<?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-5710819810511306083</id><updated>2012-02-10T10:08:09.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7649061240866142700</id><published>2012-02-10T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:08:09.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQJKaHhQDZA/TzVaEciqeNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/sC8Nc2A_PEg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQJKaHhQDZA/TzVaEciqeNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/sC8Nc2A_PEg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707567135189530834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Bridget is 16 months (and 3 days) now, but her 15 month appt was yesterday. Carter had been running a fever for about 24 hours the day prior, so I called and added an appt for him at the same time. Big mistake. The appt was at 10, and 2.5 hours, 2 VERY tired and hungry kids, and one slightly frazzled mother later, we finally walked out. Carter was ok, by the way...no ear infection and no spots in his throat. Just a virus I guess. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Bridget tipped the scales at a whopping 24 pounds 4oz, and 31.75 inches long. No idea what percentile she's in. If the Dr told me, I probably couldn't hear her over the sound of a screaming baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...at 16 months, what does Bridget do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LOVES her baby. She rocks it, sings to it, bounces it (hilarious to watch, by the way), changes it's diaper, and wraps it in the blanket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-asks to watch a "moonie" (aka: movie) several times a day. Those Praise Baby dvd's are getting a work out! (this is what she's doing in the pic above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-won't eat a single vegetable. No matter how hard you try to hide some in her food, she'll find it and spit it out. Loves her some grapes, peaches, mandarin oranges and strawberries though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-says pretty everything. Her favorite words are more, up, baby, and puppy/doggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-speaking of dogs, she's totally obsessed with them. And not just in theory. She has no fear of dogs, big or small. Any time we step foot outdoors (which sadly isn't very often) she heads right over to the neighbors to try and peak under their privacy fence for just the smallest glimpse of their dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Still doesn't regularly sleep through the night. Yes, I was the mom that pre-child was all about baby wise and said my child was going to sleep through the night at 8 weeks. However, aprox 64 weeks later, she still wakes up more often than not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7649061240866142700?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7649061240866142700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7649061240866142700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7649061240866142700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7649061240866142700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2012/02/15-months.html' title='15 months'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-gQJKaHhQDZA/TzVaEciqeNI/AAAAAAAAA5k/sC8Nc2A_PEg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6171046054435298894</id><published>2012-02-05T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:16:02.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieqfiA4yHJc/Ty7jKnx5COI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Xf-I7mrTiM8/s1600/Camera%2B160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ieqfiA4yHJc/Ty7jKnx5COI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Xf-I7mrTiM8/s400/Camera%2B160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705747549541435618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an exciting day for this little guy! At nearly 4 months of age, he got to go to the grocery store for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, we don't get out much.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6171046054435298894?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6171046054435298894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6171046054435298894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6171046054435298894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6171046054435298894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2012/02/exciting-day.html' title='Exciting Day!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-ieqfiA4yHJc/Ty7jKnx5COI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Xf-I7mrTiM8/s72-c/Camera%2B160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4975596447972811985</id><published>2012-02-03T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:50:46.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeek...3 whole months??</title><content type='html'>Sooo....it has been 3 months since I last updated...time flies. I will try and do better and not let my blog die. Seriously though, our life isn't too interesting. We don't go too many places, or do much. Mostly just stay home and be entertained by our kids. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some "catch-up" pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sem3aRBn54g/Tyw3R6nPyjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Dvs6s-sfzog/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sem3aRBn54g/Tyw3R6nPyjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Dvs6s-sfzog/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704995608902748722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carter's first bath...he's grown a little since then.  :) He loves his bath, and just kicks and smiles the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mW9S8N2lUcg/Tyw2jW0Ly7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/i-vNthF1810/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mW9S8N2lUcg/Tyw2jW0Ly7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/i-vNthF1810/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704994809019354034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget loves to help Luke make "pop pop" (popcorn) and she loves to eat it too...just like her dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dAlLOSBm_I/Tyw2h3zPtZI/AAAAAAAAA40/qe7JL07eUcM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dAlLOSBm_I/Tyw2h3zPtZI/AAAAAAAAA40/qe7JL07eUcM/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704994783514047890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at first Bridget always wanted to "hold" Carter. Thankfully she's moved on from that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISH39stZT90/Tyw2g_DsRsI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YT3Hk7jARa4/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISH39stZT90/Tyw2g_DsRsI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YT3Hk7jARa4/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704994768282207938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our darling little bumble bee on &lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0S_Y7-_ZWs/Tyw2gkAu0FI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mhU6vUyxCJQ/s1600/IMG_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0S_Y7-_ZWs/Tyw2gkAu0FI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mhU6vUyxCJQ/s400/IMG_4212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704994761022034002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potluck...everyone was supposed to pick out a Goodwill outfit for their spouse. We didn't exactly get around to doing that so we came dressed as ourselves to the extreme. Luke was a nerd with his pants hiked up real high, lots of gadgets on his belt, and his hair parted to the side. I was a mom...in my pj's and robe, messed up, a breast pump hanging from my neck. And to top it off, I had the screaming baby. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN1zQSGHgb4/Tyw0KF2f4PI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/u4hDrIwR2yw/s1600/Camera%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN1zQSGHgb4/Tyw0KF2f4PI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/u4hDrIwR2yw/s400/Camera%2B088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704992175945670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget is very helpful and wants to be involved in everything we do. She even helps empty the dishwasher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gotaCzZIp7Y/Tyw0JYHVqVI/AAAAAAAAA4E/LAgUuKP0PsI/s1600/Camera%2B161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gotaCzZIp7Y/Tyw0JYHVqVI/AAAAAAAAA4E/LAgUuKP0PsI/s400/Camera%2B161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704992163668273490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning...Bridget was a sad case, and Carter was his very happy smiley self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZhRlaDHro/Tyw0JKXzSlI/AAAAAAAAA34/K152YBj457Q/s1600/Camera%2B178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZhRlaDHro/Tyw0JKXzSlI/AAAAAAAAA34/K152YBj457Q/s400/Camera%2B178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704992159979227730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget's chair from my mom and dad. She loves little chairs so she got her own and loves to sit in it and read books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd6s9ceTDtc/TywyU9IWPOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/m5I47wOr8-g/s1600/IMG_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nd6s9ceTDtc/TywyU9IWPOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/m5I47wOr8-g/s400/IMG_4349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704990163559922914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bed head....but nobody could look cuter with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wozKC4stq0/TywyUOwSYxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/te1rLY-s508/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wozKC4stq0/TywyUOwSYxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/te1rLY-s508/s400/IMG_4360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704990151110976274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sweet, smiley, happy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4DF5RVZplk/TywyT2sBbrI/AAAAAAAAA3U/37Q2fHAPfMs/s1600/IMG_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4DF5RVZplk/TywyT2sBbrI/AAAAAAAAA3U/37Q2fHAPfMs/s400/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704990144650636978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget's first time out in the snow. By the time I got her all dressed and FINALLY got the boots on her feet, she was pretty much done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCmZ-hLL0p4/TywvJ5t4PjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Q4EtPs5P5oo/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCmZ-hLL0p4/TywvJ5t4PjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Q4EtPs5P5oo/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704986675130154546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally getting some rolls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqGnS68E9Kc/TywvJVJyvbI/AAAAAAAAA28/156YQHMwSBU/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqGnS68E9Kc/TywvJVJyvbI/AAAAAAAAA28/156YQHMwSBU/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704986665315122610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget loves her baby and hauls it everywhere...I don't think it's going to be much longer before the head falls off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQWG-CWO-3g/TywvI_moISI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Azo9CD3y4C8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQWG-CWO-3g/TywvI_moISI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Azo9CD3y4C8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704986659530481954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there you have it...that's pretty much the happenings of late. Wendi came over today and brought Culver's for lunch.   :)  She said she was proud of me for finally updating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4975596447972811985?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4975596447972811985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4975596447972811985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4975596447972811985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4975596447972811985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2012/02/eeek3-whole-months.html' title='Eeek...3 whole months??'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-sem3aRBn54g/Tyw3R6nPyjI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Dvs6s-sfzog/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-8171910045688561217</id><published>2011-10-24T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:08:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzWS-RwBfIw/TqnQZ2_s3sI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ybUElbBKHCA/s1600/Bridget%2527s%2Bparty%2Binvite%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzWS-RwBfIw/TqnQZ2_s3sI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ybUElbBKHCA/s400/Bridget%2527s%2Bparty%2Binvite%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668290748700483266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, our little dolly turned one. Oh my...are we really parents to a one year old??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a small party for her on her birthday...just grandparents, my siblings, and Paul and Elise. She pretty much glowed getting to be in the spotlight for the evening.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xR5vCIKUKOI/TqnQKXGHdaI/AAAAAAAAA10/flD9k0kZAZ4/s1600/Bridget%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xR5vCIKUKOI/TqnQKXGHdaI/AAAAAAAAA10/flD9k0kZAZ4/s400/Bridget%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668290482439419298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was pretty thrilled with her cupcake. At first she looked at us like "really, this is for me?" Then she dug in, and as she finished the last bite, rubbed her hands through her hair. And then it was off to the bathtub. She loved her gifts, esp a doll from Grandpa and Grandma Knapp. She hauls it around and pats it's back.  :)  So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(thanks to Wendi for the pics...I took mostly video)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TFn1TqyFIo/TqnQKOuCqcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/dzEyw3bNfyI/s1600/Bridget%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6TFn1TqyFIo/TqnQKOuCqcI/AAAAAAAAA1o/dzEyw3bNfyI/s400/Bridget%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668290480190958018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qWFWd6aTzk/TqnP2-dX6_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/hVCW3VYbRoc/s1600/Carter%2527s%2Bbirth2%2B018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qWFWd6aTzk/TqnP2-dX6_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/hVCW3VYbRoc/s400/Carter%2527s%2Bbirth2%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668290149408566258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget became a big sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wO-9ufv7uZc/TqnOOnmN-oI/AAAAAAAAA1U/J_PFT4aS5GI/s1600/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wO-9ufv7uZc/TqnOOnmN-oI/AAAAAAAAA1U/J_PFT4aS5GI/s400/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668288356565252738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1LPIcfpJB0/TqnONdWwO1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/d4lQQl3-GVk/s1600/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1LPIcfpJB0/TqnONdWwO1I/AAAAAAAAA1E/d4lQQl3-GVk/s400/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668288336636164946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uY2dJw8rphk/TqnOM4yJ9DI/AAAAAAAAA04/16ycqeH4kso/s1600/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uY2dJw8rphk/TqnOM4yJ9DI/AAAAAAAAA04/16ycqeH4kso/s400/carter%2527s%2Bbirth%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668288326818985010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carter Lucas arrived on Oct 17 at 10:18pm. I had gotten up about 7 that morning, and noticed some blood...just like when I was in labor with Bridget, but this time I had no contractions. So we went ahead with our plans for the day: going to Rader Farms with our Bible study girls. (super fun place by the way..highly recommend it!) Bridget and I spent the morning there, and while eating lunch, I started having hard contractions, just a couple minutes apart. I hurried Bridget through her hot dog and took off for home. Only by the time I got on the interstate, the contractions had stopped. We went home, took naps, and proceeded through the rest of the afternoon and early evening with maybe 2 or 3 contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier that afternoon Elise had called and wondered if we wanted to come for supper that night. Since nothing was happening, I agreed, and we got to their house about 5:30, just as contractions started up again, only they were about every 10 min or so. By the time we got around to eating at a little after 6, I was having them every 2 min or less, and at one point, as I gripped the kitchen table breathing through a contraction, Paul asked if I was going to deliver the baby in their kitchen.  :)  At that point we decided we'd better head home and call Luke's mom, who was going to stay with Bridget. We got home and got our stuff ready to go, all the while stopping every 2 min or less to breath through a contraction. I had Luke call his mom wanting to know how soon she was going get to our house...I was starting to get nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His mom showed up about 7:30....and contractions slowed WAY down. So we sat around and chilled for about an hour. Finally at 8:30, my contractions were slowed down, but when I had one it was very painful, so we headed for the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got there, got put in a triage room, I changed into my gown and went to the bathroom. 2 steps out of the bathroom and my water broke all over the floor. I was dilated to a 5, so they put me in a labor room, started an IV, drew blood and got everything going. My mom and Wendi showed up soon after, and I was already feeling nauseous and asked for some iv pain medication. The nurse checked me, and I think I was at like 7 or something. She said she was going to call the Dr. Since I was pretty much having one 45 min long contraction I didn't say anything but in my head I was thinking "why are you calling the Dr already? Bridget wasn't born for hours after I was dilated to a 7."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nurse came back with the pain medication, and was just getting it ready to go in when the Dr got there. She checked me and told me she thought I could push if I wanted to. One push dilated me all the way, a 2nd got his head out, and he was born on the 3rd.  :)&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 so great to be able to hold him right away and see him be pink and crying. Since Bridget had meconium stained fluid, she was taken to the nursery right away for oxygen. And, there was also an emergency c-section going on at the same time he was born, so there were no med students or residents in the room. Just my nurse, a nurse for Carter, a tech and my Dr. A nice change from the almost 10 "medical people" in the room when Bridget was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...things have been going wonderfully since we came home...Carter is a great baby...pretty much sleeps and eats. I'll post some more recent pictures later, but he is def Luke's look-a -like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-8171910045688561217?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8171910045688561217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8171910045688561217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8171910045688561217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8171910045688561217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/10/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-VzWS-RwBfIw/TqnQZ2_s3sI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ybUElbBKHCA/s72-c/Bridget%2527s%2Bparty%2Binvite%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3439147070690701389</id><published>2011-09-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:04:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House pics...before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MddIz1RuBVY/To3YaUIxvpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Ga_Y72NR8co/s1600/047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MddIz1RuBVY/To3YaUIxvpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Ga_Y72NR8co/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660418253268303506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday I'll get around to taking "after" pictures, but for right now the before ones will have to do.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the upstairs bathroom....very small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJaYWHZE04U/To3YZzzhAqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/4ZA6lCqREAU/s1600/046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJaYWHZE04U/To3YZzzhAqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/4ZA6lCqREAU/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660418244589191842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty much the same picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDNV4ZSdA6k/To3YZeVpS_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/5lwQ7HQfla4/s1600/045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDNV4ZSdA6k/To3YZeVpS_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/5lwQ7HQfla4/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660418238826761202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Upstairs bedroom #1.  There aren't any pictures on them, but off to the left of this picture, the right of the next, and in the upstairs hallway are HUGE closets. 2 in each room and one in the hall. I joked that if we have more kids than we plan, we can always make the hall closet into an extra bedroom.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QnyDwFK489U/To3QfQgqPAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XJvcLzJ1fJI/s1600/044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QnyDwFK489U/To3QfQgqPAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/XJvcLzJ1fJI/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660409542101056514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget's room...with lovely mauve trim and LOTS of wallpaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iecBFpV-bWo/To3Qe2aUD1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/fxhC4Jz6jBw/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iecBFpV-bWo/To3Qe2aUD1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/fxhC4Jz6jBw/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660409535095115602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stairs.  :)  Can't tell by the pictures, but they're pretty dinged up from animal claws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdXbER-htso/To3Qeo1z4bI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ca8Rp41uwYg/s1600/042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdXbER-htso/To3Qeo1z4bI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ca8Rp41uwYg/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660409531452350898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwL-Q_jGuJ4/ToXrXJdtKOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9udSSef285k/s1600/038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwL-Q_jGuJ4/ToXrXJdtKOI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9udSSef285k/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658187289770928354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOOTK_MevSI/ToXrWxtDb1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/UU02ht-Cblc/s1600/037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOOTK_MevSI/ToXrWxtDb1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/UU02ht-Cblc/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658187283392851794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carter's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXFmvxmQz0E/ToXrWYke6WI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VaKFV8Na_2I/s1600/036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXFmvxmQz0E/ToXrWYke6WI/AAAAAAAAAzY/VaKFV8Na_2I/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658187276646017378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main floor bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iG0bh6M6-o/ToXrVyCalhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/c5lSrDusDR0/s1600/035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iG0bh6M6-o/ToXrVyCalhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/c5lSrDusDR0/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658187266302580242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17CSFToqjGg/ToXqp_vWBsI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0O-JTGpODLI/s1600/034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17CSFToqjGg/ToXqp_vWBsI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0O-JTGpODLI/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186514066441922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvElRdaiads/ToXqpjVHHEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lUA8jc-w1OU/s1600/033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvElRdaiads/ToXqpjVHHEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lUA8jc-w1OU/s400/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186506440219714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwt8AA-GmVM/ToXqpIs6xNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xvpj-u_EUkc/s1600/032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwt8AA-GmVM/ToXqpIs6xNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xvpj-u_EUkc/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186499292316882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcoRfBD51y8/ToXqonOw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Zykuj745IYg/s1600/031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcoRfBD51y8/ToXqonOw1ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Zykuj745IYg/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658186490307466642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing the pictures just don't show is the massive amount of dirt, grime, and pet hair found on EVERY surface...yep, even in the freezer that came with the house. Seriously....we should have taken close ups, but it just didn't cross my mind to take pictures of it.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3439147070690701389?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3439147070690701389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3439147070690701389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3439147070690701389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3439147070690701389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/09/house-picsbefore.html' title='House pics...before'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-MddIz1RuBVY/To3YaUIxvpI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Ga_Y72NR8co/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7487243766832945555</id><published>2011-09-14T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:17:11.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're getting there...</title><content type='html'>There are still boxes everywhere, and I feel like I still need to re-scrub every inch of the house, but we're getting there. No pics yet, but I thought you'd all enjoy knowing about Bridget's new tricks/words.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far she says daddy, hi (her favorite word), ackk, eyeye (how do you spell that?), and best of all: Heidi. Yes, she calls me by my first name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also knows how the dog and cow go, where your nose is, and where her feet are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We think she's pretty talented. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7487243766832945555?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7487243766832945555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7487243766832945555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7487243766832945555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7487243766832945555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-getting-there.html' title='We&apos;re getting there...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-692819921400522185</id><published>2011-08-18T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:35:27.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMLA-PYr2Z8/Tk0ibi5MHtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/j9ugFk99Eus/s1600/House.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMLA-PYr2Z8/Tk0ibi5MHtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/j9ugFk99Eus/s400/House.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642203764783587026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We closed on Tuesday afternoon, and now we're homeowners! Or bank slaves, whichever term you prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you enjoy ripping up carpet, stripping wallpaper, or painting, feel free to give us a call! We'd love to have you join us!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and some stats, for those interested: 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen, living room, full unfinished basement, and TONS of storage space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll post more pics of the inside as we start working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-692819921400522185?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/692819921400522185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=692819921400522185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/692819921400522185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/692819921400522185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-new-house.html' title='Our new house!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-bMLA-PYr2Z8/Tk0ibi5MHtI/AAAAAAAAAyo/j9ugFk99Eus/s72-c/House.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-29670402234382823</id><published>2011-08-12T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:04:49.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVNj8Q-Ncq4/TkWF7NqCEaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i360Awa3US8/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVNj8Q-Ncq4/TkWF7NqCEaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i360Awa3US8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640061360676147618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our daily activities lately include: giving kisses (LOVE this one!)