E84/s400/20100825_9178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509850690268322066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any sympathy yet??????&lt;br /&gt;These are the angelic faces that ASK for a couple of quick pics before they go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbqvAdUEJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O8WiX_vzas4/s1600/20100825_9179+as+Smart+Object-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbqvAdUEJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O8WiX_vzas4/s400/20100825_9179+as+Smart+Object-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509849287432081554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan is in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbquYJfWAI/AAAAAAAAA9k/33NGa8Ns2_o/s1600/20100825_9168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbquYJfWAI/AAAAAAAAA9k/33NGa8Ns2_o/s400/20100825_9168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509849276611516418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie is in 3rd grade and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; is a "big" 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my life! And it's beautiful!" (I say with a smile.) In all honesty, I MISSED my kids today. No one asked where I was when I came in from running. No one joined me in the shower to ask futile questions. No one made messes and left them all over the house. And no one cared if I came or went. Wait, did I miss them?!!!  I DID!!! I love these kids, funny faces and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a new chapter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2058325367068105995?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2058325367068105995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2058325367068105995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2058325367068105995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2058325367068105995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school-2010.html' title='First Day of School 2010!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/THbrtu32khI/AAAAAAAAA-M/hoTfL7NJwFc/s72-c/hannaday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1667478856374325997</id><published>2010-05-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:34:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAXSON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_xIjkm3HKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ge1btEv6yc0/s1600/20090919_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_xIjkm3HKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ge1btEv6yc0/s400/20090919_0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475331022934973602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seventeen years ago today, right this minute, I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first born. Who would he look like? Would he have my temper or be more mild mannered like Tim? Would he love me? Who will he be when he grows up? Would he have a thirst for knowledge? Will he know that he has a noble lineage? Looking back, it seems odd.....I meet this day with very similar questions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; might not ever fully understand the magnitude of the birth order in our family. I want him to understand that he was given a mission long before he was ever born. I know that he carries a weight that few people in our family understand. It is very real. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; is the comfort to a pain that has no healing. To put it simply, he is a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; entered this world with a strength that I have always admired. I love the answers to the questions posed the day as I waited for him to join our family. He looks like his father. He has Tim's disposition. He studies more out of necessity than desire. I believe he has a knowledge of his birthright. I still wait to see who he will be when he grows up. I know I will love him no matter who or what he becomes. I know that he has his own cheering section on earth and in heaven. I am eternally grateful for the relationship he shared with my maternal grandparents. He was a light in their lives, as he is in mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; shoulders the responsibility of being the oldest and the only man in the house when Tim is gone. (Not an easy task with 5 hormonal women in house.)He is a friend and help to our family and friends. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt;. I love the relationship he has with his father. I love that he holds the Priesthood. I love his friends. I have fasted and prayed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxson's&lt;/span&gt; friends. They are good young men. While they eat more than anyone I know, they are a help and a blessing to my family. I love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; is the same person no matter who is around or where he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; has a "few" faults. His faults are far from my focus this day! Happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;! I am so proud to have you for a son!!!&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/34354207-1667478856374325997?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1667478856374325997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1667478856374325997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1667478856374325997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1667478856374325997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/jaxson.html' title='JAXSON!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_xIjkm3HKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ge1btEv6yc0/s72-c/20090919_0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7638727404743148186</id><published>2010-05-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:00:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Marnae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_tF_KDnSGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4H5iUO_i7Fs/s1600/IMG_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_tF_KDnSGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4H5iUO_i7Fs/s400/IMG_2904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475046723332556898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_tEXWyIXoI/AAAAAAAAA88/2kG32NV_Pus/s1600/20091126_4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_tEXWyIXoI/AAAAAAAAA88/2kG32NV_Pus/s400/20091126_4111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475044940042493570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow is my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marnae's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. I have to blog about it tonight because tomorrow is also the birthday of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt;. It is a great day! For some reason, I NEVER forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marnae's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. As unforgettable as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marnae's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is for me, so too, is she. I love her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most down to earth, honest people I know. I do not know many people who serve others more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt;. I have many memories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt; ....of girls, dance, late nights in hotels, laughing, playing and yes, even crying. When my girls were all young, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt; helped me in so many ways. Now that they are older, she continues to help me. I could never repay her for all that she does for me and my family. Tim and I have been honored to share special events with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ballantyne&lt;/span&gt; family. Her daughters carry on her tradition of serving and blessing the lives of those around them. I honestly don't have words to express the love and gratitude I feel for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt;. I know she is truly a blessing in my life. I know that my kids respect and love her. She is a woman that every mother would want their kids to not only know, but have as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt; part of their lives . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt; has always been an example to me and everyone around her. She has been there at times when I felt like grief would consume me. She has loved me at times when I felt unlovable. She has inspired me at times when I felt so far from the spirit. I need to express my gratitude to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Marnae&lt;/span&gt; for talks over tears, and the unconditional love she has always shared with me. I wish her the happiest of birthdays and want her to know how much I love her! To know Marnae is to love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7638727404743148186?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7638727404743148186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7638727404743148186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7638727404743148186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7638727404743148186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-marnae.html' title='Happy Birthday Marnae!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_tF_KDnSGI/AAAAAAAAA9U/4H5iUO_i7Fs/s72-c/IMG_2904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2585470684786811639</id><published>2010-05-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:58:16.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carey Crockett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_HUWTa6WPI/AAAAAAAAA80/24uksKLlTGQ/s1600/IMGP3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_HUWTa6WPI/AAAAAAAAA80/24uksKLlTGQ/s400/IMGP3634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472388501867223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thirty seven years ago, one of my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; people was born. It would be years later before I realized the full impact of that event, but I will forever be grateful!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Carey&lt;/span&gt; is, to put it simply, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;! I get emotional just thinking about how lucky I am to have her in my life! Carey has seen me at my worst, and loves me in spite of myself.  She has been my  cheerleader and confidante. Carey has the uncanny ability to make people want to be better. She makes me want to be better! She is an amazing friend. Carey is smart. She loves my children unconditionally and they know it! I am touched by how willing Carey is to love my children and let them be such a big part of her family. I know that each of my children love and respect Carey also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets talk about one of Carey's greatest accomplishments: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/span&gt;! I love that little girl! Ruby is blessed to have such a wonderful woman as her mother. Carey and I were friends before Ruby was born. I like to think that Ruby has only enhanced our friendship. I love being able to talk motherhood with Carey (The good, the bad and the ugly). Carey is so down to earth that she makes it easy to tell her how you are feeling. Carey will always tell me when she thinks I am wrong, but I know without a doubt that she loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say? Other than that "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE CAREY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" I wish her a year of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2585470684786811639?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2585470684786811639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2585470684786811639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2585470684786811639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2585470684786811639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/carey-crockett.html' title='Carey Crockett'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S_HUWTa6WPI/AAAAAAAAA80/24uksKLlTGQ/s72-c/IMGP3634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1934943707680044211</id><published>2010-05-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:28:16.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heaven for Little Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zK0m7iifI/AAAAAAAAA8c/k2c0wAXik-w/s1600/20100513_6856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zK0m7iifI/AAAAAAAAA8c/k2c0wAXik-w/s400/20100513_6856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470970652500593138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was definitely a PARTY!! It was a "little girl" heaven! We had a play date with Libby, Indie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacee&lt;/span&gt;. The girls played jump rope, colored with side walk chalk, and jumped on the trampoline.  Everyone seemed to love just being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zLMkDbaDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/VCAmYg27F-4/s1600/20100513_6858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zLMkDbaDI/AAAAAAAAA8s/VCAmYg27F-4/s400/20100513_6858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470971064045234226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was fantastic! We barbecued hot dogs and ate dinner outside. Since our kids usually eat together anyway, Joy and I decided to "tag team" for dinner. Carey and Ruby even came to hang out at the sorority house. Days like today make me smile! Even hot dogs taste good with friends and family around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zK1EclBVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/nv0j-JlAm9I/s1600/20100513_6857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zK1EclBVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/nv0j-JlAm9I/s400/20100513_6857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470970660423796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was young, I babysat for the Barnes family. They had four wild and crazy boys. I loved those kids. I always thought that I wanted a house full of boys like the "Barnes boys." I couldn't love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; more. I love when the house is full of  boys &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;girls. But, I wouldn't trade my four sweet girls  and all of the little girls that come to play at our house for anything! I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank Heaven &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; of these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute girls!&lt;/span&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/34354207-1934943707680044211?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1934943707680044211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1934943707680044211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1934943707680044211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1934943707680044211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-heaven-for-little-girls.html' title='Thank Heaven for Little Girls!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-zK0m7iifI/AAAAAAAAA8c/k2c0wAXik-w/s72-c/20100513_6856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7767668471284169575</id><published>2010-05-12T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:16:38.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellbusch Family Fun/Vans Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we begin week number 3 of Tim being out of town. Luckily, his flight was Monday night. We got all the kids out of school and had family night at 11 am. In our never ending effort to appease all ages, we decided to surprise the kids with a day of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t2g8BE-jI/AAAAAAAAA78/YSpX_PKnWeQ/s1600/20100510_6839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t2g8BE-jI/AAAAAAAAA78/YSpX_PKnWeQ/s400/20100510_6839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470596480610138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We checked them out of school and headed to lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t26hi31PI/AAAAAAAAA8M/imJUFUGxDyk/s1600/20100510_6843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t26hi31PI/AAAAAAAAA8M/imJUFUGxDyk/s400/20100510_6843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470596920180724978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate at "Santa Monica Pizza." They have this great "all you can eat" lunch special. The kids loved it and I loved watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t2hz-4VYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YxjIAXtunpk/s1600/20100510_6840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t2hz-4VYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YxjIAXtunpk/s400/20100510_6840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470596495633307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile Hanna!!! This is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellbusch&lt;/span&gt; Family Fun Day!" &lt;/span&gt;Look at how cute Timmy is! I just love that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t27Z_u3lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jjA_EXJh9XY/s1600/20100510_6847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t27Z_u3lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jjA_EXJh9XY/s400/20100510_6847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470596935334157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, and much to the surprise of our kids, we headed to  the mall. When we walked in the "Vans" store, we told them that each of them could pick a pair of new Vans. They thought Tim and I were the BOMB. (I mean, I know we are, but it is refreshing when the kids think so too.) I am sure the worker was happy to see us leave. As per the pic, Tim was not happy to see the receipt. It was a fun day! I am truly blessed with a great husband. He is such a hard worker and an amazing father.&lt;br /&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; spending this day with Tim and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; beating them at "Name that Tune."&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; laughing with them.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; loving them!!!!!&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/34354207-7767668471284169575?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7767668471284169575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7767668471284169575' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7767668471284169575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7767668471284169575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellbusch-family-funvans-day.html' title='Hellbusch Family Fun/Vans Day...'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-t2g8BE-jI/AAAAAAAAA78/YSpX_PKnWeQ/s72-c/20100510_6839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4365414729443497175</id><published>2010-05-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:36:09.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dancers Against Cancer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW! What a night! Morgan and Hanna performed in a Benefit Concert for our friend, Tiffanie. Tiffanie is one amazing young woman who is undergoing treatment for muscular cancer. Obviously, many people share our thoughts and feelings about Tiffanie. The auditorium at Pleasant Grove High School was overflowing with supporters. Tiffanie's aunt and cousins put the whole program together. The group, "Afterglow" sang a few songs and MC'd the concert, dance teams from all over the area danced in honor of Tiffanie, even artists from "Dancing with the Stars" shared their talents with the hope of raising money for Tiffanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-jeFsgYtiI/AAAAAAAAA7s/vY3DU4pDU1g/s1600/tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-jeFsgYtiI/AAAAAAAAA7s/vY3DU4pDU1g/s400/tiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469865936869176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of Morgan and Hanna. They truly "caught the vision" of this concert and encouraged many others to do the same. We have known Tiffanie for years. My girls look up to her and the example she sets for those around her. I am forever indebted to Tiffanie for the strength and determination that she is so selflessly teaching my children. I am grateful to a Heavenly Father that has let our lives be influenced by so many great people. As a mother, I feel so inadequate at times. I need others to help me teach my children in area's that I am lacking. I know that as a family we have been richly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the concert, everyone who has been touched by cancer was asked to stand. Few people remained in their chairs. As I watched and listened to Tiffanie, who has stubble where beautiful hair once resided and casts on both feet, one word came to mind....HOPE!!!!! I know that is why Tiff and her family remain so strong. I know that is why my family looks to her and learns lessons of endurance. I know that is why many people face each day anew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of these things, and so many more, I truly stand amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-jeE77d3aI/AAAAAAAAA7k/I9OCotXkrvM/s1600/kidsatconcert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-jeE77d3aI/AAAAAAAAA7k/I9OCotXkrvM/s400/kidsatconcert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469865923829423522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Avery, Emmie and Haidyn watching the concert)&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/34354207-4365414729443497175?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4365414729443497175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4365414729443497175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4365414729443497175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4365414729443497175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancers-against-cancer.html' title='&quot;Dancers Against Cancer&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-jeFsgYtiI/AAAAAAAAA7s/vY3DU4pDU1g/s72-c/tiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8388834798045398738</id><published>2010-05-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:22:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...my other dance shoe...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-tqfm6ZGLI/AAAAAAAAA70/90ZJ3_fs8XI/s1600/20100512_6852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-tqfm6ZGLI/AAAAAAAAA70/90ZJ3_fs8XI/s400/20100512_6852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470583263625550002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Saturday was another fun filled "dance day"! I had to have Morgan at the competition early, so Emmie stayed and was going to come up later with Joy. My phone rings at the crack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;Joy-"Have you already left?"&lt;br /&gt;Kari-"Yep, almost there."&lt;br /&gt;Joy-"Don't panic! Emmie just said, "I hope my mom found my other dance shoe!" I didn't want to stress you out but I thought you might want to know."&lt;br /&gt;Kari (pulling her hair out) "I noticed one was missing last night around midnight. I am hoping that someone has one she can borrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is a girl supposed to do??? Does anyone know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emmalyne&lt;/span&gt;? THAT SHOE COULD BE ANYWHERE!!!! I love that without a care in the world, she simple states, "I hope my mom found my other dance shoe!" I mean, of course there is a "shoe fairy" walking around scouting out missing shoes!  Em, you are the cutest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8388834798045398738?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8388834798045398738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8388834798045398738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8388834798045398738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8388834798045398738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-other-dance-shoe.html' title='&quot;...my other dance shoe....&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-tqfm6ZGLI/AAAAAAAAA70/90ZJ3_fs8XI/s72-c/20100512_6852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-954130948427166075</id><published>2010-05-04T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:21:01.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-D71w7eoGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KpLOHDJqQVY/s1600/20100504_6509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-D71w7eoGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KpLOHDJqQVY/s400/20100504_6509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467646848713793634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; might be one of the most tender kids I know! She is definitely beautiful on the inside and out! The other day Ryanne was in her room listening to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. The song "Reaching" by Hillary Weeks was playing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; asked if I would come to her room for a minute. When I did she said, "Mom, I really love this this song." I won't bore you with all the lyrics but, the chorus goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are reaching for the future.&lt;br /&gt;We are reaching for the past.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what we have,&lt;br /&gt;we reach for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are desperate to discover&lt;br /&gt;what is just beyond our grasp.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's what Heaven is for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a day that goes by that Ryanne doesn't bring a little bit of Heaven into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; is such a thoughtful young lady. (It has recently come to my attention that she needs me to let her grow up a little. I have always called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; and Emmie "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Littles&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; does not like me referring to her in that way anymore. Thus, "young lady!") She has a point. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; is beyond my years in many ways. I often look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; and wonder if she realizes how amazing she is. What I would give to have a heart like her. Ryanne  is a peacemaker. She loves to learn. She loves everyone. She is giving. She is a great big sister. She listens to the meaning of words in songs. She has a beautiful smile. Most of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; makes me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-D71XdEOVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cODAdhNwHgY/s1600/20100504_6497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-D71XdEOVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/cODAdhNwHgY/s400/20100504_6497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467646841875347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&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/34354207-954130948427166075?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/954130948427166075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=954130948427166075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/954130948427166075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/954130948427166075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/reaching.html' title='Reaching....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S-D71w7eoGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/KpLOHDJqQVY/s72-c/20100504_6509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1847240705022864202</id><published>2010-05-03T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:23:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Reflections.....