&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glCKHT07aSs/TkWF61LleLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/obpiE_f_Kao/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glCKHT07aSs/TkWF61LleLI/AAAAAAAAAyY/obpiE_f_Kao/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640061354105993394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Praise Baby; keeps me occupied for at least 20 min while mom tries to accomplish something&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSWQfKyf38/TkWF6e5NWKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Dz7wc7AhVSY/s1600/002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSWQfKyf38/TkWF6e5NWKI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Dz7wc7AhVSY/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640061348123334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going swimming. I love the water and dad taught me how to jump (ie: fall) into someone's arms&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g3foEiX7J94/TkWBKDrnsXI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mVPeyawhPDA/s1600/014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g3foEiX7J94/TkWBKDrnsXI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mVPeyawhPDA/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056118138351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; cleaning out all the toys and books&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZN6xr0YH7g/TkWBITIEHII/AAAAAAAAAyA/xp0CTWSFVUI/s1600/009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZN6xr0YH7g/TkWBITIEHII/AAAAAAAAAyA/xp0CTWSFVUI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056087924448386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating solid foods at all meals (that's pancake on her face, in case you were wondering)&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reeh-rXIBps/TkWBILa_asI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uGjvO3xJdbY/s1600/006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reeh-rXIBps/TkWBILa_asI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uGjvO3xJdbY/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056085856348866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un-rolling (or at least attempting to get into the bathroom in order to un-roll) the toilet paper,&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGt7gPg6dJQ/TkWBHunxPhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kCY2TarwnkI/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGt7gPg6dJQ/TkWBHunxPhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kCY2TarwnkI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640056078125317650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning out the Tupperware cabinet&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;And now packing is a daily activity too, cause we're moving! Details to follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-29670402234382823?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/29670402234382823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=29670402234382823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/29670402234382823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/29670402234382823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-GVNj8Q-Ncq4/TkWF7NqCEaI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i360Awa3US8/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5186055607946297490</id><published>2011-07-15T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T06:02:34.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>If you leave a bowl of rice chex sitting in milk all morning, that they will literally disintegrate and you can just dump the whole thing down the drain?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a nice random fact for your Friday morning.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-5186055607946297490?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5186055607946297490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5186055607946297490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5186055607946297490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5186055607946297490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-5650882846686784264</id><published>2011-07-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:05:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-532EhYmE-V8/ThSTMfIwtmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/KUhwlSn5tnY/s1600/077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-532EhYmE-V8/ThSTMfIwtmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/KUhwlSn5tnY/s400/077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283677218551394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first time to the pool was last week. The water was FREEZING and Bridget didn't appreciate having her feet stuck in it, much less her whole body. She was thrilled, however, to sit on her towel, eat snacks, and have my full attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xevy2TSM98E/ThSRW_H6MRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZW9B2AEGL8k/s1600/067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xevy2TSM98E/ThSRW_H6MRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZW9B2AEGL8k/s400/067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281658580349202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we celebrated my dad and Luke's birthdays (they're 3 days apart) Bridget got to try her first sweet corn. She thought it was pretty great, and did a surprisingly good job of cleaning it off!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLqN6pZ8UUA/ThSRWr16HnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/DB7E-oQhEmQ/s1600/064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JLqN6pZ8UUA/ThSRWr16HnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/DB7E-oQhEmQ/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281653404573298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Luke's 30th birthday, his sister gave him a bag of 30 things...16 of them were little bags of Cheeto's. They may have gotten slightly crunched when Bridget got ahold of the bag and sat on it. :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRJqd1do5MM/ThSRWXPnthI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/k-NkSBxcpCI/s1600/014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRJqd1do5MM/ThSRWXPnthI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/k-NkSBxcpCI/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281647875274258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget now know's what ice cream is, and will shamelessly beg...actually, she shamelessly begs for your food no matter what you may be eating. I promise we really do feed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5Gbw-BRCS8/ThSRVr_6hkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cLCAUK0wxsE/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5Gbw-BRCS8/ThSRVr_6hkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cLCAUK0wxsE/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281636266673730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father's Day morning she was pretty excited to help Luke open his gift.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-5650882846686784264?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5650882846686784264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5650882846686784264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5650882846686784264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5650882846686784264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-532EhYmE-V8/ThSTMfIwtmI/AAAAAAAAAxo/KUhwlSn5tnY/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6754379465492175255</id><published>2011-06-28T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:00:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6Bs6ApI4RI/TgnqXk_MpfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oEd8Cf8bREI/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6Bs6ApI4RI/TgnqXk_MpfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oEd8Cf8bREI/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283300535412210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3pzhhKojm8/TgnqXDn5CUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nbZ16O2MhYU/s1600/037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3pzhhKojm8/TgnqXDn5CUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nbZ16O2MhYU/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283291579287874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyu84fV1Qx4/TgnqW_S301I/AAAAAAAAAww/MOyZKhM2Eo4/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yyu84fV1Qx4/TgnqW_S301I/AAAAAAAAAww/MOyZKhM2Eo4/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623283290417386322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I put all the blogs I check on google reader, it's saved me lots of time, since I'm not jumping from one blog to the next. However, it means I rarely look at my own blog and therefore I don't notice that's it's been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been busy though. There are walks to take, the garden to weed, friends to see, and water to play in! Bridget was less impressed with her little pool than I thought she'd be. Not that she didn't like it, she just acted like it was a bigger bathtub. She's just as thrilled with a bucket of water, and since it's much easier for me, well...the pool is just sitting in the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, although I'm sure pretty much all readers know this already, but we're having a little BOY! I'm super excited about it, but I just can't picture myself with a boy. It's a little weird. People have told me that girls clothes are so much more fun to buy than boy's. I totally disagree. I have just as hard of a time resisting buying all the little boy clothes as I did with girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning of this month we celebrated my mom and dad's 25th anniversary by going to Biaggi's with all their siblings, and then to my aunt and uncles for dessert. We also celebrated my brother's 20th birthday (sorry, no pics), and between those two and Father's Day, Bridget has learned that grandpa will feed her ice cream.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6754379465492175255?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6754379465492175255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6754379465492175255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6754379465492175255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6754379465492175255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-r6Bs6ApI4RI/TgnqXk_MpfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/oEd8Cf8bREI/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6412786091763754501</id><published>2011-06-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:13:48.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 8 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-629-1r3TOEY/TeZfiXc2VfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/9FQZMtcqMVU/s1600/050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-629-1r3TOEY/TeZfiXc2VfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/9FQZMtcqMVU/s400/050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279029579109874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little pumpkin will be 8 months on Tuesday. She's growing up too fast. Time, please stop for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's made great strides in the past month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-crawling. Anywhere and everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-pulling herself up on everything. Nothing under 2 feet is safe anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-trying to stand up in the middle of the room. Def hasn't gotten anywhere near standing, but she attempts it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-is a CHUNK. Seriously. I'm guessing she weighs close to 20 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-has shown a recent fascination with babies. Hopefully this liking them continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-LOVES to be outside and instantly heads towards any open door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-trying all sorts of new foods: cookies, cereal, popcorn, and lots of other stuff she finds on the floor (no wonder she loves to be under the kitchen table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-went jeeping for the first time. Fell sound asleep after about 5 min. How she stayed asleep I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Discovered her voice...for real. And now we hear her chattering loudly at all time of the day (or night). Makes for interesting times in church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Got her 2 top teeth and a bottom tooth in the same week. Thankfully it only took a couple days or I might have given away for a while.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ75lRdrpqs/TeZe1sHWoNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KqOgJxQk1ok/s1600/047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ75lRdrpqs/TeZe1sHWoNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/KqOgJxQk1ok/s400/047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613278262031982802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6412786091763754501?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6412786091763754501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6412786091763754501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6412786091763754501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6412786091763754501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/06/almost-8-months.html' title='Almost 8 months'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-629-1r3TOEY/TeZfiXc2VfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/9FQZMtcqMVU/s72-c/050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7919256795158634834</id><published>2011-05-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:01:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-M58EoW-Ro/TeAC6N0lStI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jRT9QBYtxAo/s1600/us%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-M58EoW-Ro/TeAC6N0lStI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jRT9QBYtxAo/s400/us%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611488334869514962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary babe! I'm so thankful for the past 4 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7919256795158634834?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7919256795158634834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7919256795158634834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7919256795158634834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7919256795158634834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-years-ago.html' title='4 years ago...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-Z-M58EoW-Ro/TeAC6N0lStI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jRT9QBYtxAo/s72-c/us%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-500855532026694949</id><published>2011-05-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:26:26.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's just so entertaining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7a67b8bd1828951" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7a67b8bd1828951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3021FB6C10181E27A3BEE94DE057BCF7586B30C1.4732846347560FFB6574130B0420BFA436242560%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7a67b8bd1828951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpPxv3_0fSpuT1jxgBg0DOYDhDBs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7a67b8bd1828951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3021FB6C10181E27A3BEE94DE057BCF7586B30C1.4732846347560FFB6574130B0420BFA436242560%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7a67b8bd1828951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpPxv3_0fSpuT1jxgBg0DOYDhDBs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched this so many times, and I still think it's hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-500855532026694949?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/500855532026694949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=500855532026694949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/500855532026694949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/500855532026694949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-just-so-entertaining.html' title='she&apos;s just so entertaining!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5173794254684508441</id><published>2011-05-06T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:40:27.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post from Bridget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4USzcGvZfw/TcQrgSZTwWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/a7UG5owW6R4/s1600/086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4USzcGvZfw/TcQrgSZTwWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/a7UG5owW6R4/s400/086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603651670049538402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of posts. Mom has been very tired so she lays around a lot, and I've been busy getting into things. I'm mobile now, and I can get around pretty fast with my crawl/scoot/worm like moves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFbBDegg_3w/TcQrgIUBZqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/U2iglzwpZKw/s1600/075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFbBDegg_3w/TcQrgIUBZqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/U2iglzwpZKw/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603651667343009442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and dad forget I can move real fast now and leave lots of stuff on the floor. I've had lots of fun getting into wrapping paper, plastic bags, folded laundry, food, magazines, and all sorts of no-no's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np7FMrcf-hU/TcQrf5BZXvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/GQE3zBEYxpg/s1600/071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-np7FMrcf-hU/TcQrf5BZXvI/AAAAAAAAAv8/GQE3zBEYxpg/s400/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603651663238356722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when mom takes me shopping in my stroller. I sit and happily scream and anyone who looks my way.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOg1cQ7mgho/TcQqNwUIhWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/miAK2kfbpYk/s1600/054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TOg1cQ7mgho/TcQqNwUIhWI/AAAAAAAAAv0/miAK2kfbpYk/s400/054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603650252151752034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started piano lessons from Aunt Wendi, and they're lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ndi6fVlLZs/TcQqNqpSOyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/IsvAxiD_d5E/s1600/043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ndi6fVlLZs/TcQqNqpSOyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/IsvAxiD_d5E/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603650250629856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Uncle Luke is hilarious, and love it when he gives me attention. Somehow whatever he does is WAY more funny that when other people do the same thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fFnsxr2BMM/TcQqNeiUd2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/W2PPGUwKr3Q/s1600/036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fFnsxr2BMM/TcQqNeiUd2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/W2PPGUwKr3Q/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603650247379416930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to snuggle with daddy the best. Sometimes I'll let mom rock me, but mostly I like to snuggle dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDh0LvV_v7Y/TcQqNL4T0AI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KzebXIWNqrA/s1600/028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDh0LvV_v7Y/TcQqNL4T0AI/AAAAAAAAAvc/KzebXIWNqrA/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603650242371375106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and dad drug me all the way to Princeville one night to see Mark and Kate. I had to go to bed in my car seat while they all had fun decorating Easter eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYx8bAHGrkM/TcQpfWwMnAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BjSr9HCFedY/s1600/017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYx8bAHGrkM/TcQpfWwMnAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BjSr9HCFedY/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603649455016156162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a new baby calf in our back yard and I love to go outside and see them. Dad repeats over and over. "Cow, moo, cow, moo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Lba5R9jcuI/TcQpfJg3nUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qYwVXbtx1VA/s1600/015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Lba5R9jcuI/TcQpfJg3nUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qYwVXbtx1VA/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603649451462204738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I hang out with my friends. Judah is lots bigger than me, but I like to watch everything he does so I can learn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHHtRmCx1oU/TcQpexdhtuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sLSQel76LS8/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHHtRmCx1oU/TcQpexdhtuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sLSQel76LS8/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603649445005735650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy teaches me words when he gets home from work. We've been working on: mommy, daddy, Bridget, baby, grandma, grandpa, and my numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkGwEzQX3MU/TcQpegnzF_I/AAAAAAAAAu8/m9SywS-y4FE/s1600/002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkGwEzQX3MU/TcQpegnzF_I/AAAAAAAAAu8/m9SywS-y4FE/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603649440485414898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;sit up by myself. But who would want to sit still when there's so many things and places to explore?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, mommy and I had been growing lots. I'm 7 months now, and already wearing the clothes mom bought me for this fall. I guess we'll have to go shopping some more! Yay! My little sibling is growing too, and the Dr says it is measuring 3 weeks bigger than it should be. I'm not too worried though. I eat LOTS of food so I'll be a huge chunk before it's born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-5173794254684508441?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5173794254684508441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5173794254684508441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5173794254684508441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5173794254684508441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-from-bridget.html' title='A post from Bridget'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-n4USzcGvZfw/TcQrgSZTwWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/a7UG5owW6R4/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7790318861396353081</id><published>2011-04-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:00:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It starts early</title><content type='html'>Nesting, that is. With Bridget I was hoping nesting would kick in early. It did, somewhat, eventually. I cleaned out every closet, cupboard and drawer in my house. And I was happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm only 13 weeks (or somewhere close to that) and I have this overwhelming urge to clean out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point: the other night, (after informing Luke I wanted to buy a bookcase for the living room) I was worrying to Luke about what to do with cribs/beds/pack n plays once that baby is born. Do we buy another crib, put the baby in a pack n play, put Bridget in our queen sized bed and the baby in the crib, buy a toddler bed for Bridget...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quickly decided (by me) that Bridget will stay in her crib and the baby will go elsewhere. I really can't put my little girl in a queen bed by herself when there's a good chance she won't even be able to &lt;i&gt;walk&lt;/i&gt; by the time she needs to go in it. Same story with the toddler bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes the (ie: my) problem with guest room that we'll move Bridget's crib into. There's already a queen bed and a dresser in there. We have to get rid of something to fit the crib in. We're also going to need another dresser. All my clothes are in the guest room and Luke's are in our room. Bridget's clothes are in her closet, but I won't be able to fit her clothes and the baby's clothes in there. So we discussed what to do with the guest room bed and dresser.  There was no good option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few moments of silence I commented that we have too much furniture and we need to get rid of some of it. Luke asked what I wanted to get rid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't think of anything. Except for the fact that while I was desperate to get rid of furniture, I was also needing to buy 2 more pieces of furniture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, if you'll excuse me, I have the need to go clean out the kitchen cupboards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7790318861396353081?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7790318861396353081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7790318861396353081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7790318861396353081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7790318861396353081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-starts-early.html' title='It starts early'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-6521058852819793411</id><published>2011-04-09T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T08:51:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdpSh9mveBI/TaCABOExLII/AAAAAAAAAu0/5vqxMeHz_vE/s1600/Bridget%2Bupdate%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdpSh9mveBI/TaCABOExLII/AAAAAAAAAu0/5vqxMeHz_vE/s400/Bridget%2Bupdate%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593611495640476802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just for the record, when I wrote the post about the van and said I wasn't pregnant, I was, but didn't know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you all don't think I lied on purpose.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6521058852819793411?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6521058852819793411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6521058852819793411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6521058852819793411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6521058852819793411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-lied.html' title='I lied'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-rdpSh9mveBI/TaCABOExLII/AAAAAAAAAu0/5vqxMeHz_vE/s72-c/Bridget%2Bupdate%2B-%2BPage%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4433259649742996858</id><published>2011-03-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:44:43.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a tooth...or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTqRPaHYbbo/TYFm7sVGLoI/AAAAAAAAAus/1Xfo8R1YwyA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTqRPaHYbbo/TYFm7sVGLoI/AAAAAAAAAus/1Xfo8R1YwyA/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584858188614086274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look real close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really really close, and maybe you'll see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, you might have to click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried all morning to get a good picture of her 2 adorable bottom teeth, and it just didn't work out so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the rest of the pics are random ones from my camera that I wanted to share because they're so cute.  :)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwYbkjSgyAs/TYFmhmHERZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/coUK4MPKwvA/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwYbkjSgyAs/TYFmhmHERZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/coUK4MPKwvA/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584857740268029330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy9tVJo-hrU/TYFmhQsUqPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XHKIazaf6ZU/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy9tVJo-hrU/TYFmhQsUqPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XHKIazaf6ZU/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584857734518712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYZXHHDlx-g/TYFmg0GiFvI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xhulgooXBn0/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYZXHHDlx-g/TYFmg0GiFvI/AAAAAAAAAuU/xhulgooXBn0/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584857726844016370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJwO5lrsb-M/TYFmgo2YZII/AAAAAAAAAuM/ntWz6hLyJvw/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJwO5lrsb-M/TYFmgo2YZII/AAAAAAAAAuM/ntWz6hLyJvw/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584857723823481986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4433259649742996858?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4433259649742996858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4433259649742996858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4433259649742996858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4433259649742996858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-toothor-two.html' title='It&apos;s a tooth...or two'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-cTqRPaHYbbo/TYFm7sVGLoI/AAAAAAAAAus/1Xfo8R1YwyA/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7727678449151394560</id><published>2011-03-11T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:08:56.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon the absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we've been getting ready for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Summer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxCh7li641U/TXpyyrN8gJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmbSRHMYYR4/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxCh7li641U/TXpyyrN8gJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmbSRHMYYR4/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582900902999392402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7727678449151394560?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7727678449151394560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7727678449151394560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7727678449151394560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7727678449151394560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/03/pardon-absence.html' title='Pardon the absence...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-mxCh7li641U/TXpyyrN8gJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmbSRHMYYR4/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4382490501732091173</id><published>2011-02-16T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:03:20.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It arrived!</title><content type='html'>This morning I checked, and sure enough, it'd finally come!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridget's first tooth!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No picture yet, since you can hardly see it, but soon, we'll get one of a toothy grin.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4382490501732091173?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4382490501732091173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4382490501732091173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4382490501732091173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4382490501732091173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-arrived.html' title='It arrived!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-4043125211176797598</id><published>2011-02-10T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:12:48.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're a van fam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just in case you were wondering, no, we're NOT pregnant again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FINhXAAMQF4/TVQp43yNm8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MBiWf_KvsDI/s1600/179847_192077170821557_139759969386611_630410_828683_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FINhXAAMQF4/TVQp43yNm8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MBiWf_KvsDI/s400/179847_192077170821557_139759969386611_630410_828683_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572124695988116418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4043125211176797598?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4043125211176797598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4043125211176797598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4043125211176797598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4043125211176797598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-van-fam.html' title='We&apos;re a van fam!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/-FINhXAAMQF4/TVQp43yNm8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/MBiWf_KvsDI/s72-c/179847_192077170821557_139759969386611_630410_828683_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-2738381995025165531</id><published>2011-02-08T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:32:55.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGled-ScAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/j_-X5Abbch8/s1600/img-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGled-ScAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/j_-X5Abbch8/s400/img-29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571416156894556162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldlBVcwI/AAAAAAAAAts/0cm4cZXM_rA/s1600/img-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldlBVcwI/AAAAAAAAAts/0cm4cZXM_rA/s400/img-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571416141606515458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldRrEFrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/E7BS__lG4Sk/s1600/img-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldRrEFrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/E7BS__lG4Sk/s400/img-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571416136412829362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldI0vi1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/W2z2kJDDBv4/s1600/img-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGldI0vi1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/W2z2kJDDBv4/s400/img-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571416134037506898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's just a peek at some of Bridget's 4 months pictures. The little pink dress that she's wearing was my mom's, and I got my picture taken in it when I was 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Dr today, Bridget was 14lb, 2oz, and 25 1/2 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50th percentile for weight and 90th for height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New accomplishments this month are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-lots more drooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-rolling from her tummy to her back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-becoming more vocal (and increasing in volume as well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-eating rice cereal (she loves it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-ALMOST rolling from her back to her tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-out growing all her clothes quickly (I tried a sleeper on her last night for the first time, and it was almost too small, even though 1 1/2 weeks ago it was way too big!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-loves to sing and dance :)  We do "Itsy Bitsy Spider, "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes" (her favorite), "Hokey Pokie" "Patty Cake" and "If you're Happy and You Know It"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-First ear infection and antibiotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-starting to recognize people...she smiles readily for those she knows, and simply stares at the people she doesn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-2738381995025165531?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2738381995025165531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=2738381995025165531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2738381995025165531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2738381995025165531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/4-months.html' title='4 months!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TVGled-ScAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/j_-X5Abbch8/s72-c/img-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-833948541316591872</id><published>2011-01-29T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:50:07.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards</title><content type='html'>Sunday night was a blissful night. That was the night Bridget slept all night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh...we've finally made it, I thought to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Monday night came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridget went to bed at 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we saw 10:30, midnight, 1:15, 2, 3:30, 4, 5:20, and 7am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What in the world??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was an awful day. Bridget was super cranky, wouldn't eat, and was so off schedule and out of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called the Dr and took her in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double ear infection, and getting her two bottom teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor child. (and poor mom and dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all week we've been up about every 1 1/2 to 2 hours, and since she won't eat her normal amount, she's been eating smaller amounts more often, including in the middle of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when she's feeling better, we're going to have to start our training all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Such is life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-833948541316591872?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/833948541316591872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=833948541316591872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/833948541316591872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/833948541316591872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/backwards.html' title='Backwards'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-8686072576713225098</id><published>2011-01-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:21:49.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Through the Night Training-Nights 3, 4, 5, &amp; 6</title><content type='html'>Night 3: About the same as night 2. Seriously hoping we turn a corner here soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night 4: I was so tired by this night, I couldn't even tell you how many times I got up, and what times they were. She did get up at 6:30, and went back to bed until 9:30, which allowed us to sleep in. First time in AGES. It was simply wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night 5: Luke took this night. I think he got up 4 times or so before she got up at 5:30 to eat. This night was rough because she took a 3 1/2 nap until 8:30pm. Not going to let that happen again anytime soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night 6: Ahhhh....blissful sleep! Went to sleep at 9:30, put her paci in at 1:30 and again at 2, then didn't hear another peep until 6:30. Wonderfullness. Serious wonderfullness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-8686072576713225098?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8686072576713225098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8686072576713225098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8686072576713225098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8686072576713225098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleeping-through-night-training-nights.html' title='Sleeping Through the Night Training-Nights 3, 4, 5, &amp; 6'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1833597475265876033</id><published>2011-01-20T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:42:24.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Through the Night Training-Night 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTi5w8-X9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/r87PwJNz0CA/s1600/New%2BPics%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTi5w8-X9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/r87PwJNz0CA/s400/New%2BPics%2B105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564401590268851586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just so sweet when she's sleeping? Ok, she sweet all the time. Sometimes a stinker, but always sweet.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was SO much better! I fed her at 9pm, she woke up 2:15, I put in her paci and she went back to sleep till 3:15. Then she kinda fussed around (no screaming this time, thankgoodnes!) and I kept getting up every 10 min or so and putting her paci in, and she fell back asleep sometime between 3:45 and 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she slept until 6:45, which was great except for the fact that then she was ready to start the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully Luke was up getting ready for work, so he watched her and put her back to sleep before he left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downside of her doing well...the past 2 days she's been a grump! Totally off schedule, fussy, won't sleep for more than 45 minutes for each nap...I'm sure I'll feel better by sleeping all night, I just hope she does too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1833597475265876033?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1833597475265876033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1833597475265876033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1833597475265876033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1833597475265876033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleeping-through-night-training-night-2.html' title='Sleeping Through the Night Training-Night 2'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTi5w8-X9YI/AAAAAAAAAtA/r87PwJNz0CA/s72-c/New%2BPics%2B105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4575978238497561594</id><published>2011-01-19T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:24:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Through the Night Training-Night 1</title><content type='html'>I knew it needed to happen, but I was dreading doing it...teaching my child to sleep through the night. She usually only gets up once anyway, and only takes about 3oz from her bottle before falling back to sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it started last night. I fed her at 8:30, put her to bed about 9:30. At 12:30 she was awake and crying. Now she usually goes 5-6 hours at night, so I got up and put her paci in, because she usually falls back asleep when I do that. But last night was different...she wouldn't go back to sleep. So I decided it was as good a time as any to start her training.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I switched the noise maker into our room, turned it on really loud, and then retreated to the guest room with my cell phone and pile of pillows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there I laid, listening to my daughter scream for an hour and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did go in every 10-15 minutes to put in her paci and move her back to the correct position in her bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I said I was going to make her go 7 hours (which she's done on her own on several occasions), which would put us at 3:30am. But by 1:45, my resolve was weakening, and I was just hoping to make it 2:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She FINALLY fell asleep about 2, slept till 5:15, I fed her, put her back to bed, she grunted around and fussed in her bed till 6:15, slept until 8:15, grunted and fussed until 9:15, at which time we got up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's asleep for her nap, and I think I'm going to join her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope she's a fast learner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4575978238497561594?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4575978238497561594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4575978238497561594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4575978238497561594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4575978238497561594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleeping-through-night-training-night-1.html' title='Sleeping Through the Night Training-Night 1'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-300253382384624325</id><published>2011-01-17T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:32:10.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSyh8IagMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0lUaQd7uMzA/s1600/New%2BPics%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSyh8IagMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0lUaQd7uMzA/s400/New%2BPics%2B099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563267735856251074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxkdRJk2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/wV4QsnQdrM4/s1600/New%2BPics%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxkdRJk2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/wV4QsnQdrM4/s400/New%2BPics%2B095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266679599371106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxkJqu2VI/AAAAAAAAAso/FZmzSau4CJg/s1600/New%2BPics%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxkJqu2VI/AAAAAAAAAso/FZmzSau4CJg/s400/New%2BPics%2B094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266674337962322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxj9TkfLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zT3-rIBhGvk/s1600/New%2BPics%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxj9TkfLI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zT3-rIBhGvk/s400/New%2BPics%2B026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266671019588786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxjqjmMbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KOe2DrScb14/s1600/New%2BPics%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxjqjmMbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KOe2DrScb14/s400/New%2BPics%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266665986535858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxjSAB9vI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Kh5kOUmJMi4/s1600/New%2BPics%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSxjSAB9vI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Kh5kOUmJMi4/s400/New%2BPics%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266659394909938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little girl isn't so little anymore! It makes me kinda sad that she's growing so fast. And at the same time, I remember soon after she was born thinking we'd never get to this point! But here we are! Her new accomplishments are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Talking. Just in the past week she's really started jabbering a lot. She gets very serious when talking to us, and has the most hilarious facial expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Turning in circles. When I lay her on the floor, she wiggles her body around that she turns in a circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Helping mom with all sorts of things. As the 5th picture shows, she helps me with all sorts of household tasks, like laundry and dishes. I plop her in her bouncy seat or bumbo and we chat together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-And speaking of her bumbo, she's getting much better at sitting up in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Chewing and drooling. Chewing on her hands, her toys, my shoulder, my hair, her burp rag...whatever happens to be in a close vicinity to her mouth. Along with that comes the drool and a constantly wet chin. I keep checking, but no teeth yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Naps? They're for babies. She still takes about 4 naps during the day, but instead of all of them being about an hour and half, she now sleeps about 30-45 minutes for all but one nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Holding her bottle. She certainly can't hold it herself yet, but she has to have her hands on the bottle the whole time she eats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-300253382384624325?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/300253382384624325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=300253382384624325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/300253382384624325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/300253382384624325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-months.html' title='3 months!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TTSyh8IagMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0lUaQd7uMzA/s72-c/New%2BPics%2B099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4190768083324039563</id><published>2011-01-11T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:23:15.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TSyD0CUCfBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AZ2FyENnb2s/s1600/IMG_C-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TSyD0CUCfBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AZ2FyENnb2s/s400/IMG_C-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560964569893075986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TSyDz8QSYII/AAAAAAAAAsA/riFnQ7V-P7w/s1600/IMG_BW-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TSyDz8QSYII/AAAAAAAAAsA/riFnQ7V-P7w/s400/IMG_BW-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560964568266727554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I realized that we hadn't taken any pictures of the 3 of us since Bridget had been born! So since we were headed to Paul and Elise's for dinner that night anyway, I asked her if she could snap a few!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4190768083324039563?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4190768083324039563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4190768083324039563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4190768083324039563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4190768083324039563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-pictures.html' title='Family pictures'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TSyD0CUCfBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/AZ2FyENnb2s/s72-c/IMG_C-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3112950926034096073</id><published>2011-01-06T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:38:42.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things she'll never know</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lack of pictures. I promise my next post will contain some. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this article today, and found it very interesting. I suppose it applies to babies born in 2010, as well as in 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 25px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(218, 116, 5); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; "&gt;Things Babies Born in 2011 Will Never Know&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Huffington Post recently put up a story called &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AslWe5cU41FzObgOrT0vjzAPBa1_;_ylu=X3oDMTE2Mm1tOTJoBHBvcwMyBHNlYwNhcnRpY2xlTWFpbgRzbGsDeW91cmVvdXQyMHRo/SIG=12iqf3b0r/**http%3A//www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/22/obsolete-things-decade_n_800240.html" target="_blank" style="line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(15, 85, 195); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You're Out: 20 Things That Became Obsolete This Decade&lt;/a&gt;. It's a great retrospective on the technology leaps we've made since the new century began, and it got me thinking about the difference today's technology will make in the lives of tomorrow's kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I've used some of their ideas and added some of my own to make the list below: Do you think kids born in 2011 will recognize any of the following?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Video tape:&lt;/strong&gt; Starting this year, the news stories we produce here at Money Talks have all been shot, edited, and distributed to TV stations without ever being on any kind of tape. Not only that, the tape-less broadcast camera we use today offers much higher quality than anything that could have been imagined 10 years ago -- and cost less than the lens on the camera we were using previously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Travel agents:&lt;/strong&gt; While not dead today, this profession is one of many that's been decimated by the Internet. When it's time for their honeymoon, will those born in 2011 be able to find one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;The separation of work and home: &lt;/strong&gt;When you're carrying an email-equipped computer in your pocket, it's not just your friends who can find you -- so can your boss. For kids born this year, the wall between office and home will be blurry indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Books, magazines, and newspapers:&lt;/strong&gt; Like video tape, words written on dead trees are on their way out. Sure, there may be books -- but for those born today, stores that exist solely to sell them will be as numerous as record stores are now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Movie rental stores:&lt;/strong&gt; You actually got in your car and &lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;drove &lt;/em&gt;someplace just to rent a movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Watches:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe as quaint jewelry, but the correct time is on your smartphone, which is pretty much always in your hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Paper maps:&lt;/strong&gt; At one time these were available free at every gas station. They're practically obsolete today, and the next generation will probably have to visit a museum to find one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Wired phones:&lt;/strong&gt; Why would you pay $35 every month to have a phone that plugs into a wall? For those born today, this will be a silly concept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Long distance:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to the Internet, the days of paying more to talk to somebody in the next city, state, or even country are limited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Newspaper classifieds:&lt;/strong&gt; The days are gone when you have to buy a bunch of newsprint just to see what's for sale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Dial-up Internet:&lt;/strong&gt; While not everyone is on broadband, it won't be long before dial-up Internet goes the way of the plug-in phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Encyclopedias:&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine a time when you had to buy expensive books that were outdated before the ink was dry. This will be a nonsense term for babies born today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Forgotten friends: &lt;/strong&gt;Remember when an old friend would bring up someone you went to high school with, and you'd say, "Oh yeah, I forgot about them!" The next generation will automatically be in touch with everyone they've ever known even slightly via Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Forgotten anything else: &lt;/strong&gt;Kids born this year will never know what it was like to stand in a bar and incessantly argue the unknowable. Today the world's collective knowledge is on the computer in your pocket or purse. And since you have it with you at all times, why bother remembering anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;The evening news:&lt;/strong&gt; The news is on 24/7. And if you're not home to watch it, that's OK -- it's on the smartphone in your pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;CDs:&lt;/strong&gt; First records, then 8-track, then cassette, then CDs -- replacing your music collection used to be an expensive pastime. Now it's cheap(er) and as close as the nearest Internet connection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Film cameras:&lt;/strong&gt; For the purist, perhaps, but for kids born today, the word "film" will mean nothing. In fact, even digital cameras -- both video and still -- are in danger of extinction as our pocket computers take over that function too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Yellow and White Pages:&lt;/strong&gt; Why in the world would you need a 10-pound book just to find someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Catalogs:&lt;/strong&gt; There's no need to send me a book in the mail when I can see everything you have for sale anywhere, anytime. If you want to remind me to look at it, send me an email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Fax machines:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you say "scan," ".pdf" and "email?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;One picture to a frame:&lt;/strong&gt; Such a waste of wall/counter/desk space to have a separate frame around each picture. Eight gigabytes of pictures and/or video in a digital frame encompassing every person you've ever met and everything you've ever done -- now, that's efficient. Especially compared to what we used to do: put our friends and relatives together in a room and force them to watch what we called a "slide show" or "home movies."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Wires:&lt;/strong&gt; Wires connecting phones to walls? Wires connecting computers, TVs, stereos, and other electronics to each other? Wires connecting computers to the Internet? To kids born in 2011, that will make as much sense as an electric car trailing an extension cord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Hand-written letters:&lt;/strong&gt; For that matter, hand-written anything. When was the last time you wrote cursive? In fact, do you even know what the word "cursive" means? Kids born in 2011 won't -- but they'll put you to shame on a tiny keyboard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Talking to one person at a time:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember when it was rude to be with one person while talking to another on the phone? Kids born today will just assume that you're supposed to use texting to maintain contact with five or six other people while pretending to pay attention to the person you happen to be physically next to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Retirement plans:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Johnny, there was a time when all you had to do was work at the same place for 20 years and they'd send you a check every month for as long as you lived. In fact, some companies would even pay your medical bills, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Mail:&lt;/strong&gt; What's left when you take the mail you receive today, then subtract the bills you could be paying online, the checks you could be having direct-deposited, and the junk mail you could be receiving as junk email? Answer: A bloated bureaucracy that loses billions of taxpayer dollars annually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Commercials on TV:&lt;/strong&gt; They're terrifically expensive, easily avoided with DVRs, and inefficiently target mass audiences. Unless somebody comes up with a way to force you to watch them -- as with video on the Internet -- who's going to pay for them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Commercial music radio:&lt;/strong&gt; Smartphones with music-streaming programs like &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AsOdGFlev0J7IRgtgXAPanoPBa1_;_ylu=X3oDMTExZ3ZlNXNiBHBvcwM5BHNlYwNhcnRpY2xlTWFpbgRzbGsDcGFuZG9yYQ--/SIG=10sd99343/**http%3A//www.pandora.com/" target="_blank" style="line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(15, 85, 195); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; are a better solution that doesn't include ads screaming between every song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;Hiding:&lt;/strong&gt; Not long ago, if you didn't answer your home phone, that was that -- nobody knew if you were alive or dead, much less where you might be. Now your phone is not only in your pocket, it can potentially tell everyone -- including advertisers -- exactly where you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5710819810511306083-3112950926034096073?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3112950926034096073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3112950926034096073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3112950926034096073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3112950926034096073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-shell-never-know.html' title='Things she&apos;ll never know'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-6667464946616293102</id><published>2011-01-04T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:51:25.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating habits</title><content type='html'>I have terrible eating habits. I'll admit it. I'm SO not a healthy eater. Therefore when I seeing my fertility Dr, and she put me on a strict diet, I had a very hard time. I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, which causes insulin resistance. I won't go into all the details, but basically, I eat sugar, my body makes insulin, my body resists the insulin, the sugar is stored as fat which causes me to feel tired and hungry, and so I eat sugar, and the process starts all over again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to getting pregnant, I followed her prescribed diet very closely, and I felt a lot better. Then I got pregnant, and while I tried to eat healthy, I certainly didn't follow her diet. Now that Bridget is here, and my body is trying to get back to "normal" (I'm not sure if it ever will be), I've decided that I really need to go back on this PCOS diet. And so the other night I was reviewing the packet of info my Dr had given me, and reading the list of things I am to strictly avoid. And it left me wondering what in the world I used to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm to stay away from:bagels, non-whole grain bread, cake, candy, cereal, chips, soda, fruit juice, cookies, corn, crackers, dried fruits, fast foods, flax products, fried foods, grapes, high fructose corn syrup, honey, hot chocolate, chocolate in general, ice cream, pancakes, pasta, peas, pineapple, popcorn, potatoes, pretzels, processed foods, red meat, white rice, salad dressings, soy products, table sugar, waffles, and watermelon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, I'm to eat protein, healthy fat, and a complex carbohydrate at each meal, along with 2 snacks containing a healthy fat and a complex carb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo...any tips on what to eat besides chicken, string cheese, apples and peanuts? Pretty sure that's what I lived on before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6667464946616293102?