</title><content type='html'>Friday-dinner and a movie with a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-watched my nieces perform in a play (my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt; is now calling me "Kari" instead of "Auntie." I am not liking that at all) and went to dinner for my sisters birthday (Kate is the "older" one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-We have somewhat started a tradition of Sunday dinners in Joy's backyard on her beautiful new patio furniture. I say "some what" because we only got to eat outside on Joy's birthday. Every other Sunday it has been freezing outside. But the company is great, the food is great, and I love playing with the little kids. My favorite part of yesterday was walking on the path with Ruby and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zuri&lt;/span&gt;. I love those little girls. I love that they play such a huge role in our lives. Yesterday, I even made grilled mushrooms and onions for burgers. Tim was home long enough to barbecue burgers and then had to head out of town again. I am so blessed to have such a hard working husband, awesome kids and wonderful friends. I loved the weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1847240705022864202?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1847240705022864202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1847240705022864202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1847240705022864202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1847240705022864202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-reflections.html' title='Weekend Reflections.....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2640914265018551104</id><published>2010-04-29T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:32:51.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like old times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9oiFdPJGHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BujQSDBXN7k/s1600/em2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9oiFdPJGHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BujQSDBXN7k/s400/em2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465718574910347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the other kids had started school, it was just Emmie and I home during the day. Emmie was my best friend! I miss our lunch dates and our trips to Target together. Yesterday I kept Em home from school because she had been sick the day before. It turned out that she was fine. So Emmie and I "played" all day. It was just like old times. We babysat in the morning, ate lunch at Taco Amigo and then ran a few errands. I didn't realize how much I have missed that one on one time with Emmie. She NEVER stops talking. I loved it. I loved sweet conversations while driving, insights to what songs on the radio mean, discussions about her latest crush and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmie asking me to ask her how to spell "medium" words. It was a cold, rainy day that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED! Thanks Em!&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/34354207-2640914265018551104?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2640914265018551104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2640914265018551104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2640914265018551104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2640914265018551104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-like-old-times.html' title='Just like old times....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9oiFdPJGHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BujQSDBXN7k/s72-c/em2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5222912243739173092</id><published>2010-04-27T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:46:50.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Haidyn is the best friend EVER!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everyone hopes to find, one true friend whose the kind&lt;br /&gt;you can count on for forever and a day......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9fFn6x4z-I/AAAAAAAAA60/Wueclw44Bw8/s1600/20100427_6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9fFn6x4z-I/AAAAAAAAA60/Wueclw44Bw8/s400/20100427_6379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465053962421456866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope Emmie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; remain best friends throughout their lives. Emmie was sick today. I mean sick! She threw up all night and a couple times this morning. This afternoon there was a knock at the back door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; had written Emmie this cute little note. Later, another knock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; brought these pretty flowers over for Emmie. When I carried them upstairs Emmie got the biggest smile on her face and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; is the best friend EVER!" Sometimes I wonder if Emmie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; realize how lucky they are to have each other.  Where you see one of them, you see the other. These cute girls are always doing things for each other. They are the cutest little friends. They love each other so much. Everything seems so much better when  you know you have a friend. Emmie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; are two are lucky girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9fH0s9-ZcI/AAAAAAAAA68/Yjx9RQQmxQY/s1600/IMG_5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9fH0s9-ZcI/AAAAAAAAA68/Yjx9RQQmxQY/s400/IMG_5193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465056381075613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't imagine life without either one of them!&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/34354207-5222912243739173092?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5222912243739173092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5222912243739173092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5222912243739173092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5222912243739173092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/haidyn-is-best-friend-ever.html' title='&quot;Haidyn is the best friend EVER!&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9fFn6x4z-I/AAAAAAAAA60/Wueclw44Bw8/s72-c/20100427_6379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1432348763481129561</id><published>2010-04-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:12:12.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY LONG DANCE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9Zv9aql9PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vKP_dbgFgW0/s1600/20100329_5653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9Zv9aql9PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vKP_dbgFgW0/s400/20100329_5653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464678298781349106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the girls had a dance competition. We left the house at 9:30 am and did not get home until after 10 pm. It made for a LONG day. It was so fun to see each of them dance. I am loving the teams they are on this year. Amazing groups of girls! I was so tired of sitting by the end of the night. When the little girls did their last dance, I am not sure if at that point we were cheering for the performance or for the fact that we got to go home. They all did great and it was really  fun spend the day with good friends. We are truly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1432348763481129561?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1432348763481129561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1432348763481129561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1432348763481129561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1432348763481129561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-long-dance-day.html' title='A VERY LONG DANCE DAY!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S9Zv9aql9PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/vKP_dbgFgW0/s72-c/20100329_5653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8382860066584956500</id><published>2010-04-21T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:23:03.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....it was so tender....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8-OPYZj4rI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-dvFdDRfh-k/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8-OPYZj4rI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-dvFdDRfh-k/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462741267922543282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friend Chelsea was married on March 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Congratulations to an amazing girl and a handsome young man! My lack of blogging about it has nothing to do with the importance of the event. I wish them all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a picture of Chelsea and Lindsay together(Lindsay is to Chelsea's left). Lindsay is my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marnae's&lt;/span&gt; daughter and one of Chelsea's best friends. I have watched the two of them dance together for years. I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of being in the Temple when Chelsea took out her endowments. What a neat day. I watched as Chelsea came into the celestial room.  So many people that love Chelsea and Mason were waiting anxiously for them to enter the room. (I imagine our reunions in Heaven will look something like that.) Something so sweet happened there in that room. I watched as Chelsea walked across the room to where Lindsay was waiting. I watched from the back as they embraced and whispered to each other. Something I have seen them do a million times and yet, some how in the Celestial room, it was so tender. I LOVE THESE GIRLS! I admire them for there strength. I love the women that they have become. I have watched them grow up. I have seen them both happy and sad. I remember years when one of them was not seen without the other. I have watched Chelsea and Lindsay whisper and giggle in many places over the years. That moment, watching them in the Temple, was simply the best. Thank you, Chelsea for letting me be part of the whole wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8382860066584956500?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8382860066584956500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8382860066584956500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8382860066584956500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8382860066584956500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-so-tender.html' title='....it was so tender....'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8-OPYZj4rI/AAAAAAAAA6k/-dvFdDRfh-k/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3523618863002805424</id><published>2010-04-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:21:53.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A smile on my face...</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying, "I HATE CHANGE!" I know this about myself! (As do many others) It is another one of those things that I am learning to embrace. However, Heavenly Father knows me and loves me in spite of this. I know this is why I am lucky enough live in a place where I am constantly running into people I knew when I was young. I need that. I love that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, due to sunshine, I went running on the trail behind my house. As I was headed home, I ran into my friend Shannon. Shannon is a friend from San Jose. We still keep in touch. I love her and can't imagine my life without her! We have shared many things from happiness to heartache. We chatted briefly and then went our separate ways....I left with a smile on my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3523618863002805424?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3523618863002805424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3523618863002805424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3523618863002805424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3523618863002805424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile-on-my-face.html' title='A smile on my face...'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1251362083875091206</id><published>2010-04-15T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:36:02.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8eWfjdYStI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uxwcMHNYdLY/s1600/robkrisme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8eWfjdYStI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uxwcMHNYdLY/s400/robkrisme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460498542048594642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Kristin and her daughter Lauren, me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Robynn&lt;/span&gt; and her Emily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Robynn&lt;/span&gt;, Kristin and I go way back. We "grew up" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) together  in San Jose. Cheryl, their mom passed away a week ago. I am heading to California for the funeral in a minute and wanted to express some of my thoughts and feelings about Cheryl. She was diagnosed with MS years ago and just lost (another) battle with cancer. Earlier I was on the phone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Robynn&lt;/span&gt; and we talked about how her body is "whole" again and how happy she must be. Part of the reason I wanted to quickly blog is that I never want to forget what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Robynn&lt;/span&gt; said to me. She said, "can you imagine the impact she would have had in this life if she had had a working body." That is so true. I will never understand why such a charismatic, life loving woman had to go through the trials she did. Cheryl really was amazing. She was my young women's leader for years and I loved her. I never doubted that she loved me then, or now. Cheryl made such an impact on people with the body she did have. I know that everyone that knew Cheryl is a better person for having had her touch their lives. I know that she is now happy and whole again. I know that she would want us all to be the same here. She would tell us all to never give up! I believe that Heaven is a better place with her there. She would want us to celebrate her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Cheryl was not perfect. She had her moments. (I shutter to think of my involvement in many of those such "moments.") I mean she HAD to love her kids, but she did not have to love me! Yet, I knew she did! Now that I am a mom, I realize that she taught me many things that kids need to know. Like.....sometimes you just want to throw a shoe at overly obnoxious teenagers, that is really isn't okay to pee on your brother's pillow when you are 14, that you shouldn't pull over to pretend to pick up hitch hikers, that you should be nice when a little kid writes on the shower door in poop, no driving without a drivers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt;, etc., etc., etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Cheryl was one of my favorite leaders. I still remember some of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YW's&lt;/span&gt; lessons and her sweet testimony. Today I was in a store and the lady helping me heard me say that I was going to California for a funeral. After I hung up, she asked where in California. I told her I was flying to San Jose and that the funeral was in Sacramento. She said, "Oh, I lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Roseville&lt;/span&gt; (which is by Sacramento) for a long time." I replied, "My friend lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roseville&lt;/span&gt; for a long time." Long story short, she knew Cheryl they had been in the same ward. She told me a funny story about Cheryl that I can't wait to tell the family tomorrow. This woman loved Cheryl and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know Cheryl, was to love her. She will be missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1251362083875091206?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1251362083875091206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1251362083875091206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1251362083875091206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1251362083875091206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheryl.html' title='Cheryl......'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8eWfjdYStI/AAAAAAAAA6c/uxwcMHNYdLY/s72-c/robkrisme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6884156477417872491</id><published>2010-04-12T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:07:46.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PROQdsstI/AAAAAAAAA6U/o8Jz2iPUjR0/s1600/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PROQdsstI/AAAAAAAAA6U/o8Jz2iPUjR0/s400/easter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459437216171078354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a quick preface to my "Easter" blog. I can't remember where we all were, but Emmie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; told us that they were "Fraternal Twins". "You know," they said,"the kind that don't look alike." I called them "Eternal Twins," in my Easter post and wanted to make sure everyone knew why, and how cute they are!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6884156477417872491?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6884156477417872491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6884156477417872491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6884156477417872491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6884156477417872491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/eternal-twins.html' title='Eternal Twins'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PROQdsstI/AAAAAAAAA6U/o8Jz2iPUjR0/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7560854748434896810</id><published>2010-04-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:50:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan put together a day of Easter fun for all the little girls. Ruby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zuri&lt;/span&gt; had to be invited! Morgan made invitations, gave assignments, stuffed Easter eggs, and helped the Easter Bunny hide eggs. It was so fun. Morgan also made a couple of goody baskets for  lucky neighbors. She is amazing. I thoroughly enjoyed being Morgan's helper. I loved hearing her idea's and watching her thoughtfully put everything together. I love that Morgan can serve others with a smile. Morgan has become a beautiful young women.  I simply love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PDWUKkcXI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_uv2QQ7WGE8/s1600/easter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PDWUKkcXI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_uv2QQ7WGE8/s400/easter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459421961440751986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On lookers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PAPZh2UcI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ReUGlC9TI7M/s1600/emandhaidyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PAPZh2UcI/AAAAAAAAA5s/ReUGlC9TI7M/s400/emandhaidyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459418544086602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eternal Twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OShoCNZLI/AAAAAAAAA48/Is34wrvOp7E/s1600/mohelpru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OShoCNZLI/AAAAAAAAA48/Is34wrvOp7E/s400/mohelpru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459368279683196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is usually a fight over who "gets" to help Ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O-v5Itc4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/-kPKwT_JWUo/s1600/rugettingjax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O-v5Itc4I/AAAAAAAAA5k/-kPKwT_JWUo/s400/rugettingjax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459416903303656322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruby "getting" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OSgoxPW3I/AAAAAAAAA40/QJiKGyU4_nA/s1600/moandru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OSgoxPW3I/AAAAAAAAA40/QJiKGyU4_nA/s400/moandru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459368262700587890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party planner and Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O9QLEHXtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/7wPeNOiCr4I/s1600/ryand+zu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O9QLEHXtI/AAAAAAAAA5U/7wPeNOiCr4I/s400/ryand+zu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459415258848779986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zuri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OSilbPuXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-KD6cDhK6iA/s1600/emhayandzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8OSilbPuXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/-KD6cDhK6iA/s400/emhayandzu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459368296162769266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PA0QXuwcI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gv5nKBbeFuU/s1600/zuandh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PA0QXuwcI/AAAAAAAAA6E/gv5nKBbeFuU/s400/zuandh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459419177283404226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O9O0_IO6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/jMTKiDC5ul4/s1600/ruandzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8O9O0_IO6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/jMTKiDC5ul4/s400/ruandzu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459415235742415778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and had Easter dinner with my family at Kate's house. How I don't have pictures of that I will NEVER know. It was great food and so fun for the cousins to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, I have a hard time wrapping my head around all of my  blessings. I loved every minute of today. I am deeply grateful for the atonement and the resurrection.  I believe with all my heart that there was nothing better to do on this day, than hear from the Prophet and spend time with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7560854748434896810?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7560854748434896810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7560854748434896810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7560854748434896810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7560854748434896810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8PDWUKkcXI/AAAAAAAAA6M/_uv2QQ7WGE8/s72-c/easter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-477786391930210460</id><published>2010-04-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:01:04.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8E361AtRqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PJRXhhKaZQQ/s1600/joy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8E361AtRqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PJRXhhKaZQQ/s400/joy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458705707151738530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster defines the word "friend" as  one attached to another by affection or esteem. That being the case, Joy is truly my friend! I am attached. I can't imagine my life, my neighborhood, or my street without Joy being part of that picture. Today is her "29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;" birthday and I think we should all celebrate! I love her and wish that everyone knew the "Joy" that I am lucky enough to know. Joy is amazing. She is, hands down, one of the best people I know. Joy is good at everything. She is a great wife, devoted mother, fabulous sister and AMAZING friend. Joy is an example of love, patience, kindness, determination, honesty, loyalty, faithfulness, and discipline. Not to mention, service.  I rarely see Joy when she is not serving someone in one way or another. Joy is beautiful on the inside and out. I wish I could be more like her. She is truly "JOY" and I wish that everyone knew her the way that I do. Happy Birthday! I love you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-477786391930210460?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/477786391930210460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=477786391930210460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/477786391930210460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/477786391930210460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-joy.html' title='Happy Birthday Joy!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S8E361AtRqI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PJRXhhKaZQQ/s72-c/joy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8331265929878318540</id><published>2010-04-07T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:18:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Easter Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changes occur everywhere around us.....the weather, our hopes, our fears, friendships, favorites, hair color, clothing styles, hair styles, seasons, etc......&lt;br /&gt;Two things are for sure. One, Michel will have a Easter party and two, the kids will absolutely love it. We have been attending this party for years. Rain or shine, new baby or not, in sickness or in health, the party always goes on.  Generations change. The kids that were once little and loved the egg hunt are now the Easter Bunny's helpers. Thousands of eggs are stuffed and hidden. I am sure that nobody fully appreciates the time put into this party. Michel is a champ! Many things change. Many things do not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gl-RFeJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7gR8eL3wprw/s1600/easterpartyblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gl-RFeJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7gR8eL3wprw/s400/easterpartyblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624528928995474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids love the Egg hunt! It used to be Hanna and Morgan racing for eggs. This year, Hanna and Morgan helped Brookie and Quincy fill their baskets. I loved watching them help just as much as I once loved watching them run around collecting eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71glG-2q6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/zSSM_PKn1Y0/s1600/easterparty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71glG-2q6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/zSSM_PKn1Y0/s400/easterparty6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457624514088577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiles! What more can be said. If you aren't smiling at this party, YOU have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gA7XyLyI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9aUbiin1weM/s1600/easterparty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gA7XyLyI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9aUbiin1weM/s400/easterparty5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623892496625442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A huge slide. At one point we had "adult time" on the slide. It's true, I did a front flip! I dominated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gAKadHCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/qJWZD7tw5P4/s1600/easterparty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gAKadHCI/AAAAAAAAA4E/qJWZD7tw5P4/s400/easterparty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623879354489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baskets of goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71f_lw605I/AAAAAAAAA38/0dRYtvljngg/s1600/easter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71f_lw605I/AAAAAAAAA38/0dRYtvljngg/s400/easter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457623869516600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends and fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Michel!!