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6667464946616293102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6667464946616293102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6667464946616293102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6667464946616293102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/eating-habits.html' title='Eating habits'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1372498068510025987</id><published>2010-12-28T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:48:51.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Knapp's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TRpo9GEz2FI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1CuwOPxrlyI/s1600/christmas%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TRpo9GEz2FI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1CuwOPxrlyI/s400/christmas%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555868489127024722" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5710819810511306083-1372498068510025987?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1372498068510025987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1372498068510025987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1372498068510025987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1372498068510025987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-from-knapps.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Knapp&apos;s!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TRpo9GEz2FI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1CuwOPxrlyI/s72-c/christmas%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3122434980426004112</id><published>2010-12-07T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:38:38.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP6K0ZbURaI/AAAAAAAAArk/wX5IL59vcGI/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP6K0ZbURaI/AAAAAAAAArk/wX5IL59vcGI/s400/233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548024423750321570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe our little pumpkin is already 2 months old! Currently she:&lt;br /&gt;-weighs 8lb 5oz and is 22 inches long. 5th percentile for weight, and 50th for height.&lt;br /&gt;-loves to lay and kick, usually getting her socks off in the process&lt;br /&gt;-wakes up once at night to eat&lt;br /&gt;-HATES being burped...the way she hollers you'd think she was getting pinched or something&lt;br /&gt;-loves to smile and be social, especially with the shelf above her changing table and the bug hanging from her play mat&lt;br /&gt;-fits into her first article of 0-3 month clothing! I'm so ready to stop wearing the same 6 newborn outfits over and over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3122434980426004112?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3122434980426004112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3122434980426004112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3122434980426004112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3122434980426004112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/2-months.html' title='2 months!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP6K0ZbURaI/AAAAAAAAArk/wX5IL59vcGI/s72-c/233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1718765427437475710</id><published>2010-12-06T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:26:30.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just cause she's so cute  :)</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1v4lBk0RI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZFxJdDog4wk/s1600/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1v4lBk0RI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZFxJdDog4wk/s400/257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547713333792395538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rough several weeks, we discovered that Bridget was losing weight. So now she nurses and then gets a bottle after every feeding, and she's like a totally different baby. We get lots of fun smiles and cute expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1v4d0QsxI/AAAAAAAAArU/6KG_pDyIips/s1600/243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1v4d0QsxI/AAAAAAAAArU/6KG_pDyIips/s400/243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547713331857502994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vQH5QHKI/AAAAAAAAArM/MUDLOUSJBEM/s1600/242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vQH5QHKI/AAAAAAAAArM/MUDLOUSJBEM/s400/242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547712638778088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I can't get these pictures turned...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that she's getting her belly full, she is not only happy, but she sleeps good too, only getting up once at night to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vPnYS8cI/AAAAAAAAArE/DVwWJnyE5Dw/s1600/239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vPnYS8cI/AAAAAAAAArE/DVwWJnyE5Dw/s400/239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547712630049927618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vPFMpKaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ALj_Gn5HB8Y/s1600/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1vPFMpKaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ALj_Gn5HB8Y/s400/227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547712620874246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're teaching her to do her civic duty early. :)&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/5710819810511306083-1718765427437475710?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1718765427437475710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1718765427437475710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1718765427437475710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1718765427437475710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-cause-shes-so-cute.html' title='Just cause she&apos;s so cute  :)'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TP1v4lBk0RI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZFxJdDog4wk/s72-c/257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4704699126676389276</id><published>2010-11-03T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:46:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>With Bridget sleeping (in her bed, nonetheless!!), I thought I 'd take a few moments to catch up on some blogs before diving into those dreaded thank you notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of those blogs happened to be &lt;a href="http://jeremyandnancy.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning-iowa.html"&gt;Nancy's&lt;/a&gt; post about their trip to Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm reading along, I'm thinking "aww...look at those sweet pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I got to the last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay, it reminded me that when we went to Chicago for the day several weeks ago, that we didn't have the change for a toll, so we went through it with the intention of paying the 50 cents online later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess we'll be getting a ticket in the mail soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4704699126676389276?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4704699126676389276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4704699126676389276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4704699126676389276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4704699126676389276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-2047540782562577592</id><published>2010-10-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:07:59.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first few days</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ7ObUmtI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dWlJBWmz6go/s1600/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ7ObUmtI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dWlJBWmz6go/s400/IMG_2918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532894161546812114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were worn out from our trip home from the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;(and you can see my lovely broken blood vessels from pushing her out.)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ6a41htI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lpDMfzo-QG0/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ6a41htI/AAAAAAAAAqs/lpDMfzo-QG0/s400/IMG_2923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532894147711960786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiny in her crib! I had a hard time leaving her alone in her crib the first night, but we didn't have anywhere else to put her, so we didn't have a choice.&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ5wuSAGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kWnVI8lnRkQ/s1600/IMG_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ5wuSAGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kWnVI8lnRkQ/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532894136393400418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day home from the hospital, I woke up from a nap to find my daughter watching football.  :)&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ5i_jhhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OXQuMsD6OrE/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ5i_jhhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OXQuMsD6OrE/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532894132707755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Wendi comes over every few days just to snuggle.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJQMre_9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/yO8viJ7XUEg/s1600/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJQMre_9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/yO8viJ7XUEg/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532893422343356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came over to help give Bridget her first bath. Despite how she looks in the picture, she really does like her bath. She just lays there and looks around. She also pees in the bath every time I stick her in there.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJP1ysrMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Q-kGz1qut3g/s1600/IMG_2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJP1ysrMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Q-kGz1qut3g/s400/IMG_2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532893416199597250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with daddy&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJPRhUZ1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/pE6QOLuDRQY/s1600/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJPRhUZ1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/pE6QOLuDRQY/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532893406463027026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we do tummy time, she gets her thumb in her mouth. And it's about the only time she gets it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJOwdu9II/AAAAAAAAAp8/trLwGJDLhqo/s1600/IMG_2965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJOwdu9II/AAAAAAAAAp8/trLwGJDLhqo/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532893397589619842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her favorite place in sleep is on your chest. She'll sleep forever there, but HATES her crib.&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/5710819810511306083-2047540782562577592?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2047540782562577592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=2047540782562577592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2047540782562577592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2047540782562577592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-first-few-days.html' title='Our first few days'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TMjJ7ObUmtI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dWlJBWmz6go/s72-c/IMG_2918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7187019161116017470</id><published>2010-10-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:53:06.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget's arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TL29uLThgXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FZvkJ9KQtJ4/s1600/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TL29uLThgXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FZvkJ9KQtJ4/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529784518487146866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, blogger won't let me type at the top of this post, so I'll just start here.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I commented to a friend about how I'd actually gotten all my laundry done (washed, dried, ironed, and put away) in one day! Her comment back was "awesome! Now you can go into labor tonight!" To which I replied "no I really need to clean my house tomorrow, so labor needs to wait until tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;Well, labor didn't wait until Thursday night. Thursday morning about 3 I woke up to a semi-painful contraction, which I would randomly have 1 or 2 of at a time. I got up to go the bathroom, and went back to bed. Just about a minute later, I had another contraction, and then another one, and my underwear was feeling a little damp, so I went back to the bathroom to investigate. Sure enough, there was some blood and other stuff, and I thought well, I guess this is labor.&lt;br /&gt;After finally locating my watch with a second hand, I started timing my contractions. Right from the get-go they were 2-3 minutes apart, lasting 30-60 seconds. This kinda confused me...my Dr had told me that when contractions were 5-7 minutes apart to go to the hospital. Mine were a lot close than that, but not all that painful. I also couldn't tell if my water had broke or not. I'd feel something run out every once in a while, but couldn't tell if it was watery, or just some of the "other stuff" that comes out when you're in labor.&lt;br /&gt;So I bounced on my exercise ball, took a shower, finished packing our bag, did some dishes, and wandered around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Luke's alarm was set to go off at 6, so a few minutes before I went in and woke him up with "good morning! Want to have a baby today?" After staring at me for a minute and responding with a "oh my word!" he got up and got in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wait until 8:30 when my Dr's office opened, and go there to have them check me. I really didn't want to go to the hospital only to have them send me home. So Luke got us some breakfast, and my contractions got painful enough that I couldn't talk through them. By 7 we were pretty sure I was in "real" labor, so we called my mom, and headed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, they did an exam to see if my water had broke, but the resident told me she didn't think it had but she tested the fluid anyway. And I was only dilated to a 2cm (I had been 1-2 cm on Monday). It was kind of sad to have been in labor for 5 hours at this point and only have made it 1/2 cm!&lt;br /&gt;About 20 min later the nurse came in to say that it was my water that had broke. So they started an IV and moved me to a labor room. And I continued my contractions every 2-3minutes, lasting 30-60 sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGZW4tfCI/AAAAAAAAApk/SzjtXqYv11s/s1600/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGZW4tfCI/AAAAAAAAApk/SzjtXqYv11s/s400/IMG_2791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529442212702420002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget was "sunny side up", meaning her face was facing my belly button. Made for LOTS of back labor. I walked the halls for a while, and spent a lot of time on my hands and knees, and in every imaginable position trying to get her to turn over.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I progressed slowly, although it was really wasn't that slow.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great team. :) Luke was my back rub-er (and I'd snap at him if he stopped during a contraction:)), my mom let me squeeze her hand and held the puke basin for my when I got nauseous, and Wendi (my sister) fed me water and ice chips and fanned me with the food menu. :)&lt;br /&gt;The pain was bad, but the worst part was once I was dilated to a 7, I started feeling like I had to push, but they wouldn't let me until I was a 10. And then I hung out between 9-10 cm for what felt like FOREVER. The nurse kept telling me not to push, and I just told her too bad, I couldn't help it. And then I finally got to push! And about 40 minutes later, out she came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGYwG55pI/AAAAAAAAApc/wZ-GqDYx74Q/s1600/IMG_2808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGYwG55pI/AAAAAAAAApc/wZ-GqDYx74Q/s400/IMG_2808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529442202292971154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGYUt3eBI/AAAAAAAAApU/kMbhEIKMuyw/s1600/IMG_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGYUt3eBI/AAAAAAAAApU/kMbhEIKMuyw/s400/IMG_2799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529442194940196882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting everything set up&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGX4MoiqI/AAAAAAAAApM/PrBj-WKn6PM/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyGX4MoiqI/AAAAAAAAApM/PrBj-WKn6PM/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529442187284613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first glimpse..the first thing I did was make sure she really did come out a girl.  :)&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEbfvPM9I/AAAAAAAAApE/W2cGwex9Agc/s1600/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEbfvPM9I/AAAAAAAAApE/W2cGwex9Agc/s400/IMG_2827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529440050415088594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEaX7vr2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/WoVfCAcafPY/s1600/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEaX7vr2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/WoVfCAcafPY/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529440031140196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had meconium stained fluid (meaning she had a bowel movement while still inside) so she got taken right over to the warmer and suctioned out. Then I got to hold her for about 30 seconds before they took her to the nursery to get oxygen.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEZWbSWpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AUQo2fNSS7k/s1600/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEZWbSWpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/AUQo2fNSS7k/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529440013555751570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy gets to hold her for the first time! She got to come out to our room to nurse when she was about 2 hours old. Then she went back for some more monitoring, and then came out for good about an hour and a half later.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEYlB-JMI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZlDS3XHARF4/s1600/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLyEYlB-JMI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZlDS3XHARF4/s400/IMG_2848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529440000296232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First family picture!&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/5710819810511306083-7187019161116017470?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7187019161116017470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7187019161116017470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7187019161116017470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7187019161116017470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/bridets-arrival.html' title='Bridget&apos;s arrival'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TL29uLThgXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FZvkJ9KQtJ4/s72-c/IMG_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3200718383091265877</id><published>2010-10-13T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:51:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She made it!</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLXi1y17xxI/AAAAAAAAAok/nB-3zjhL0Is/s1600/IMG_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLXi1y17xxI/AAAAAAAAAok/nB-3zjhL0Is/s400/IMG_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527573531476084498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Ann arrived Thursday, Oct 7, at 4:10pm,&lt;br /&gt;weighing 6lbs 10oz, and was 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update with more pictures and details later.  :)&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/5710819810511306083-3200718383091265877?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3200718383091265877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3200718383091265877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3200718383091265877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3200718383091265877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-made-it.html' title='She made it!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TLXi1y17xxI/AAAAAAAAAok/nB-3zjhL0Is/s72-c/IMG_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6629809102192923864</id><published>2010-10-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:40:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 weeks</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to believe that it's almost time for our little girl to be born! And at the same time, I feel like I've been pregnant forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing things to help things along, like walking and bouncing on an exercise ball, but so far none of it seems to really be helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm bouncing on my ball as I type. And I bounce while I read, and watch movies, and talk on the phone. I take my ball to other people's house so I can bounce while we hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet thing still hasn't dropped into my pelvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may as well get prepared...at my sonogram last week that I had for decreased movement, the Dr commented that "that is one stubborn baby!" They tried everything to wake her up and get her to move, but she apparently didn't want to. And when she did wake up, she'd just blink and yawn (so cute, by the way), but wouldn't move her arms or legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of contractions. Nothing painful, nothing regular, just tight with pressure. And even those don't appear to be doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're semi-patiently waiting. Or maybe it's just a tiny bit patiently waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6629809102192923864?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6629809102192923864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6629809102192923864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6629809102192923864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6629809102192923864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/39-weeks.html' title='39 weeks'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-8323406796902841090</id><published>2010-09-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:29:40.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storing it up!</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TJjb5-H6X6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/-xw1Pg1dVUc/s1600/Sono+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TJjb5-H6X6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/-xw1Pg1dVUc/s320/Sono+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519403132317753250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last sonogram yesterday, and our little peanut certainly is...little.&lt;br /&gt;She's about 5lb 5oz, which puts her in the 3rd percentile.&lt;br /&gt;However, I think her cheeks may be in like the 50th percentile.&lt;br /&gt;She must be storing her fat there.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're adorable, and I can't wait to squeeze them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we went to the Morton Pumpkin festival last week.&lt;br /&gt;We went a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I got a wonderful, HUGE funnel cake, which was good for about the first 10 bites.&lt;br /&gt;And then the grease really starts to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to give it away to someone else because I couldn't finish eating it.&lt;br /&gt;That and I was slightly self-conscious about being quite pregnant and carrying a huge funnel cake around.&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/5710819810511306083-8323406796902841090?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8323406796902841090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8323406796902841090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8323406796902841090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8323406796902841090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/09/storing-it-up.html' title='Storing it up!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TJjb5-H6X6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/-xw1Pg1dVUc/s72-c/Sono+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-455963703505731379</id><published>2010-09-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:41:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Independence</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to say that this post is not aimed at any of my friends/acquaintances that read this blog, it's simply my observations of my attitude in the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've scared everyone....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends kids. I really do. I love to babysit them, and play with them when we're together. However, in the past few weeks I've noticed that I become more annoyed with them than I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come over, and they make a mess with toys, they touch my mirror (why this annoys me, I have no idea), they get in the way, they fuss and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night we were babysitting and just as I had dished up supper, "J" (he shall remain nameless) was getting into all the cupboards, had a dirty diaper, and was getting increasingly fussy. And I had to leave my plate of fresh hot food and change his diaper, give him some tylenol (I did have permission from his mother do so. I promise I don't just give out tylenol to fussy children), and distract him with some toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finished, my plate of food was no longer hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I normally would love holding my friends children, lately I've just let them take care of their own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause having to deal with kids is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I contemplated this new "attitude" last night (while lying in bed awake for what seemed like the ump-teenth hour) it occurred to me (again) that soon, I'll be one of those people that has to deal with a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have to deal with a kid when I'm tired and don't feel good, and when I want a break from her, and when I just want to eat a fresh plate of food, and when I want to watch a movie in silence with interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it occurred to me that maybe one reason why I've been getting annoyed by other people's kids is because I want to keep my independence for as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the unselfishness of having a child is going to be harder for me than I ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while having to be unselfish isn't exactly fun, it'll certainly be VERY good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as a disclaimer, this does NOT mean you shouldn't call me to babysit or hang out with us anymore.  :)  I promise I do still love your children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-455963703505731379?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/455963703505731379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=455963703505731379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/455963703505731379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/455963703505731379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-independence.html' title='My Independence'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-8735591336278909304</id><published>2010-08-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:24:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little girl</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/THwSrksFacI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Has_jrysjTA/s1600/Sono+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/THwSrksFacI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Has_jrysjTA/s320/Sono+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511300583786899906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 42 more days (and hopefully less) till we get to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from tomorrow and she can come out any time.&lt;br /&gt;The consensus is that she looks like Luke, but I can't tell from a sonogram.&lt;br /&gt;I do think she's cute though. And check out those cheeks!&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/5710819810511306083-8735591336278909304?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8735591336278909304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8735591336278909304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8735591336278909304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8735591336278909304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-little-girl.html' title='Our little girl'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/THwSrksFacI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Has_jrysjTA/s72-c/Sono+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3654515783415680286</id><published>2010-08-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:41:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose it's time</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I posted anything. Not much is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still growing. Not as rapidly as before though, thankfully. I had a sonogram last week and when I actually remember to send my pics with Luke to scan them, I'll post them. They're pretty cute. She's got a little pug nose and chubby cheeks. And she has HAIR!! (Coming from someone who was bald for the first few years of her life, and hasn't been able to grow much hair since, hair on my baby is kind of a novelty.) As of last Friday, she weighed 3lb 13oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 49 days left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sewing a lot. The crib bedding is finally finished, the ties for the curtains sewn, and now I'm about 1/2 through recovering the glider chair. I'll be very excited when that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sleep/rest a lot. Energy and motivation are seriously lacking. When I sit down, typically my only motivation to get up is because my back starts hurting. Going up (or down) the stairs makes me short of breath. In short, I feel pregnant. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3654515783415680286?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3654515783415680286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3654515783415680286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3654515783415680286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3654515783415680286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-suppose-its-time.html' title='I suppose it&apos;s time'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7404814140639359818</id><published>2010-08-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:21:47.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>I think it's begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from Michigan last weekend, I started to panic a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, we only have 11 weeks till Bridget is born! I had all these things I wanted to get done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 5 minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, we don't even have any baby things! No crib mattress or bedding, a diaper bag, clothes, toys, diapers, a bouncy seat or a swing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a list right then and there of all those things I wanted/need to get done.  And that list includes cleaning out nearly every closet, drawer, and cabinet in the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is me...the person who has no problem with shoving everything into a closet as long as I can shut the door and the house looks clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little weird to have this overwhelming urge to clean out and organize, but I'll be making the most of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7404814140639359818?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7404814140639359818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7404814140639359818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7404814140639359818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7404814140639359818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/08/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-3006026716449297285</id><published>2010-07-18T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:22:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A battle cry call to fasting and prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is copied from Jordan and Katelyn Schroeder's blog. Please be in prayer for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jkschroeder.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atten​tion! All  Christian Soldiers and Prayer Warriors of Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  time has come the time is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan &amp;amp; Katelyn have  considered their medical treatment options with no hope of improvement  or a cure against this enemy and agent of death, this ever growing  cancer; and they have decided to move Jordan home and cry out to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;,  the only source of &lt;strong&gt;Miraculous Hope&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read  on their last post, they have laid all their hopes and dreams on God’s  altar. They also know that the only one who can stay the knife has  already died so they can live forever in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He that spared  not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how will he not also  along with him also freely give us all things. Romans 8:32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They  are begging all God’s people to fast and pray to God for them beginning  Monday July 19, 2010. Please pray that God would be merciful to Jordan  and Katelyn as he was merciful to nearly dead Epaphroditu​s and Paul in  Phillipians 2:27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation​, please consider what God did  in the Bible and his amazing responses to fasting and prayer when his  people were facing enemy, danger or death like Jehoshaphat in  2Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;20:1-30, Hezekiah (2 Kings 20:1-11), Ezra (ch. 8:21-23),  &amp;amp; Esther (ch.4:14-17​); and even his response to some wicked men who  fasted and prayed like the King of Ninevah (Jonah:3:5​-10), &amp;amp; Ahab  (1 Kings 21:20-29). See Isaiah 58 &amp;amp; Matthew 6:6-18 for further  instruction​s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly remember the importance of fasting and  prayer in healing the boy in Matthew 17:14-21 and don’t forget the words  of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and  fasting Mark 9:29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David therefore besought God for the  child; and David fasted, and went in, and lay all night upon the earth. .  . And he said, . . . I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell  whether GOD will be gracious to me, that the child may live?&lt;/strong&gt; 2  Samuel 12:16,22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tha​nking you in advance for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;Jor ​dan and Katelyn’s Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3006026716449297285?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3006026716449297285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3006026716449297285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3006026716449297285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3006026716449297285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/07/battle-cry-call-to-fasting-and-prayer.html' title='A battle cry call to fasting and prayer'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-3245396707993202464</id><published>2010-07-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:02:06.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a post with pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are in backwards order...oh well.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYRR-S-KzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GSgh8uzcmXY/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYRR-S-KzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GSgh8uzcmXY/s320/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491595796102916914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget and I at 26 weeks. Only 98 days left!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYQ5hLtxYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gC89F5cukgo/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYQ5hLtxYI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gC89F5cukgo/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491595375970993538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night we put up the crib and changing table. We're using the crib that I used when I was a baby. It all went together quite well, considering we had no directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I just had a picture of Luke working hard to put things together, but I accidentally back-spaced too far and erased it. Blogger really needs to have an undo button.&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYP5GlTNHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7JCE_goXc5w/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYP5GlTNHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/7JCE_goXc5w/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491594269318919282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul and Elise came over one night last week so Paul could help Luke move the office furniture into our basement. Judah though the basket was clean sheets was lots of fun.  :)&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYP45cYyJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2HZloicSJcg/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYP45cYyJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/2HZloicSJcg/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491594265791875218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my amazing husband, we have carpet in our basement. It's not exactly the color I would have chosen, but hey, when you get free carpet, you can't complain about it too much. Anyway, Luke got it all done, and it looks fabulous!&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/5710819810511306083-3245396707993202464?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3245396707993202464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3245396707993202464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3245396707993202464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3245396707993202464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-with-pictures.html' title='a post with pictures!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TDYRR-S-KzI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GSgh8uzcmXY/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4732580683894382455</id><published>2010-07-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:12:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently...</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to decide if getting winded from carrying 4 chairs into the living room means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  I'm so out of shape-totally pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;b: our chairs are really that heavy and we should probably get new ones&lt;br /&gt;c:  I really am getting that hugely pregnant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4732580683894382455?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4732580683894382455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4732580683894382455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4732580683894382455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4732580683894382455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/07/currently.html' title='Currently...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-8991187615593606467</id><published>2010-06-10T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:48:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect French Fry</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TBDdzXvv6kI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cII9wzCg8zQ/s1600/macdonalds-french-fries-psd8992.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TBDdzXvv6kI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cII9wzCg8zQ/s320/macdonalds-french-fries-psd8992.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481124621127248450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unhealthy, but in my opinion, it doesn't get much better than fresh, hot McDonald's fries. (and a small fry is only $1, just to let you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kenji Lopez-Alt has created the &lt;a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2010/05/perfect-french-fries-recipe.html"&gt;perfect french fry that can be made at home!&lt;/a&gt; (or so he claims.) Granted, it looks like it'd take a little work, but sometime I'm going to give these a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has written an article about the &lt;a href="http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2010/05/the-burger-lab-how-to-make-perfect-mcdonalds-style-french-fries.html"&gt;science behind the recipe&lt;/a&gt;, which I found to be an interesting read.&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/5710819810511306083-8991187615593606467?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8991187615593606467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8991187615593606467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8991187615593606467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8991187615593606467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-french-fry.html' title='The Perfect French Fry'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TBDdzXvv6kI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cII9wzCg8zQ/s72-c/macdonalds-french-fries-psd8992.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6496550447014852611</id><published>2010-06-08T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:22:25.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little Tues morning humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TA5uFCvUE9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/oYnIrbGwpbQ/s1600/5-color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TA5uFCvUE9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/oYnIrbGwpbQ/s400/5-color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480438829470192594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6496550447014852611?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6496550447014852611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6496550447014852611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6496550447014852611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6496550447014852611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-little-tues-morning-humor.html' title='just a little Tues morning humor'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/TA5uFCvUE9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/oYnIrbGwpbQ/s72-c/5-color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-602933426260654607</id><published>2010-05-28T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:28:36.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some extra things to pray for</title><content type='html'>Nic Rassi is scheduled to have his kidney transplant today, with his brother donating one of his kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the family would appreciate your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more, head to their blog: http://normalrassis.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please take a moment to pray for Jordan and Katelyn Schroeder, Jaycee and Arawen. It appears his cancer has returned in two places near his spine, and they plan to fly down to Mexico this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out his Caring Bridge site at: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/jordanschroeder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-602933426260654607?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/602933426260654607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=602933426260654607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/602933426260654607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/602933426260654607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-extra-things-to-pray-for.html' title='some extra things to pray for'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-368826421275126893</id><published>2010-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:36:57.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years ago today...</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_6d-fbKBgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1JYPwktTmZI/s1600/us+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_6d-fbKBgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1JYPwktTmZI/s400/us+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475987893841954306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary to my wonderful husband!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;I love your Godly attributes and your passion for growing in Christ;&lt;br /&gt;I love (most of the time) how you like to accomplish things and don't like to be lazy;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that you're willing to help around the house when I ask, and that you eat pretty much whatever I put in front of you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I love that you remain calm when I get all worked up;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you fully support my many endeavors and ideas, and continue encouraging me in them when I want to give them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much! It's been an awesome three years!&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/5710819810511306083-368826421275126893?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/368826421275126893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=368826421275126893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/368826421275126893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/368826421275126893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-years-ago-today.html' title='3 years ago today...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_6d-fbKBgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/1JYPwktTmZI/s72-c/us+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5833060436164350691</id><published>2010-05-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:48:40.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar &amp; Spice &amp; Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjS7tMk6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mk6IjasPd2Q/s1600/Sono+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjS7tMk6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mk6IjasPd2Q/s320/Sono+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219686403380130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjC_uIyDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/20wX5GQzdp8/s1600/Sono+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjC_uIyDI/AAAAAAAAAmo/20wX5GQzdp8/s320/Sono+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219412603160626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCSytBBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NA8LaJ2-Mps/s1600/Sono+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCSytBBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NA8LaJ2-Mps/s320/Sono+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219400542716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCb5bHwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/25CQGNSDYW4/s1600/Sono+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCb5bHwI/AAAAAAAAAmY/25CQGNSDYW4/s320/Sono+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219402986823426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCPs98nI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0gZ4F6jhkQA/s1600/Sono+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjCPs98nI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0gZ4F6jhkQA/s320/Sono+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219399713354354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjB7wAbSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nLYojB5C-dU/s1600/Sono+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjB7wAbSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/nLYojB5C-dU/s320/Sono+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219394357390626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Ann is healthy, active, and in the 59th percentile for her weight at 20 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So we're looking at about an 8 pound baby, a little big for my taste, but as long as she's healthy.&lt;br /&gt;She weighs 12 oz, almost 3/4 of a pound, and apparently LOVES her thumb, since it's in her mouth 3 out of the 6 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;We're so thankful to God for blessing us with this healthy baby girl!&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/5710819810511306083-5833060436164350691?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5833060436164350691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5833060436164350691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5833060436164350691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5833060436164350691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-spice-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar &amp; Spice &amp; Everything Nice'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S_vjS7tMk6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/mk6IjasPd2Q/s72-c/Sono+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-213535283418956583</id><published>2010-05-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:32:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite</title><content type='html'>I'd like to dedicate this post to one of my favorite websites ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the most likely sad amount of time I spend on it, you may think it would Facebook, but you'd be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasteofhome.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I find it SO incredibly helpful when looking for recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some random ingredients in your freezer you want to use up? Type them into the search box and hundreds of recipes containing that ingredient will pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 years ago we got half of a cow from our nephew. Most of that meat is gone, except for a few remaining pieces that I have no idea what to do with. Take round steak, for example. I had 2 packages in the freezer, so I entered "beef round steak" into search, and got hundreds of recipes for everything from grilling, to Swiss steak, beef stronganoff, round steak with dumplings, and crock pot recipes. Tonight we going to try BBQ round steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get an additional plus from the website if you get any of their magazines (Quick Cooking, Taste of Home, Country Women, etc). You can enter a code on the back of one of your magazines and instantly have access to all the recipes from ALL of the magazines for like the past 10 years. Totally worth the subscription cost of the magazine, in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-213535283418956583?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/213535283418956583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=213535283418956583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/213535283418956583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/213535283418956583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-favorite.html' title='My favorite'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5127430495264615537</id><published>2010-05-15T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T06:56:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy rainy days</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6mEdWksNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/n-Y0LKM_rV0/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6mEdWksNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/n-Y0LKM_rV0/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471493192830726354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While all the plants outside are growing, Baby Knapp has been making itself known by growing as well. For your comparing pleasure, I'm 16 weeks above, and 18 weeks below.&lt;br /&gt;Right at about 18 weeks (and the day before Mother's Day) I had the wonderful pleasure of feeling baby move for the first time. It's still kind of sporadic, and I have to be paying some attention, but I've been feeling it move every day since.&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 more days till Baby Knapp gets assigned a gender!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lmm19UeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/z201kRc-vIs/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lmm19UeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/z201kRc-vIs/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471492679982207458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lAX6eIjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WE-MBrv8M_o/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lAX6eIjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WE-MBrv8M_o/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471492023139574322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat one of my favorite little boys, and during his whole 2 hour nap, he was holding onto the side of the car seat. I thought it was just so cute.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lAATt4JI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RHa9t0KEFG0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6lAATt4JI/AAAAAAAAAlo/RHa9t0KEFG0/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471492016803012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke (my brother) turned 13 this past Monday. So weird...he just still seems like the little Lukey we were always hauling around and doting on just a few years ago.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6k_0sjcyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tQimCHyQxqY/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6k_0sjcyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/tQimCHyQxqY/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471492013685961506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least, I'd like to show off the desserts I make for Knapp Mother's Day. They turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. From left to right are: chocolate fudge trifle, strawberry lemon trifle, and raspberry cheesecake trifle.&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/5710819810511306083-5127430495264615537?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5127430495264615537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5127430495264615537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5127430495264615537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5127430495264615537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/05/lazy-rainy-days.html' title='lazy rainy days'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S-6mEdWksNI/AAAAAAAAAmA/n-Y0LKM_rV0/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-2963062514658243680</id><published>2010-04-27T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:27:19.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dance</title><content type='html'>So maybe some of you out there have heard of pregnant people becoming less than graceful when they get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Something about a change in their center of gravity...or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1 reason&lt;/span&gt; why bike riding during pregnancy is discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert sarcastic voice here) Now I've always been proud of my graceful movements. I'm an amazing dancer, and I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fall up the stairs (yes, up is the correct term). And last night, at Bible study, my dear husband affirmed my gracefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the couch with a plate full of food balancing on my lap, my glass of tea in one hand, and my napkin and chocolate chip cookie in the other, I noticed him eying me carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful with all that," he commented. To which I sort of annoyedly responded "I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you haven't been the most graceful lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I drop things on a regular basis, and maybe I spend a good portion of the day picking up things that I knocked over. And maybe I can hardly get out of the shower without killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day, when the shade fell down, I did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; try to re-roll it 4 times because I kept dropping it and finally gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better stay off of bikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-2963062514658243680?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2963062514658243680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=2963062514658243680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2963062514658243680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2963062514658243680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance.html' title='the dance'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5622834002290768569</id><published>2010-04-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:05:32.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story (and a picture)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8-RVN-T7UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I1_mclayWmk/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8-RVN-T7UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I1_mclayWmk/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462744666737995074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to make this a little easier (for myself) I'll just copy the note I wrote on facebook when announced we were pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I've been treated for infertility for the past  year. We've received several diagnoses, gone to 3 different doctors, and  tried lots of medications, supplements, and diet changes-all with no  success. Right after Christmas, my doctor did lots and lots of tests,  and basically told us that we would never conceive naturally. Her  recommendation was to move forward with doing In-vitro fertilization,  and we decided that we would go ahead with it. (I won't go into a lot of  details about ivf- if you want to know more, google it). We put down  our deposit to begin the process the end of March, and I was instructed  to call when I started my period the next month so I could start on the  MANY medications I'd have take. During the next couple weeks, I prayed  off and on that if it was God's will, I'd sure love it if we didn't have  to go through with IVF, although I admit I didn't expect that God would  answer my prayer. I was pretty sure He wanted us to go through with  IVF. Why else would He have brought us to this point?  6 weeks later, I  still hadn't started. While this isn't always abnormal for me, it's  getting to be longer than usual. So while at Walmart, I picked up a  cheap brand of pregnancy test, not the kind I usually buy, and I only  got one, instead of the package with 5 of them. :)  6 weeks to the day, I  took the pregnancy test, and then went out to the kitchen and started  making myself some breakfast. About 5 min later I realized I should go  check on it. When I saw a positive sign on that test, I seriously about  fell over. Luke wasn't home, so I scrambled for my cell phone to call  him, and during that time, I pretty much emotionally lost it. When he  answered the phone my first (heavily sobbed) words were "it's positive!"  To which he responded "no way!" I sobbed for a while longer, called my  mom and sobbed some more, called the doctor's office (and barely made it  through talking to the nurse), and continued this throughout the day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just praising God for His sovereignty! The month after we were  told we'd never conceive naturally, it happens! It really just goes to  show how it's all in God's timing and His control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, we found out we were pregnant exactly one week after I got fired. Talk about even more amazing timing by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the picture above is from last week, at 14 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-5622834002290768569?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5622834002290768569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5622834002290768569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5622834002290768569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5622834002290768569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-and-picture.html' title='The story (and a picture)'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8-RVN-T7UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/I1_mclayWmk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7554472143011189959</id><published>2010-04-10T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:03:29.