&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/34354207-8331265929878318540?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8331265929878318540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8331265929878318540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8331265929878318540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8331265929878318540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-easter-party.html' title='Annual Easter Party'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S71gl-RFeJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7gR8eL3wprw/s72-c/easterpartyblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-2688238520495234294</id><published>2010-04-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:02:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get better than this!!!</title><content type='html'>The other day I had the privilege of babysitting my niece. I had seen these clever Rice Crispy Treat eggs on T.V.(or in a magazine). Confident, Brookie and I set out to make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a61Zmf8_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/-I03hDTe3dc/s1600/20100402_5766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a61Zmf8_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/-I03hDTe3dc/s400/20100402_5766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455753425174131698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, they don't look that neat. Jaxson and Ryanne even tried their hands at decorating. We all had a good laugh! This was our finished product. The inspiring pictures I saw looked MUCH better. Oh well, I will always love the day I spent with Brookie making Easter treats. I am a lucky girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a6117MbeI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZAYSF1SnrDg/s1600/20100402_5779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a6117MbeI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ZAYSF1SnrDg/s400/20100402_5779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455753432777125346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, Ruby came over to critique them. She HATED them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a63CqeEcI/AAAAAAAAA30/-yetk-Vau4U/s1600/20100402_5777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a63CqeEcI/AAAAAAAAA30/-yetk-Vau4U/s400/20100402_5777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455753453376508354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a62qzd_3I/AAAAAAAAA3s/PIMprPqptrQ/s1600/20100402_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a62qzd_3I/AAAAAAAAA3s/PIMprPqptrQ/s400/20100402_5770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455753446971801458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that these little girls walk in our house and make everyone happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-2688238520495234294?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2688238520495234294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=2688238520495234294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2688238520495234294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/2688238520495234294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-doesnt-get-better-than-this.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get better than this!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S7a61Zmf8_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/-I03hDTe3dc/s72-c/20100402_5766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-5911877847283402218</id><published>2010-03-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:47:18.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still thinkin' about Grandma</title><content type='html'>I was lucky growing up. (Putting these thoughts in words, I realize I am also very lucky now for very similar reasons.)I was surrounded by great people. I had great friends. I was part of  an amazing youth program. I loved and still love many of the people I knew then. Janel Jeppson was one of my very best friends. I will not bore you with, nor divulge ANY details, but my grandma loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S60Indp54kI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OYYK7ZnHuQs/s1600/IMG_7110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S60Indp54kI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OYYK7ZnHuQs/s400/IMG_7110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453024197883847234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last  night I was reading a book of my grandma's poetry. I came across this poem titled, "Janel Jeppson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while it appears to be&lt;br /&gt;That life is a series of storms.&lt;br /&gt;That our personal climate is "winter" alone,&lt;br /&gt;And wind, snow and sleet, the norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jan---is forever----uary,&lt;br /&gt;Like bleak cold is all they allow.&lt;br /&gt;(What nut said California was Sunny?&lt;br /&gt;It's as black as the inside of a cow!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know, Dear Janel, pretty lady,&lt;br /&gt;That God who is infinitely wise&lt;br /&gt;Has provided for each January&lt;br /&gt;a thaw and a crystal sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him whose love is eternal,&lt;br /&gt;Who watches and cares for you,&lt;br /&gt;To help and sustain in your troubles&lt;br /&gt;And make all your skies turn to blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elayne Reid January 26, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written for Janel around when she hurt her hip. See, my grandma loved me and my friends!!!! Years have gone by, we have married, moved, Janel grew up, we've both started families, we both have loved and even lost. I know that part of who I am today is the result of great friends like Janel and a loving grandmother who took such an amazing interest in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-5911877847283402218?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5911877847283402218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=5911877847283402218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5911877847283402218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/5911877847283402218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-thinkin-about-grandma.html' title='Still thinkin&apos; about Grandma'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S60Indp54kI/AAAAAAAAA3U/OYYK7ZnHuQs/s72-c/IMG_7110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-776206491855613233</id><published>2010-03-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:55:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Grandma today........</title><content type='html'>When I was young, my Grandma Reid was the primary chorister. I can still picture the way she held her hand as she taught us the words and music to "I Wonder When He Comes Again." I can still picture her enthusiasm and pure love as she taught  about the Savior and His love for each and every one of us children. My grandma LOVED music almost as much as she loved her Heavenly Father. She loved to dance and sing and laugh. She loved to bear her sweet testimony verbally and by example. I have many memories that took place in her living room around her piano or simply sitting next to her as she read The Littlest Angel or My Turn on Earth to me. Grandma took me took get my Kindergarten shots, helped me conquer fears, helped me write papers for school, loved every one of my friends and they knew it,  took me on vacation, let me stay up late and watch "Love Boat," painted my nails, watched countless soccer games, and  loved my husband and children. I love and miss her as much today as I did when she passed away years ago. I don't have any clever pictures to post. I only have gratitude in my heart to a Grandmother, who among many things, taught me to love and  appreciate the impressions left by the spirit on my heart. She loved me. I never doubted that I was the most important person in the world to her. I never doubted that she had a testimony. I never doubted her devotion to her family. I never doubted that she loved my children. She made all of these things abundantly clear! I couldn't love her or miss her more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-776206491855613233?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/776206491855613233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=776206491855613233' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/776206491855613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/776206491855613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/missing-grandma-today.html' title='Missing Grandma today........'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1807641515326274820</id><published>2010-03-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:07:28.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I read that one!"</title><content type='html'>Emmie always comes through. Tonight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; gave a great lesson for Family Night. (I can't lie-I absolutely love that kid!) After his lesson I asked how we could avoid being tempted to make wrong choices. Each of the kids gave 12 really good answers. I told them about a talk I had read in the Ensign that gave the idea of having a "delete button" in your head. Right after I said the words, "delete button," Emmie yelled, "I read that one." PAY DAY!! They do listen to us sometimes! Who would have thought? A while back, Tim did a Family Night lesson on the importance of reading modern day revelation. He gave each of us a copy of the Conference Ensign and encouraged us to read it regularly. Tonight I was more than impressed with our eight year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; declaration: "I read that one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S5XUAKrlSoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/pRI0gk4rsS4/s1600-h/IMG_5192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S5XUAKrlSoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/pRI0gk4rsS4/s400/IMG_5192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446492423706724994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1807641515326274820?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1807641515326274820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1807641515326274820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1807641515326274820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1807641515326274820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-read-that-one.html' title='&quot;I read that one!&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/S5XUAKrlSoI/AAAAAAAAA3M/pRI0gk4rsS4/s72-c/IMG_5192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-9161049067929345591</id><published>2009-12-09T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:26:53.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Broken"</title><content type='html'>"I believe that God loves broken things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyB7bUSCcEI/AAAAAAAAA20/sYsjO6mhY3g/s1600-h/20091209_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyB7bUSCcEI/AAAAAAAAA20/sYsjO6mhY3g/s400/20091209_5031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413462461330387010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was asked a question that I wasn't quite sure how to answer. Luckily, I was with a couple of great friends. One of them quickly replied, "Don't ask. We don't want to have to carry her out of here!" The other friend said something like, "Let's not talk about that." My reply was simply, "I was broken!" My friends and I finished our business and left. I went about the day without giving it another thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago my sister, Kate, invited me to her Christmas Enrichment. Brad Wilcox and Steven Kapp Perry were going to do the Program. (For those of you that grew up with me.....THAT'S RIGHT!) When I was growing up, these guys spoke at quite a few firesides and youth conferences. I can still remember songs that they sang and words that they spoke. I was so excited to get to hear them again. Somewhere,I have a picture exactly like the one posted above that was taken more than two decades ago. Appropriately, the theme of the night was the Atonement. Steven and his wife, Joanne started by singing a song called "Broken." One of the lines was, "I believe that God loves broken things." Suddenly, I was back in that little shop saying,"I was broken!" I forgot! I have tried what I thought was EVERYTHING to claw my way out of being broken. I forgot that I wasn't alone. A year and a half later, a voice that touched me 25 years ago, reminded me of a truth that I have known for years! I just needed to hear it from a familiar voice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad then got up and in his fun, yet touching way, expressed that Christmas IS about getting. It is all about a gift that was given to us long ago. A gift that sometimes even in a season where reminders are all around me, I forget that it was given to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-9161049067929345591?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9161049067929345591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=9161049067929345591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/9161049067929345591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/9161049067929345591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken.html' title='&quot;Broken&quot;'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyB7bUSCcEI/AAAAAAAAA20/sYsjO6mhY3g/s72-c/20091209_5031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-509511030671782862</id><published>2009-11-11T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:46:20.