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8DYGg3y2iI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pFYWN8BNMj8/s1600/Sono_4%28rev+0%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8DYGg3y2iI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pFYWN8BNMj8/s320/Sono_4%28rev+0%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458600354787809826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm sure you've (all like 2 of my reader's) have already heard the news, but we're going to have a baby! It's seriously just been amazing to see God at work in our lives over the past few months. I'll post the story sometime, but it's kind of a long story, so I'll wait for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this picture is from our 12 week appointment. Can you tell what part(s) you're looking at? No? Well, you wouldn't be the only one.  :)  The baby is looking right at you. Check out the right side of it...see the two "empty spots?" Those are the eyes. And yes, it does look a lot like an alien, but we love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now almost to the 14 week mark, entering the 2nd trimester, feeling much better, starting to gain weight (praying for no stretch marks), and growing quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7554472143011189959?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7554472143011189959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7554472143011189959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7554472143011189959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7554472143011189959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S8DYGg3y2iI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/pFYWN8BNMj8/s72-c/Sono_4%28rev+0%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-8828789500832773313</id><published>2010-02-16T14:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:11:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you have a lot of dishes when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to do them in shifts throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugg! I thought about taking a picture to post,&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of it depressed me too much.&lt;br /&gt;Just take my word for it, there's a lot 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/5710819810511306083-8828789500832773313?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8828789500832773313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8828789500832773313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8828789500832773313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8828789500832773313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-have-lot-of-dishes-when.html' title='You know you have a lot of dishes when...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5221141626053187681</id><published>2010-02-11T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:26:24.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider it all Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance, and let&lt;br /&gt;endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect&lt;br /&gt;and complete, lacking in nothing.&lt;br /&gt;James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is going through small group Bible studies on the book of James. I was very excited about going through the book, and being in the small groups. We finished the first 3 Bible studies, covering the whole first chapter. I felt like I had some great opportunities to count it all joy, and rejoice in the fact that God was working to bring me closer to him through those "hard" times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God decided to really give me a test in thanking Him for my trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story, but I got terminated from my job. While specifics aren't necessary, I will say that I did make a mistake, but that it was also a fairly common and easily corrected mistake. And for some reason, God allowed me the one who got reported, and the one who got fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't to try to make you feel bad for me, or tell me how hard it must be for me, but rather to inform you all about how great my God is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to learn about James, and God gave a me great opportunity to really understand better the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:12 says that "...a man who perseveres under trail...he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God desires me to be close to Him, but as the human I am, I'm usually not seeking Him if things are going really well. Sometimes it takes things like getting fired to make me fall on my face and ask for His wonderful grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:17 says that "Every good gift is from above coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I had pray that God would help me remember is that every good gift comes from Him - and those gifts are necessarily things that I consider good, but they are good for God's glory. And God does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on being thankful for being fired, but am so thankful that God is working to bring me closer to Him through it!&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/5710819810511306083-5221141626053187681?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5221141626053187681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5221141626053187681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5221141626053187681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5221141626053187681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-it-all-joy.html' title='Consider it all Joy!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-984472393795012075</id><published>2010-01-14T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:16:16.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHIqOHU6Dhg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHIqOHU6Dhg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song. It's such a great reminder to rely on God, trusting him through everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-984472393795012075?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/984472393795012075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=984472393795012075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/984472393795012075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/984472393795012075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-it.html' title='Love it'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-5812402878241909649</id><published>2010-01-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:08:37.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today...</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S039SJzLesI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8upy7yV-QW0/s1600-h/max+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S039SJzLesI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8upy7yV-QW0/s320/max+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271614361369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I posted that &lt;a href="http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-here.html"&gt;this little guy had been born&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And today, Max Jeffery turns one!&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S039OLHw_rI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iL8RG2sbEbk/s1600-h/Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S039OLHw_rI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iL8RG2sbEbk/s320/Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426271545996672690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Max!&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/5710819810511306083-5812402878241909649?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5812402878241909649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5812402878241909649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5812402878241909649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5812402878241909649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S039SJzLesI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8upy7yV-QW0/s72-c/max+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5494028968384432850</id><published>2010-01-06T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:18:25.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Years Resulution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S0SpWNF1TFI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tgi7iN29AKE/s1600-h/ziploc-bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S0SpWNF1TFI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tgi7iN29AKE/s200/ziploc-bags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423646050197261394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may remember &lt;a href="http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolution.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from last January.&lt;br /&gt;The where I announced that my New Years Resolution was not throw so much stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;To recycle&lt;br /&gt;To wash ziploc bags.&lt;br /&gt;To use cloth shopping bags&lt;br /&gt;To find some use for all the leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did I do, you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed really miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have washed more plastic bags than before, but over 50% of the time, I throw them out.&lt;br /&gt;I did buy cloth shopping bags, and I even used them several times.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, I just forgot to use them, even if I stuff them in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;I did recycle, mostly because that costs money.&lt;br /&gt;And as far as leftovers...well...&lt;br /&gt;the whole cooking thing as kind of gone down hill since I started working nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my report.&lt;br /&gt;As far as a resolution for 2010, maybe I should just keep working on the one from 2009!&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/5710819810511306083-5494028968384432850?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5494028968384432850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5494028968384432850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5494028968384432850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5494028968384432850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-years-resulution.html' title='Last Years Resulution'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/S0SpWNF1TFI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tgi7iN29AKE/s72-c/ziploc-bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-699547284735143999</id><published>2009-12-28T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:22:11.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>About 5 weeks or so, I guess. There really hasn't been much to blog about. I work, sleep, clean, do laundry, make dinner, go Christmas shopping, hang out with friends, and that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I love Christmas shopping, and am very sad that it's over for a whole year. I love the music that plays, the amazing smell of those roasted nuts that they sell at the mall, the snow (although this year we were blessed with rain...gross), the people, and finding that perfect gift. Oh, and maybe I love the things I find for myself along the way too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll post pictures of our Christmas, but it may take awhile before I can figure out how to get them on our new laptop. In the mean time, you'll have to be satisfied with my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I just have to share this exciting story with you all, and then you can stop reading.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through the freezer this morning, trying to find something to make for dinner when I noticed that I had a whole bunch of packages of "beef rib steak." Having no idea what the package contained, I hadn't used any of them the last 2 times we got beef (yes, we get like 1/2 a cow at a time...such country folks are we). Anyway, after a call to my mom and an opening of the package, it was discovered that we have lots of rib-eyes in our freezer. This was a very exciting discovery since those are our most favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-699547284735143999?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/699547284735143999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=699547284735143999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/699547284735143999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/699547284735143999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4907714188419144316</id><published>2009-11-13T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:18:05.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another boy!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, if you happen to be friends with me, and you get pregnant, chances are that you will have a boy, because everyone else is. Anyway, I just got off work and am so ready for bed, but I just couldn't wait any longer to post pictures of this darling little peanut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridge William Snyder was born at 10:09am on Tuesday Nov 11. He weighed in at a whopping 5 pounds 10 oz, and was 18.5 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4_lbONI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_4BY5VGyZF4/s1600-h/Fall+09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403590456264833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4_lbONI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_4BY5VGyZF4/s320/Fall+09+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony was pretty amazed that he was holding a 6 hour old baby.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4nWp8KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O8t4513y4zs/s1600-h/Fall+09+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403590449760432290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4nWp8KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O8t4513y4zs/s320/Fall+09+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a little peanut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4SEqieI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Wj_-xFkAYfg/s1600-h/Fall+09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403590444047829474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4SEqieI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Wj_-xFkAYfg/s320/Fall+09+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ridge and his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;(ahhh!! Kenton and Heidi are parents! So weird..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4FFvdFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/msBxZ1qlxL4/s1600-h/Fall+09+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403590440562685010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4FFvdFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/msBxZ1qlxL4/s320/Fall+09+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_6x-lPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j71hSPOdzus/s1600-h/Fall+09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589475722761458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_6x-lPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/j71hSPOdzus/s320/Fall+09+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we all had to take turns holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_kkTs_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/N2MMNWSEQMM/s1600-h/Fall+09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589469759845362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_kkTs_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/N2MMNWSEQMM/s320/Fall+09+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_U14hCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uMa7EimcPMg/s1600-h/Fall+09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589465538593826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_U14hCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uMa7EimcPMg/s320/Fall+09+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_Lgo70I/AAAAAAAAAjc/gk0tn-c5iOI/s1600-h/Fall+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589463033573186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1n_Lgo70I/AAAAAAAAAjc/gk0tn-c5iOI/s320/Fall+09+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4907714188419144316?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4907714188419144316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4907714188419144316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4907714188419144316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4907714188419144316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-another-boy.html' title='It&apos;s another boy!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sv1o4_lbONI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_4BY5VGyZF4/s72-c/Fall+09+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3469228752145047556</id><published>2009-11-11T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:40:22.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy...</title><content type='html'>Has it really been over a month since I posted?! I suppose so. I guess I haven't been feeling much motivation to update. Anyway, here are some happenings of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svryx1g_6AI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O4BdjoWbyRs/s1600-h/Chicago+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897640977328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svryx1g_6AI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O4BdjoWbyRs/s320/Chicago+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Wendi's 17th birthday (which was in August) we gave her a trip to Chicago for her and up to 3 friends. We finally got around to going about 2 weeks ago. Jenna and Jamie came along, and we had marvelous time together. Our hotel had just been re-done on the inside, and it looked so cool! We got lost, shopped, got lost, ate, got lost, went back to the hotel, swam, watched tv and headed to bed. The next day we shopped. And I do mean shop. I think I know now the meaning behind the saying "shop till you drop." I've never been so ready to leave a mall! But we had an awesome time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SvryxstQ71I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-wteO_JRVdg/s1600-h/Chicago+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897638612856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SvryxstQ71I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-wteO_JRVdg/s320/Chicago+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are, ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SvryxUTUdRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/y7FIo_PSC7c/s1600-h/potluck+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897632061584658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SvryxUTUdRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/y7FIo_PSC7c/s320/potluck+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trent and Jenae hosted potluck, and Jake and Meika were able to come down from Michigan to partake in the fun! Charlie and Judah were able to meet for the first time. Neither one of them were very impressed with the other. But us girls had a great time oohing and ahhing over them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svryw_LEm6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/DUReO4pRtvU/s1600-h/potluck+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402897626389846946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svryw_LEm6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/DUReO4pRtvU/s320/potluck+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys playing some sports trivia game that seems to make it's appearance at multiple potlucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2oWV8RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JUiElQTW4Pk/s1600-h/potluck+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402896623830692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2oWV8RI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JUiElQTW4Pk/s320/potluck+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2S2y-II/AAAAAAAAAis/wUnx2xZt84E/s1600-h/Adalai+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402896618061232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2S2y-II/AAAAAAAAAis/wUnx2xZt84E/s320/Adalai+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've also had the privilage of hanging out with this little munchkin and her parents several times. Let me tell you, this little girl is endless entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2IIV79I/AAAAAAAAAik/0NppJt3stD8/s1600-h/Judah+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402896615182036946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx2IIV79I/AAAAAAAAAik/0NppJt3stD8/s320/Judah+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've also spent a fair amount of time with my new boyfriend and his parents too.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't worry Luke, I still love you the best!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has a talent for making really cool faces, and looking totally annoyed with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx141an7I/AAAAAAAAAic/O2fOjqF8dig/s1600-h/Judah+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402896611076120498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svrx141an7I/AAAAAAAAAic/O2fOjqF8dig/s320/Judah+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, the monkey outfit does look familiar. I got this outfit for Judah for holloween, but since he wasn't born yet when I bought it, I had to try it out on Adalai. I chose to post this picture, where Judah looks all content and happy in his darling outfit, and not the one where he is screaming. I'm sure he would have loved the outfit if he would have gotten the chance to look in a mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and if you think the monkey outfit is humiliating, wait till you see what I want to buy him for Christmas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3469228752145047556?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3469228752145047556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3469228752145047556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3469228752145047556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3469228752145047556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Svryx1g_6AI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O4BdjoWbyRs/s72-c/Chicago+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-8969180953734599027</id><published>2009-10-08T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:28:07.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judah Michael Grimm FINALLY arrived Monday night at 5:01pm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weighing in at 8lb 1oz, and measuring 20.25 inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DjpZMREI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wLauXSJUGiE/s1600-h/Fall+09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249714950882370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DjpZMREI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wLauXSJUGiE/s320/Fall+09+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DHbFu5fI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CbLu9AbETeA/s1600-h/Fall+09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249230074832370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DHbFu5fI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CbLu9AbETeA/s320/Fall+09+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grandparents getting in some loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DG6YMgKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IoG8IEJSqwc/s1600-h/Fall+09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249221293899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DG6YMgKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IoG8IEJSqwc/s320/Fall+09+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DGbIJytI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qfzNG_F1lOs/s1600-h/Fall+09+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249212905114322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DGbIJytI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qfzNG_F1lOs/s320/Fall+09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DF_TCThI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zXAVxAV1538/s1600-h/Fall+09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390249205434568210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DF_TCThI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zXAVxAV1538/s320/Fall+09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5710819810511306083-8969180953734599027?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8969180953734599027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8969180953734599027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8969180953734599027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8969180953734599027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-finally-here.html' title='He&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Ss4DjpZMREI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wLauXSJUGiE/s72-c/Fall+09+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7245633802401629811</id><published>2009-09-04T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:15:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights like this</title><content type='html'>They are mostly wonderful. There are no sick or preemie babies right now, and no new babies being born anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 4am, and I'm sitting here at the computer, wrapped up in a warm blanket, with half eaten Jimmy John's next to me, and snuggling the cutest little boy. He's been alseep for the past hour, but he's just so sweet I can't go put him back in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like nights like this when I can be in the nursery, with very little responsibility, and just snuggle those precious newborns whose exhausted mommies are getting some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7245633802401629811?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7245633802401629811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7245633802401629811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7245633802401629811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7245633802401629811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/09/nights-like-this.html' title='Nights like this'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1560900133404340298</id><published>2009-08-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:09:52.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a pick-me-up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de5186ce703b040e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde5186ce703b040e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D338FEDBB7D1EF57324A0602479E86A74DAB850C3.463F05FE62EF3879DB2A25075CE4FE2042EB99B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde5186ce703b040e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDA5U8PQRikxeQhMqmEKrZAJD2XU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde5186ce703b040e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151663%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D338FEDBB7D1EF57324A0602479E86A74DAB850C3.463F05FE62EF3879DB2A25075CE4FE2042EB99B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde5186ce703b040e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDA5U8PQRikxeQhMqmEKrZAJD2XU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I realize that this is not my child, and maybe posting videos of other people's children is a little fanatical, but this video is seriously hilarious! It makes me laugh every time I watch it, so I just thought I'd share. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1560900133404340298?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de5186ce703b040e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1560900133404340298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1560900133404340298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1560900133404340298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1560900133404340298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/08/need-pick-me-up.html' title='Need a pick-me-up?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-3177269889059165735</id><published>2009-08-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:03:44.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block</title><content type='html'>There's really not much to write. We've been busy. Last weekend we went to Iowa with all the Knapp's. Pictures will come soon. In the mean time, here are some pictures of late to tie you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9lC5bM-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/_uhzca7vStA/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374902755676337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9lC5bM-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/_uhzca7vStA/s320/Summer+%2709+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful sunrise. Luke took this picture. I'm either not up at that time, or I'm still at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9ks8r9kI/AAAAAAAAAhk/YrfP7tOjXWc/s1600-h/Summer+09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374902749784438338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9ks8r9kI/AAAAAAAAAhk/YrfP7tOjXWc/s320/Summer+09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went out for lunch at Sol Azteca for Wendi's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9j4-k4KI/AAAAAAAAAhc/f-9Sj550_Mg/s1600-h/Summer+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374902735833718946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9j4-k4KI/AAAAAAAAAhc/f-9Sj550_Mg/s320/Summer+09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pictures of John...totally classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9jXxXCjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QxpNzByelXQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374902726919916082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9jXxXCjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QxpNzByelXQ/s320/Summer+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9i7UPlYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4oz1NEmYwok/s1600-h/Summer+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374902719281599874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9i7UPlYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4oz1NEmYwok/s320/Summer+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and Adalai...blurry picture, but they're such cute girls, I had to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3177269889059165735?