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD__wjeXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dM7fS67IJuI/s1600-h/20091028_3701.JPG"&gt;We messed around in St  Gerogre for another weekend of fun. I have to admit that I did not love "Thriller." However, we had a great time laughing and playing and swimming and shopping??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for anything more? Ruby has the "flirts" with Jaxson and is so funny to watch!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD__wjeXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dM7fS67IJuI/s1600-h/20091028_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD__wjeXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dM7fS67IJuI/s400/20091028_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402775838454413682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jax and his friend, Trek, joined us on our outing. Aside from a few teasing.....They got along great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD_ez2g_I/AAAAAAAAA2k/4wr4X9MT4fM/s1600-h/20091028_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD_ez2g_I/AAAAAAAAA2k/4wr4X9MT4fM/s400/20091028_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402775829609874418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna is into finding the coolest poises for pictures! She is always very creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD_LdcRiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vaY4DxOMBLU/s1600-h/20090929_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD_LdcRiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/vaY4DxOMBLU/s400/20090929_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402775824415606306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical difficulty, it wont let me add the rest of the pics. Heres for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-509511030671782862?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/509511030671782862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=509511030671782862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/509511030671782862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/509511030671782862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-george-again.html' title='St George Again!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SvqD__wjeXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/dM7fS67IJuI/s72-c/20091028_3701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3009935556709686895</id><published>2009-11-02T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:57:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THRILLER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna desperately wanted to see Thriller. Obviously, I obliged. I am not going to lie, I didn't like Thriller at all. The Zombies were everywhere and Ryanne, Emmie and Haidyn were not very happy about it. However, it was a great group of travelers. We had so much fun together! Thank you to all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99BAb9nxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rBVTQeXJfAs/s1600-h/20091028_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99BAb9nxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rBVTQeXJfAs/s400/20091028_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671934491139858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99AjHq_lI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gKJ42XP5I4g/s1600-h/20091028_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99AjHq_lI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gKJ42XP5I4g/s400/20091028_3681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671926621404754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99AGuKHkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/85L_lYb_WcQ/s1600-h/20091028_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99AGuKHkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/85L_lYb_WcQ/s400/20091028_3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399671918998199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two harassed Hanna and Sarah. They wouldn't leave them alone! When Thriller was over, they chased Hanna out of the Theater. Ryanne just might be scared for life, but watching Hanna run.....PRICELESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97lXj2ZBI/AAAAAAAAA18/NxE5dCg1yLs/s1600-h/20091028_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97lXj2ZBI/AAAAAAAAA18/NxE5dCg1yLs/s400/20091028_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670360150270994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan, Ruby and Carey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97k1LdBzI/AAAAAAAAA10/lXECJlFtLS8/s1600-h/20091028_3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97k1LdBzI/AAAAAAAAA10/lXECJlFtLS8/s400/20091028_3663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670350921140018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanna and Sarah made shirts to "celebrate" the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97kSPMmzI/AAAAAAAAA1s/OsGOSjJY0SY/s1600-h/20091028_3662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su97kSPMmzI/AAAAAAAAA1s/OsGOSjJY0SY/s400/20091028_3662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399670341541600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang! Pre show!!!! I just love them all!!!&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/34354207-3009935556709686895?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3009935556709686895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3009935556709686895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3009935556709686895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3009935556709686895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/thriller.html' title='THRILLER!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Su99BAb9nxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/rBVTQeXJfAs/s72-c/20091028_3677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6614641760720723494</id><published>2009-10-18T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:19:10.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UEA WEEKEND!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to spend UEA close to home. After hearing the idea from a friend, Joy and I decided to have a "Staycation" with the kids. Thursday we took the girls to Park City for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I. (Hanna wasn't so excited about pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgYH8fHZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L2YPx8xiyDY/s1600-h/20091018_3554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgYH8fHZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L2YPx8xiyDY/s400/20091018_3554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151683760528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and Haidyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgJ4v6Q5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/OEd8gNLhobM/s1600-h/20091018_3567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgJ4v6Q5I/AAAAAAAAA1c/OEd8gNLhobM/s400/20091018_3567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151439163081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmie and Haidyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgI-PH7OI/AAAAAAAAA1U/5USvuSVRkXA/s1600-h/20091018_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgI-PH7OI/AAAAAAAAA1U/5USvuSVRkXA/s400/20091018_3566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394151423456308450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped at the outlets, swam, and ate the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girls in Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfiC5GWvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/muotYwzV270/s1600-h/20091018_3542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfiC5GWvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/muotYwzV270/s400/20091018_3542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150754691209970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmie and Haidyn in Claires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvfhg3xrqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QMoEmchKPH4/s1600-h/20091018_3549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvfhg3xrqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QMoEmchKPH4/s400/20091018_3549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150745558855330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryanne in the swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfBvOzxeI/AAAAAAAAA08/hfU_VU6DDjo/s1600-h/20091018_3550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfBvOzxeI/AAAAAAAAA08/hfU_VU6DDjo/s400/20091018_3550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150199657743842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry trying on hats at the Gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfA5YnpfI/AAAAAAAAA00/2SFgluiy9zc/s1600-h/20091018_3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvfA5YnpfI/AAAAAAAAA00/2SFgluiy9zc/s400/20091018_3539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394150185203377650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the girls swam some more and then we headed to Gardner Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and Ryanne got their hair colored for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StveaZe_vgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/2p-g88Fp3yc/s1600-h/20091018_3583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StveaZe_vgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/2p-g88Fp3yc/s400/20091018_3583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149523805158914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls at  Gardner Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StveZg9ttvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/MU06asTBQLs/s1600-h/20091018_3571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StveZg9ttvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/MU06asTBQLs/s400/20091018_3571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394149508633179890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna even got her hair sprayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvd2PXMfVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/NL9y86wCP_k/s1600-h/20091018_3574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvd2PXMfVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/NL9y86wCP_k/s400/20091018_3574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148902612794706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around, ate lunch and then had sleep overs at home that night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a "Spa Day" for the little girls. Actually, everyone was invited. Jaxson wanted nothing to do with it and Morgan and Hanna decided a day with friends was more their style. So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy,being the over achiever that she is, had a wonderful lunch prepared when the girls arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvd1vssEYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PRTORijXfxs/s1600-h/20091018_3513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvd1vssEYI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PRTORijXfxs/s400/20091018_3513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148894113010050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We washed their feet and gave them manicures and pedicures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvdV0H6m7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/v34U1Dpk2_M/s1600-h/20091018_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvdV0H6m7I/AAAAAAAAA0M/v34U1Dpk2_M/s400/20091018_3521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148345545137074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we applied a facial mask and cucumber slices.&lt;br /&gt;Emmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvdVdwVj1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/8Ozid3HHOxM/s1600-h/20091018_3528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvdVdwVj1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/8Ozid3HHOxM/s400/20091018_3528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148339540660050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haidyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvczk-87aI/AAAAAAAAAz8/P8vE7awOTR4/s1600-h/20091018_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvczk-87aI/AAAAAAAAAz8/P8vE7awOTR4/s400/20091018_3529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147757365456290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvcy94y97I/AAAAAAAAAz0/vjnsGeePq4Y/s1600-h/20091018_3530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Stvcy94y97I/AAAAAAAAAz0/vjnsGeePq4Y/s400/20091018_3530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147746870654898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvcPr75V2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/z1T7SlHuIbg/s1600-h/20091018_3534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvcPr75V2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/z1T7SlHuIbg/s400/20091018_3534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147140756395874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day would not have been complete without a visit from Ruby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvcO5HxCmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/i49qu0m4RKk/s1600-h/20091018_3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvcO5HxCmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/i49qu0m4RKk/s400/20091018_3535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147127115975266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good times!!!!!&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/34354207-6614641760720723494?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6614641760720723494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6614641760720723494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6614641760720723494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6614641760720723494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/uea-weekend.html' title='UEA WEEKEND!!