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3177269889059165735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3177269889059165735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3177269889059165735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3177269889059165735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/08/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Spd9lC5bM-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/_uhzca7vStA/s72-c/Summer+%2709+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-8430904973354323887</id><published>2009-08-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:24:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SowmqPIgmKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/EvmNZKEUBXw/s1600-h/Florida+08+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371710962604742818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SowmqPIgmKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/EvmNZKEUBXw/s320/Florida+08+445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wendi Jo is turning 17 today, so I want to wish her a very happy birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the greatest sister ever!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-8430904973354323887?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8430904973354323887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=8430904973354323887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8430904973354323887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/8430904973354323887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SowmqPIgmKI/AAAAAAAAAhE/EvmNZKEUBXw/s72-c/Florida+08+445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6794551902401661765</id><published>2009-08-10T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:01:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It seems like it's been a very long time since I last posted something, but in reality, it was less than 2 weeks ago. A lot has happened in that period of time, including some things that have made me think and pray like I haven't in a long time. So here are the latest happenings (in no particular order) along with my thoughts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My grandma passed away late last Thursday afternoon. The news was very sad to here, but it also brought joy to my heart to hear that grandma was finally able to go be with Jesus. It will be hard not to have her around at Christmas time and have her drop by to clean out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; or wash windows, or tell us how hot it is inside the house, and have the girls over for tea parties. Grandma was always one that would tell you her opinion, whether you wanted to hear it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I may have slightly overcome my fear of needles, simply because of the fact that I had to give myself a shot, and Luke refused to do it. After some initial nausea and hyperventilation, I was able to do it.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We found out that one of our good friends, Jordon Schroeder, has cancer. And not only has cancer, but an in-curable type, and he was given 2 years to live. Please pray for Jordon, his wife Katelyn, and their 2 little girls, Jaycee (2 years) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arawen&lt;/span&gt; (7 months). Having a close friend go through something like this has seriously rocked my world. It has made me realize how quickly life can end, how this world is NOT our home, and how I really need to be thankful for each day I have. Seeing a friend who I grew up with faced with the very real possibility of being a widow with two little girls breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We drove up to Morris, MN for my cousins wedding. It was a VERY long drive...10 whole hours. I am not a good traveler. It rained most of the way there, and most of the way home. My car REALLY needs new tires, and we hydroplaned a few times...very scary. The good news is that Luke realized just how badly I do need new tires, and I will be getting them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I am back at work, after having 5 days off. I really didn't want to come in. And I really haven't done much....it's been a boring night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~There are a few pictures from the past week and a half that I will post someday when I post at home. Most of the time I forget my camera, or if I remember it, I forget to take any pictures. It's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6794551902401661765?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6794551902401661765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6794551902401661765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6794551902401661765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6794551902401661765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/08/happenings-and-thoughts.html' title='Happenings and Thoughts'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-2257951277368842460</id><published>2009-07-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:53:19.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a house lover</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say I'm a person with  many hobbies, but on of the happens to be houses. Looking at houses, dreaming about houses, painting houses, fixing them up, all that good stuff. Out of all the houses out there, I have developed a love for old farm houses, or just old houses in general. They have so much character, and original hardwood is just beautiful. I regularly look at realtor websites, drooling over houses and updating my husband on the ones I like.  :)  And then the other day, I found it....my dream house. Take a look at these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxSUoaEgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qZQM5NKjy2E/s1600-h/house+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364333928253100546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxSUoaEgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qZQM5NKjy2E/s320/house+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxSHj_9MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/eiViDv7PGME/s1600-h/house+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364333924744950978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxSHj_9MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/eiViDv7PGME/s320/house+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxR-8uzOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/NMy5PpOA4fA/s1600-h/house+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364333922432765154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxR-8uzOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/NMy5PpOA4fA/s320/house+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All finished, original hard wood, 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bathrooms, gorgeous dining room, radiators in the rooms (they add lots of charater), located on almost 2 acres with mature trees, beautiful yard, 2 outbuildings one of which is heated, and very importantly, it's located in Morton school district.  Granted, it needs some major decoration updating, but I love to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I really want this house. Luke keeps reminding me that this is NOT a good time for us to buy a house, especially one this big (aka...it's a little out of budget). I begged him to at least take me to look at the house. He said we could, but we're not buying it. (We're good for each other that way. He keeps me from running out and buying houses, and I keep him from buying trucks and motorcycles.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you updated on the house...if it's for sale for a while, I could go without eating for a couple days a week to save money. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-2257951277368842460?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2257951277368842460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=2257951277368842460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2257951277368842460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2257951277368842460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-house-lover.html' title='Confessions of a house lover'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SnHxSUoaEgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qZQM5NKjy2E/s72-c/house+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4370735516283565863</id><published>2009-07-21T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:02:34.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEqxtuVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5cPrSzDzYRc/s1600-h/Drew+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361020865145059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEqxtuVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5cPrSzDzYRc/s320/Drew+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEZRAhYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rCQuvsLPkkI/s1600-h/Drew+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361020860444476802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEZRAhYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rCQuvsLPkkI/s320/Drew+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEDq_M6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/iRltsWYd-6o/s1600-h/Drew+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361020854647862178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEDq_M6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/iRltsWYd-6o/s320/Drew+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congrats to Kevin and Jolynn, whose "little" guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drew Kendall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrived this morning at 6:11am, weighing in 10lbs 3oz and measuring 21inches long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so excited for you guys, and can't wait to meet this big boy! I'm sure he'll be a great addition to our Bible study group!&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/5710819810511306083-4370735516283565863?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4370735516283565863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4370735516283565863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4370735516283565863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4370735516283565863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmYsEqxtuVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5cPrSzDzYRc/s72-c/Drew+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7693768796950442574</id><published>2009-07-18T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:22:39.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFM1PwV-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/dNGp-MIbTIs/s1600-h/100_3270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359711487045687266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFM1PwV-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/dNGp-MIbTIs/s320/100_3270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFMqMqUzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/boi3YFt1eF0/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359711484079919922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFMqMqUzI/AAAAAAAAAf4/boi3YFt1eF0/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFMIaJsFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7abqmm4kKcM/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359711475009695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFMIaJsFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/7abqmm4kKcM/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCErfY4II/AAAAAAAAAfo/r7IssGuleTA/s1600-h/100_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359708048453066882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCErfY4II/AAAAAAAAAfo/r7IssGuleTA/s320/100_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCENtBeXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/g30n5SE9hH0/s1600-h/Kate+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359708040457189746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCENtBeXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/g30n5SE9hH0/s320/Kate+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCEL3k61I/AAAAAAAAAfY/DHiwiZCRdcU/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359708039964584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGCEL3k61I/AAAAAAAAAfY/DHiwiZCRdcU/s320/Summer+%2709+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGApPFXJoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AOA7TSyjApM/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706477459613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGApPFXJoI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AOA7TSyjApM/s320/Summer+%2709+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that and because I thought you'd enjoy this random collection of slightly amusing pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7693768796950442574?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7693768796950442574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7693768796950442574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7693768796950442574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7693768796950442574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-because-its-been-while.html' title='Just because it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SmGFM1PwV-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/dNGp-MIbTIs/s72-c/100_3270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-5608566345204631056</id><published>2009-07-06T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:09:15.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Although technically it's supposed to be "Not me Monday," it is now in the wee hours of Tuesday, so I've changed the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that did not happen this week that I thought I'd share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did not do dishes tonight for the first time since Thursday. That pile of dishes of did not include 12 cups, most of which did not have dried chocolate milk in the bottom. I have not been slightly obsessed with chocolate milk in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did not mention to my co-worker, Gwen, that I've never had anyone hemorrhage while I was working. My patient did not come very close to doing so just 3 minutes later. I did not run out of room and yell for Gwen. Not me, because I knew exactly what to do. Gwen was not slightly annoyed with my having made such a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did not go to Family Video, walk through the ENTIRE new release section, and declare that I've seen everything that's not rated R and is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt; movie. Not me, because when I stay up all night in between nights at work, I clean and do laundry and organize closets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being the new, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inexperienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nurse that I am, I did not rate myself as "very confident" when asked how confident I felt with drawing blood. I did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt; to miss the next 11 blood draws I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt;. I did not mention to Gwen that I need to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My camera batteries did not die on the only thing in the past week I've remembered to bring the camera too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I did not make it from my house to my floor in the hospital in 18 minutes. Not me, because I always follow the speed limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Once again at work: I did not get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peed&lt;/span&gt; on by some fat little newborn. I did not leave his diaper totally off and walk off to get something. He did not pee on me as soon as stepped near his crib. Nope, this did not happen to me, because I know that little boys have incredible range, and I would never leave a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diaper less&lt;/span&gt; baby in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisive&lt;/span&gt; person that I am, I did not go to Walmart, pick up and pay for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt;, bring it home, let it sit on the counter for 2 days, and then decide I wasn't going to take it. Not me, because I would never pay for something that I won't use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-5608566345204631056?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5608566345204631056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=5608566345204631056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5608566345204631056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/5608566345204631056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-me-tuesday.html' title='Not Me Tuesday'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7229647750724417947</id><published>2009-07-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:33:46.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these lazy summer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOLMr5dSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/73OcCYIzr5s/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353388167606662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOLMr5dSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/73OcCYIzr5s/s320/Summer+%2709+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend out potluck group (-2 couples and + 1 couple) headed out to Taylor to Kent and Jan Heimer's cabin. We had marvelous time, just relaxing and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOKrsgFxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/w4DFu5qexGI/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353388158750824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOKrsgFxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/w4DFu5qexGI/s320/Summer+%2709+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got there late Friday afternoon, and it was just Kenton and Heidi and us till about midnight. We did some grilling, once we finally got the grill started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOKOfjvdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Gk5S7C0-hqo/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353388150911909330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOKOfjvdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Gk5S7C0-hqo/s320/Summer+%2709+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the lakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOJ3xEwqI/AAAAAAAAAew/4dT_BXJQtZs/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353388144811360930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOJ3xEwqI/AAAAAAAAAew/4dT_BXJQtZs/s320/Summer+%2709+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, the guys did a lot of fishing, while us girls floated around on the lake from about 9:30am to 5pm. It was so hot and humid, and the lake felt amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNIIA5jgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/g1m--SFT_fI/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353387015301336578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNIIA5jgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/g1m--SFT_fI/s320/Summer+%2709+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNH64KQeI/AAAAAAAAAeg/XRknrLuuiVQ/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353387011775021538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNH64KQeI/AAAAAAAAAeg/XRknrLuuiVQ/s320/Summer+%2709+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Luke's bigger fish that he caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNHU2Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Xg-EataOU1Y/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353387001566112722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNHU2Kq9I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Xg-EataOU1Y/s320/Summer+%2709+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNHMKFFOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W8oyBhp8ZA4/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353386999233713378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksNHMKFFOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W8oyBhp8ZA4/s320/Summer+%2709+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake didn't have high hopes as far as fishing went, because he had never caught a fish in his life. Well, Saturday night before supper he finally pulled one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKwLVx1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/B9xJ9aYYBtE/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353385960930658130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKwLVx1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/B9xJ9aYYBtE/s320/Summer+%2709+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys, overseeing the fish fry and chicken grilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKtDr2TI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VIoZoKKi91Q/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353385960093243698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKtDr2TI/AAAAAAAAAeA/VIoZoKKi91Q/s320/Summer+%2709+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKTIRfzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/F_GcpN9t4H4/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353385953133166386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMKTIRfzI/AAAAAAAAAd4/F_GcpN9t4H4/s320/Summer+%2709+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMJ08uIwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UF5Qqmz-ryo/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353385945031648002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMJ08uIwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UF5Qqmz-ryo/s320/Summer+%2709+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cabin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMJgncifI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hjNDh9g7870/s1600-h/Summer+%2709+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353385939573705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksMJgncifI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hjNDh9g7870/s320/Summer+%2709+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us on Sunday morning before church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(except for Joe and Lindsey, who opted to drive the 30 minutes home in order to sleep in their own bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for Kenton and Heidi who organized everything and got it all together! We had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7229647750724417947?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7229647750724417947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7229647750724417947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7229647750724417947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7229647750724417947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-lazy-summer-days.html' title='these lazy summer days'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SksOLMr5dSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/73OcCYIzr5s/s72-c/Summer+%2709+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-103150682850064792</id><published>2009-06-22T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:02:12.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....</title><content type='html'>To the love of my life! He's turning __ today! I love you so much, and hope your day will be a fantastic one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the other hand, it's 3:53am, I'm at work, and I'm going to die of boredom and exhaustion. Unless Anita freezes me to death first. Pretty sure it's 62 degrees right now. I've got on my scrubs, a jacket I stole from labor, am wrapped in 2 warm blankets, and am sipping hot chocolate that's sadly almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left leg is feeling warm and tingly. Maybe I have a blood clot from sitting here all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only slept 12 out of the past 69 hours. I am SOOO excited to crawl into bed in about 4 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a labor patient at the desk in the middle of a contraction and she's yelling. Poor lady's got a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to say. Someday when I post at home I'll post pictures of our trip to Chicago and Father's day. Until then, ya'll have good sleeps. I'm so jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-103150682850064792?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/103150682850064792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=103150682850064792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/103150682850064792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/103150682850064792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday....'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-4624235172391257972</id><published>2009-06-10T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:11:47.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I may have to re-think the whole wanting kids thing</title><content type='html'>Because I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad to leave those babies behind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that the night was terrible, but it was crazy. Way too many babies born and the ones who were already born screamed....all night...not joking. Anyone notice that it was a full moon last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the preemie baby I was taking care of kept having apnea episodes and turning blue. 17 times in 8 hours. He must have thought I needed something else to do. Scared me to death every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suctioned all 4 c-section babies born yesterday. Just lined them all up, stuck tubes down their throats, and sucked up all the mucus, amniotic fluid, old blood, and other nasty stuff out of their bellies and airway. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I spent 1 hour and 10 minutes on the phone with "Brian" from pharmacy trying to convince him that I did too have a Dr's order for nasal spray,  and yes, I faxed the order AND put it in the computer, and then tried to help him figure where in the world the order was disappearing to (black space somewhere, I suppose). I then proceded to spend 20 minutes on the phone with Dr. N who couldn't exactly understand why he needed to re-order the nasal spray. Poor guy. It's rough being woken up 3:15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, I had brought a really good book to work so I could read it. I never even got to sit down, much less read my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4624235172391257972?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4624235172391257972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4624235172391257972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4624235172391257972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4624235172391257972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-may-have-to-re-think-whole-wanting.html' title='So I may have to re-think the whole wanting kids thing'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4324249064951785305</id><published>2009-06-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:37:20.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At work...again</title><content type='html'>They've tried to call me off two nights in a row for low census, but if I'm going to be up all night anyway, I figure I might as well get paid while I awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends have no appeal to me anymore, because I sleep right through them. And every evening is pretty much the same, no matter what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sitting here, getting ready to start watching youtube videos. Rikki is playing some game. Last night Lindsey and I watch youtube videos all night. I feel kinda bad, but what else am I supposed to do? Stare at Rikki the whole night? There is seriously nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought about putting a picture of a placenta up here, but you'd prbably all gross out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4324249064951785305?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4324249064951785305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4324249064951785305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4324249064951785305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4324249064951785305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-workagain.html' title='At work...again'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7804413347532058990</id><published>2009-06-05T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:15:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These pictures WILL upload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT1Cf-_qI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3pceWKOie2A/s1600-h/Spring+09+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105709753532066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT1Cf-_qI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3pceWKOie2A/s320/Spring+09+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when they do, it will be picture overload. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, these go back to memorial day weekend, when our whole potluck group was re-united at Jeff and Janel's. We were supposed to go canoeing, but we got rained out. So we just hung out, talked, played games, and watched Max, who will charm you in the next picture.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT02SLRmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RGJpZR5epM0/s1600-h/Spring+09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105706474391138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT02SLRmI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RGJpZR5epM0/s320/Spring+09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we move onto Adam's graduation open house. It makes me feel a little old that my little brother is out of high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT0fHFT6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/QBvBeEf8U1E/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105700253847458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT0fHFT6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/QBvBeEf8U1E/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendra, Wendi, and Jamie hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT0IYNe4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aIXBtTWR3Xk/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105694151670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT0IYNe4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/aIXBtTWR3Xk/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of kids on the swing set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioTz9M_ItI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kM_okxvAV2s/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344105691151803090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioTz9M_ItI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kM_okxvAV2s/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in the sand box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKxeMNLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/59KMXCQO1jA/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103884116473010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKxeMNLI/AAAAAAAAAc0/59KMXCQO1jA/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The spread of awesome food that my mom made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKnLeHyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NaGZPuKYozI/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103881353600802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKnLeHyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NaGZPuKYozI/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Aunt Lily, and Lori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKBAP1DI/AAAAAAAAAck/va33VoLKzAw/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103871105979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSKBAP1DI/AAAAAAAAAck/va33VoLKzAw/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSJ1trCHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DJZB6xFjKYo/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103868075280498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSJ1trCHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DJZB6xFjKYo/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The graduate himself. Trust me, he was thrilled to have this picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSJporHII/AAAAAAAAAcU/o8izLGWaCps/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344103864833088642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioSJporHII/AAAAAAAAAcU/o8izLGWaCps/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wendi, me, and Kendra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all liked out our shirts looked so cool together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ7hHttkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/N1ur1t-Glok/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344102522517567042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ7hHttkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/N1ur1t-Glok/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The teacher and school president.