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/StvgYH8fHZI/AAAAAAAAA1k/L2YPx8xiyDY/s72-c/20091018_3554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8690367969898912925</id><published>2009-10-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:25:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgan is 13! I honestly can't believe how fast time goes by. Her birthday was on September 30th, but we had our family celebration today! Don't get me wrong, we have been celebrating since Wednesday. Wednesday Tim took her lunch at school, , I took her to dinner, and Karla made her a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is one popular girl. Many birthday wishes have been expressed along with treats and gifts. Thank you to all. Morgan is such a beautiful, fun, energetic and loving young woman. (How weird is that to say?) At dinner Tim had everyone say something nice about her. Morgan is.....&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;a great big sister&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;a helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG00BV5LI/AAAAAAAAAzM/n_gahQQIB1g/s1600-h/20090929_0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG00BV5LI/AAAAAAAAAzM/n_gahQQIB1g/s400/20090929_0971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916302256923826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has the best lips&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;loving&lt;br /&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;has great hair&lt;br /&gt;loved by all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG0XLoA4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/IYYwyREsq7Q/s1600-h/20091004_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG0XLoA4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/IYYwyREsq7Q/s400/20091004_1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916294515426178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Tim loves that even though she acts so "old" and "grown up," she still asks him to lay with her a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG0MuaXBI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_fAk_xcT_eM/s1600-h/20091004_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG0MuaXBI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_fAk_xcT_eM/s400/20091004_1297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916291708541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we partied with Grandma, aunts and uncles and cousins! Morgan wanted lasagna for dinner and chocolate cake for dessert. Totally do able!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We love our Morgan!!&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/34354207-8690367969898912925?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8690367969898912925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8690367969898912925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8690367969898912925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8690367969898912925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/morgan.html' title='Morgan!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SslG00BV5LI/AAAAAAAAAzM/n_gahQQIB1g/s72-c/20090929_0971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3773110832864530170</id><published>2009-10-01T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:13:46.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Vaca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took my older girls to St. George for the weekend. We were joined by Brooke and her girls and Karla and Sarah. What a blast! We went to "Aida" at the Tuacahn. I have wanted to see "Aida" for a long time. The soundtrack has been a favorite of ours! I absolutely loved it. I owe many thanks to Carey and Dave for keeping Jaxson and the "little" girls. We are truly blessed. We have so many great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVeGGDbN7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/sorIlfVmUxw/s1600-h/20090929_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVeGGDbN7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/sorIlfVmUxw/s400/20090929_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387815988015871922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ready and waiting for "Aida" to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVeF4V05UI/AAAAAAAAAys/YvvOwQu4a10/s1600-h/20090929_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVeF4V05UI/AAAAAAAAAys/YvvOwQu4a10/s400/20090929_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387815984334955842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the girls with the cast of "Aida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa_PJOWeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tkStyA3z3GA/s1600-h/20090929_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa_PJOWeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/tkStyA3z3GA/s400/20090929_0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387812571662146018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the privilege of sitting in the back with Sarah and Hanna. We were bored so we played my favorite game. I say a word and then take a picture of the girls making the first face that the word brings to mind. I can't remember the word, but you gotta love these faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa9hGXpBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wTnlXkjY0HM/s1600-h/20090929_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa9hGXpBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wTnlXkjY0HM/s400/20090929_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387812542122271762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofin' around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa9H1j58I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BY25hKz9HQQ/s1600-h/20090929_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVa9H1j58I/AAAAAAAAAyE/BY25hKz9HQQ/s400/20090929_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387812535340885954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoppin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for so much fun!&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/34354207-3773110832864530170?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3773110832864530170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3773110832864530170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3773110832864530170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3773110832864530170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/st-george-vaca.html' title='St. George Vaca!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SsVeGGDbN7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/sorIlfVmUxw/s72-c/20090929_0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-1733330555829752142</id><published>2009-09-30T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:56:06.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Braces!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyMTryW9txI/AAAAAAAAA28/gXMw9BHrfu4/s1600-h/20091006_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyMTryW9txI/AAAAAAAAA28/gXMw9BHrfu4/s400/20091006_1880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414192820002862866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever beautiful, Hanna, got her braces off!!!! I think she looks too grown up! What's a mom to do?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-1733330555829752142?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1733330555829752142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=1733330555829752142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1733330555829752142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/1733330555829752142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more-braces.html' title='No More Braces!!!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SyMTryW9txI/AAAAAAAAA28/gXMw9BHrfu4/s72-c/20091006_1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8358788110611987666</id><published>2009-09-24T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:44:52.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwCcGd_YvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/SIXuP6hndWs/s1600-h/20090919_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwCcGd_YvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/SIXuP6hndWs/s400/20090919_0508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385181936224264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If any of you have ever been in my house, you know I love pictures. My girls are all over this! They pose for pictures all the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt;, however, rarely lets me take a good picture of him. Saturday he gave me an hour or two! Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt; and I drove around and found cool places to get some pictures......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwBbHN-h2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Vcv8RpLYjYo/s1600-h/20090919_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwBbHN-h2I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Vcv8RpLYjYo/s400/20090919_0526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180819734038370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;always makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;loves me&lt;br /&gt;good friend to his dad&lt;br /&gt;great big brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwBah_kuTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uHK_HTw8otM/s1600-h/20090919_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwBah_kuTI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uHK_HTw8otM/s400/20090919_0507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180809741515058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;handsome&lt;br /&gt;loves my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwA_UCsa6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/-SpjojRECvg/s1600-h/20090919_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwA_UCsa6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/-SpjojRECvg/s400/20090919_0517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180342140038050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;protector&lt;br /&gt;organized&lt;br /&gt;clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwA--ylIpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/2ZAzIfIlyWs/s1600-h/20090919_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwA--ylIpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/2ZAzIfIlyWs/s400/20090919_0516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385180336435307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;helpful&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;dependable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this kid! I had so much fun!&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/34354207-8358788110611987666?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8358788110611987666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8358788110611987666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8358788110611987666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8358788110611987666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/jaxson.html' title='Jaxson!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SrwCcGd_YvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/SIXuP6hndWs/s72-c/20090919_0508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3130697958560324649</id><published>2009-09-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:04:21.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sqmf3VSps6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/9Ux75Xi8fNU/s1600-h/20090909_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sqmf3VSps6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/9Ux75Xi8fNU/s400/20090909_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380007002827764642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to postpone lunch with good friends. Emmie had to stay home from school. She is so cute. She REALLY wanted to go to school. However, I was afraid that I would get that ever embarrassing call from the office, "Mrs. Hellbusch, did you know that you shouldn't send your kid to school when they are coughing up a lung?" I stood firm. Emmie stayed home.... Ryanne stayed home too. They are inseparable, and so fun. Last night, after my stint of "domesticness" I came in and heard the little girls giggling in their bed! I have to admit, I love that sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt at being domestic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SqmM9r9IAfI/AAAAAAAAAww/8DfL96YEKR0/s1600-h/20090909_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SqmM9r9IAfI/AAAAAAAAAww/8DfL96YEKR0/s400/20090909_0150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379986221269778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry freezer jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SqmM9JlabrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TbbBiZI8DKg/s1600-h/20090909_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SqmM9JlabrI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TbbBiZI8DKg/s400/20090909_0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379986212043517618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the truth is Karla offered to help Carey, Joy and I use our crops and make tomato soup. I offered Joy's kitchen (I know, I'm nice). While they were busy making the food, I was doing this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sqmh39FgneI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zXhQKZYtY-E/s1600-h/20090909_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sqmh39FgneI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zXhQKZYtY-E/s400/20090909_0141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380009212533317090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Ruby!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3130697958560324649?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3130697958560324649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3130697958560324649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3130697958560324649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3130697958560324649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sqmf3VSps6I/AAAAAAAAAxI/9Ux75Xi8fNU/s72-c/20090909_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-4961442816091288840</id><published>2009-09-01T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:41:32.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garanimals!</title><content type='html'>What ever happened to good ol' Garanimals? Does anyone remember those? I think the clothes had colored tags that indicated their compatability! I can't quite remember how they worked, but Emmalyne needs them. She will put 15 different colors together in one outfit. Admittedly, there was a time when I would have prefered death over one of my children leaving our house like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sp3nRgfRB6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HMBbgunK3Cs/s1600-h/20090901_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sp3nRgfRB6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HMBbgunK3Cs/s400/20090901_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376707818115106722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, she wore this to school today. Twelve different colors and all! I didn't even protest. My good friend, Carey, loves Emmalyne's style of dress. I believe she calls it, "creative." I just love Emmie and love that she thinks she wears the cutest outfits ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-4961442816091288840?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4961442816091288840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=4961442816091288840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4961442816091288840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/4961442816091288840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/garanimals.html' title='Garanimals!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sp3nRgfRB6I/AAAAAAAAAwg/HMBbgunK3Cs/s72-c/20090901_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-3505646564562923236</id><published>2009-08-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:52:37.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindon Pool</title><content type='html'>We spent Saturday at the Lindon Swimming Pool. If you haven't been there, you are definitely missing out! They have so many fun things for all ages. It was so fun to spend the day playing in the sun. I love summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyLYN7Hf8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/6ZrIlVu9jPY/s1600-h/20090831_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyLYN7Hf8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/6ZrIlVu9jPY/s400/20090831_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325303344267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyLXtiG1tI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Wv61vukZGVc/s1600-h/20090831_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyLXtiG1tI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Wv61vukZGVc/s400/20090831_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325294649431762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyKuapVJ9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/-mmqyKOrm4Y/s1600-h/20090831_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyKuapVJ9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/-mmqyKOrm4Y/s400/20090831_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324585204819922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emmalyne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyKt82UWCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qA18TFZKyP4/s1600-h/20090831_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyKt82UWCI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qA18TFZKyP4/s400/20090831_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324577206229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haidyn&lt;/span&gt; and Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-3505646564562923236?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3505646564562923236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=3505646564562923236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3505646564562923236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/3505646564562923236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/lindon-pool.html' title='The Lindon Pool'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpyLYN7Hf8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/6ZrIlVu9jPY/s72-c/20090831_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-7458950889700818105</id><published>2009-08-25T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:52:33.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Apology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRQmdJRPaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5rDFLjaQF7M/s1600-h/IMG_5455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRQmdJRPaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5rDFLjaQF7M/s400/IMG_5455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008876948602274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     ( Tim was out of town, so no boys were allowed in the pic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so last week was crazy! Tim had been gone for 2 weeks and school started. It's seems funny now that I felt so overwhelmed. Apparenty, I was a little grumpy. SO, I would like to publicly apologize to pretty much any one I came in contact with. "I'm sorry!" I had so  many good intentions, very few of which ever came to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before school started we had the most amazing dinner at Karla's family cabin. Karla is an amazing cook. She is also an amazing person and friend. I consider myself lucky to have her as one of my very best friends. I can't imagine not having her in my life.  If Karla is not busy serving me and my family, you can bet she in somewhere serving someone! I just love her! I can't even begin to say enough about Karla and I know that Joy and Carey feel the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRNUo_3snI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C4DYu9WtzfI/s1600-h/IMG_5398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRNUo_3snI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C4DYu9WtzfI/s400/IMG_5398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005272357876338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryanne playing on Karla's sweet swingset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRNT8G_R-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/aVK4Y0xLaWk/s1600-h/IMG_5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRNT8G_R-I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/aVK4Y0xLaWk/s400/IMG_5382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374005260308137954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's funny how no one ever asks me to cook! Or is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRbYgnHMpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ftk9thd150o/s1600-h/IMG_5409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRbYgnHMpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ftk9thd150o/s400/IMG_5409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374020731988816530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRbYHedZwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lhOBH1CvKrw/s1600-h/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRbYHedZwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lhOBH1CvKrw/s400/IMG_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374020725241636610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRamlkzBCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/IcbOHLht3TI/s1600-h/IMG_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRamlkzBCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/IcbOHLht3TI/s400/IMG_5428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374019874327823394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-7458950889700818105?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7458950889700818105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=7458950889700818105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7458950889700818105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/7458950889700818105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/public-apology.html' title='Public Apology!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/SpRQmdJRPaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5rDFLjaQF7M/s72-c/IMG_5455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-6796110609067047599</id><published>2009-08-20T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:02:50.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts!</title><content type='html'>One junior in high school, one 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader, one 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader, one 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader and one 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grader! Wow, when I put it like that, I feel old and tired! I hope they all have a wonderful year! I am so glad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ryanne&lt;/span&gt; and Emmie have each other. I love this picture of the two of them walking to the bus stop! I hope they always remember how lucky they are to have each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So299LU846I/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-bzZnH13gU/s1600-h/IMG_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So299LU846I/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-bzZnH13gU/s400/IMG_5461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158789233206178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryanne was so cute last night. She couldn't fall asleep and asked if she could try drinking a glass of milk. When she went back up to bed she said,"Sorry mom, I just can't sleep the night before school starts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So2-rHV-kPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_owBggTMNpw/s1600-h/IMG_5459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So2-rHV-kPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/_owBggTMNpw/s400/IMG_5459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372159578437751026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So298l_qm_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/PuG-RZwoWbw/s1600-h/IMG_5458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So298l_qm_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/PuG-RZwoWbw/s400/IMG_5458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158779211815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaxson&lt;/span&gt; is really way to cool for pictures. But check out how good lookin' he is! (I can say that because he looks just like his dad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So2-rw76fVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/b9yNlavrV24/s1600-h/IMG_5463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So2-rw76fVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/b9yNlavrV24/s400/IMG_5463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372159589602721106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanna makes me smile. She has such a cute sense of humor. I missed her all day! I love her friendship! She will do great in school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-6796110609067047599?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6796110609067047599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=6796110609067047599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6796110609067047599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/6796110609067047599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-starts.html' title='School Starts!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/So299LU846I/AAAAAAAAAu4/_-bzZnH13gU/s72-c/IMG_5461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34354207.post-8152548193242382256</id><published>2009-08-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:57:03.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sox9sGo8MXI/AAAAAAAAAug/TynvgLg9HFA/s1600-h/IMG_5371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sox9sGo8MXI/AAAAAAAAAug/TynvgLg9HFA/s400/IMG_5371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371806652196204914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Morgan attended her first day of Junior High. She left home this morning looking so excited and happy. I am grateful that she returned looking even happier and more excited! I love her to pieces and love that she had a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sox9smNa0JI/AAAAAAAAAuo/D7u5Ib6DW-0/s1600-h/IMG_5372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sox9smNa0JI/AAAAAAAAAuo/D7u5Ib6DW-0/s400/IMG_5372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371806660670705810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the crew, we had a "lazy" day. (That is what Ryanne called it.) We got everyone's bedding washed so they would have a great nights sleep and I made zucchini bread. We ended the day with food and fun at Karla's cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heaven for bedtime!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34354207-8152548193242382256?l=thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8152548193242382256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34354207&amp;postID=8152548193242382256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8152548193242382256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34354207/posts/default/8152548193242382256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehellbuschfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/morgans-first-day-of-school.html' title='Morgan&apos;s First Day of School!'/><author><name>lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189854575426860056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ht374Yd9Nks/Sox9sGo8MXI/AAAAAAAAAug/TynvgLg9HFA/s72-c/IMG_5371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