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(also known as mom and dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ7WB9FoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4m1eEmWmsFk/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344102519540618882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ7WB9FoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4m1eEmWmsFk/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole family. I had to include this one, because Wendi looks hilarious. I have no idea what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6_Xi8QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/edEAiu0KJlc/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344102513457164546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6_Xi8QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/edEAiu0KJlc/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A good family picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6pUrj3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/PsekOHfDV1E/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344102507539566450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6pUrj3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/PsekOHfDV1E/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6cw13SI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FjYIN83yQZc/s1600-h/Adam%27s+graduation+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344102504168021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioQ6cw13SI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FjYIN83yQZc/s320/Adam%27s+graduation+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a typical picture of Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-ptZBSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1wuX61zMlHY/s1600-h/Garden+Making+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343962938385958178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-ptZBSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1wuX61zMlHY/s320/Garden+Making+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And know we move on to my garden. These are in backwards order, and my garden actually looks very different now, because there are plants!! Anyway, this is my garden all planted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-X8bMUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qfhi06cm6mo/s1600-h/Garden+Making+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343962933617176898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-X8bMUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qfhi06cm6mo/s320/Garden+Making+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naptime for the garden tiller. He really did work very hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-Cn2WAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GuqoKuGNvgQ/s1600-h/Garden+Making+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343962927893731330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR-Cn2WAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GuqoKuGNvgQ/s320/Garden+Making+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to till up the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR9x-VQoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xzu8yILxqxk/s1600-h/Garden+Making+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343962923424629378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SimR9x-VQoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xzu8yILxqxk/s320/Garden+Making+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "before" picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, those are all the pictures I've got for know. Thanks to Katie who gave me a tip on how to get blogger to upload all these pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7804413347532058990?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7804413347532058990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7804413347532058990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7804413347532058990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7804413347532058990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-pictures-will-upload.html' title='These pictures WILL upload'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SioT1Cf-_qI/AAAAAAAAAdc/3pceWKOie2A/s72-c/Spring+09+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7577213891472680610</id><published>2009-06-01T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:59:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures coming soon</title><content type='html'>As I sit at the nurses station, I can look through room 514, out the window, and see that it's starting to get light outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more I want right now than to fall into bed. A warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working with 3 menopausal women who are all having hot flashes at the same time. It's seriously -10 degrees in here. I love blanket warmers. Someday I'm going to put one in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really bored. There's only 4 patients on the whole floor. Other than giving regular doses of pain meds to one of my patients (pretty sure she's snowed right now), I haven't done much all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, really really tired, and bored. Only 2 more hours. I've planned two vacations I'm not going on, and looked at a whole bunch of houses I'll never buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my brother Adam's graduation party. It makes me feel really old to think that my little brother has graduated high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of the party and my garden someday, whenever blogger decides to let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'd like to share with the conversation I had with one of my patients tonight (or this morning...I get so confused).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I'm Heidi and I'm going to be your nurse tonight. (writing my name and that I'm here until 7:30am on the board).&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Is it time for my pain meds yet? I hurt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Let me check and see...(logining in to computer, looking up meds)&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Are you my new nurse?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, and my name is Heidi...ok, it looks like it's going to be about 45 minutes until you can have anymore pain meds (thinking that it should be a lot longer...you're kinda loopy).&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Ok...can I have the same stuff I had last time? Janet Jackson said it's good stuff. I don't know what she's up to these days, but I know her feet sure are swollen! Those people downstairs sure are mean! They won't let anyone come up to give me gifts. (duh lady, it's 1am!) Are you the one I talk to about pain meds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the night has gone. Once she got more meds, she actually slept for 2 1/2 straight hours. It was very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7577213891472680610?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7577213891472680610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7577213891472680610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7577213891472680610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7577213891472680610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-coming-soon.html' title='Pictures coming soon'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3575222303951185581</id><published>2009-05-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:19:53.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a garden!!</title><content type='html'>It's being a little neglected due to my sleeping most of the day, but things are popping out of the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd show you pictures, but blogger is being uncooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the transition to nights is going...it's not terrible, but it's not exactly great either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for work at 10:30pm, work from 11pm-8am, and then crash (and I do mean crash) into bed about 8:30am, sleep until about 3 (the latest I've been able to sleep), get up, do some stuff until about 5, sleep until about 7, and then get up, eat dinner, try to clean up the house, and then head back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that's a run-on sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm hoping will change is the whole eating thing. My stomach doesn't really tolerate food at 3am. So by the time I get off work and it's been 12 hours since I last ate, I'm really hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3575222303951185581?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3575222303951185581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3575222303951185581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3575222303951185581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3575222303951185581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-garden.html' title='I have a garden!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6683986159554073502</id><published>2009-05-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:39:08.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must...stay...awake...</title><content type='html'>Well folks, it's my first night of staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:30 and I'm dying here.&lt;br /&gt;Those first couple times of working all night are going to be rough.&lt;br /&gt;Really rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have until Tuesday night to totally switch up my days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to stay up increasingly later each night, until I've finally stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will (hopefully) occur on Monday night, and then I can sleep all day Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I've only stayed up all night once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only am I exhausted right now (I did get up at 5:30 to go to work) but I'm totally bored. I plan on finishing this post, watching a movie, and then collapsing into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should put me to bed about 2:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night's goal is 4:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Monday night's goal 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there is a total night owl, I probably wouldn't turn down late night (or early morning) company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6683986159554073502?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6683986159554073502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6683986159554073502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6683986159554073502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6683986159554073502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/muststayawake.html' title='must...stay...awake...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-4241348559448102938</id><published>2009-05-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:52:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a good laugh</title><content type='html'>You know how some people have these hilarious stories, the ones that make you laugh so hard that you almost pee your pants?&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are my favorite blog posts to read.&lt;br /&gt;I blog-stalk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everytime I'm bored or I'm procrastinating doing something.&lt;br /&gt;I just jump from blog to blog, reading about people I have no clue who they are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of a nosey person, so I like doing things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once in a while, I come across some post that I just cry while reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//jkschroeder.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-me-monday.html"&gt;Katelyn's post&lt;/a&gt; had me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;I called to her tell her. (just a side note, I do know Katelyn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//michellesblog6.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaeya-saves-day.html"&gt;Michelle's post&lt;/a&gt; also made me laugh really hard.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I have no idea who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//sarahflyingkites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt; has proven to be pretty entertaining on multiple occasions.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope some of these posts can make you laugh as hard as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4241348559448102938?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4241348559448102938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4241348559448102938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4241348559448102938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4241348559448102938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-laugh.html' title='a good laugh'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-3301956648600206011</id><published>2009-05-16T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:30:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg67dkf8JwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_HXAZRAyMys/s1600-h/Bob+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336408725168858882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg67dkf8JwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_HXAZRAyMys/s320/Bob+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...I'm a little behing here. Bob and Jenny got married on April 26. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a beautiful wedding. I loved Jenny's dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my dress too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now she is living in Tremont, I will never see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all know how far away that is....way too long to drive. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg67dWJ_2aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/l4RshZoiSy4/s1600-h/Bob+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336408721318730146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg67dWJ_2aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/l4RshZoiSy4/s320/Bob+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had awesome decorations at the reception, all inspired by Jenny herself.&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't figure out what these are, they are test tube racks filled with flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg668Wt_jwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEzLGIOuG9s/s1600-h/Spring+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336408154534022914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg668Wt_jwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lEzLGIOuG9s/s320/Spring+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That Thursday we headed down to U of I with a group of people to hear James White debate Dan Barker on the existence of God. Traever was pretty pumped about the whole experience. As much as I was sceptical about the whole thing, it was very interesting. James totally dominated. And here is Traever with James White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66gfYSiLI/AAAAAAAAAao/JbieUvNV6Ms/s1600-h/Spring+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336407675822573746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66gfYSiLI/AAAAAAAAAao/JbieUvNV6Ms/s320/Spring+09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Saturdays ago, Elise and I had a garage sale at her house.&lt;br /&gt;She made a killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made like $15.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We did have a fun day hanging out together, and even managed to get a little sunburnt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66gMknUaI/AAAAAAAAAag/Q-DwTcftTWM/s1600-h/Spring+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336407670773993890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66gMknUaI/AAAAAAAAAag/Q-DwTcftTWM/s320/Spring+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66fyNTnSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PFfyWuISqio/s1600-h/Spring+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336407663696911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg66fyNTnSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PFfyWuISqio/s320/Spring+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I've been typical me since then, there are no pictures of mother's day, or my brother's birthday. I wish I remembered my camera more often.&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/5710819810511306083-3301956648600206011?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3301956648600206011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3301956648600206011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3301956648600206011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3301956648600206011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/happenings-of-late.html' title='Happenings of late'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sg67dkf8JwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_HXAZRAyMys/s72-c/Bob+and+Jenny%27s+wedding+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7159737442269146431</id><published>2009-05-13T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:03:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pardon the dust...</title><content type='html'>I'm not as computer savy as I thought and I'm having a few issues. Hopefully we'll be back in shape soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7159737442269146431?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7159737442269146431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7159737442269146431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7159737442269146431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7159737442269146431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-pardon-dust.html' title='Please pardon the dust...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-3854971084355515836</id><published>2009-05-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:58:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down, 2 to go</title><content type='html'>I'm refering to days I have to work. I feel like it's my 10th day. Supposedly storms make people go into labor. There were 8 babies born between 8am and noon. Crazy. Of course I got the baby who needed oxygen. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...and yesterday, I drew blood 2 times, and I started my first IV on a newborn!! I also helped with a lumbar puncture, which was kinda scary. And sadly, it was all on the same baby. So to all you pregnant people out there, don't have a fever when you go into labor!! The nurses will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transplanted a bunch of flowers I planted last year, and I'm pretty sure I killed them in the process. That makes me very sad. It's also been too wet to till a spot for my garden, so I might not be able to have one this year. That also makes me sad, because I had plans for a really big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much all the interesting (?) news I have for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-3854971084355515836?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3854971084355515836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3854971084355515836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3854971084355515836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3854971084355515836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-down-2-to-go.html' title='2 down, 2 to go'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-6065361032374498834</id><published>2009-05-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:20:43.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for clarification:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. The story I posted about last time did &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; happen to me. It was just a random story that got emailed to me. (although as I set everyone straight on this topic, please note that while this didn't happen to me, it is something that very well could occur. I'm blessed like that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. I didn't fall off the face of the earth. Yes, no post for almost 3 weeks may &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt; like ages, but we're still trying to figure out the whole work full time/make dinner/do laundry/keep the house clean thing...give us time (and by us, I mean me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. My house looks the way it does because of the working/dinner/laundry/cleaning thing. And no, it hasn't been cleaned in a while (a very &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;while). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. I someday do want a perfectly healthy normal baby, not a sick pre-term one. I would just be &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt; if the perfectly healthy normal baby weighed about 4 pounds. (for some reason, I've fallen in love with the teeny tiny babies I take care of at work, and I would like one for myself, as long it has no IV's, feeding tubes, or cardiac monitors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6065361032374498834?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6065361032374498834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6065361032374498834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6065361032374498834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6065361032374498834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-for-clarification.html' title='Just for clarification:'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4609816912204031913</id><published>2009-04-22T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:43:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously lacking in anything interesting to say. Pretty much everything I've said in the past 3 weeks still stands true. I read this story the other day, and thought I'd share, as I just cracked up (you may not think this is funny at all...I tend to laugh really hard at things when I get home from work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Beans - One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way homefrom work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released ALL the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly,"'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight!" He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage!!! Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my handsback on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused, ''Happy Birthday!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4609816912204031913?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4609816912204031913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4609816912204031913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4609816912204031913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4609816912204031913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/04/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-2436860205343523897</id><published>2009-04-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:50:47.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYbmAXemuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uksPN6Oumbc/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973949159643874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYbmAXemuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uksPN6Oumbc/s320/Christmas+Pictures+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so patient, loving, and kind. He continually encourages me to spend more with God, to not be lazy, and to go grow personally. He also has a great ability to bring situations back to God, remembering that He is soverign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa5AGsIHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0I2tzlUASs0/s1600-h/Knapp%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973175995113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa5AGsIHI/AAAAAAAAAZo/0I2tzlUASs0/s320/Knapp%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My families...both of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so blessed to be born in a Christian family, with parents who love and care for me no matter how my life turns out. I'm so thankful for my siblings. Without them, life would have been so boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thankful for the welcoming I've recieved from the Knapp family. I couldn't ask for better in-laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa49YRN2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/d3vfeQiWyEY/s1600-h/Florida+08+509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973175263541090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa49YRN2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/d3vfeQiWyEY/s320/Florida+08+509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa4o1mN7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ODRD8JhPJ70/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324973169749407666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYa4o1mN7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ODRD8JhPJ70/s320/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a wonderful time when I can sit down and read God's word. I so enjoy those quiet mornings at home when there is nothing else pressing to be done, I can just sit and bask in God's overpowering love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzRMQ62I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FoVvir7qQpA/s1600-h/heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971977991056226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzRMQ62I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FoVvir7qQpA/s320/heat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heat and warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a chronically cold person, being warm rates pretty high. Warm clothes, a warm house, blankets, and space heaters are such wonderful things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzMX0EbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OU6henVgZCQ/s1600-h/floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971976697319858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzMX0EbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OU6henVgZCQ/s320/floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A clean kitchen floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my biggest petpeeves is a crumby floor. Therefore, having a non-crumby floor makes me thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzNl92OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rm0OcYlReWg/s1600-h/job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971977025116386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZzNl92OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rm0OcYlReWg/s320/job.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has blessed me with a job that I absolutly love! All those years of school, and the stess of boards are over with, and I am now able to look back and see God's hand in all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZy0_oR8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/HDN_Ok3jv-g/s1600-h/peanut+butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324971970421868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYZy0_oR8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/HDN_Ok3jv-g/s320/peanut+butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every bite is pure deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-2436860205343523897?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2436860205343523897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=2436860205343523897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2436860205343523897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/2436860205343523897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SeYbmAXemuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uksPN6Oumbc/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1336297668530583795</id><published>2009-04-07T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:15:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Round our house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There's not much new. Expect that Luke is sick. He's really sick. Like sick enough that he didn't go into work till 11:30 this morning. Really, really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really sick&lt;/span&gt;. I keep taking is temperature, but my thermometer (that I just got at Walmart) keeps reading 97.2. I'm thinking the $3 ones probably don't work too well. He's on his 2nd dose of Nyquil since 5:30 tonight, and sleeping like a baby. Or like someone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;totally drugged&lt;/span&gt;. These nursing skills sure do come in handy.  :)   (and I'm just kidding!! I didn't drug or overdose my husband on Nyquil!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Other than that, nothing else is new. I'm still working, Luke's still working, the house is still a mess, the laundry still needs to be done, and dinner hasn't been cooked in a few days. Smore's cereal with chocolate milk was dinner last night for me, and Luke had Burger King. Yes, I know, we are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;a healthy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1336297668530583795?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1336297668530583795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1336297668530583795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1336297668530583795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1336297668530583795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/04/round-our-house.html' title='&apos;Round our house...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1840459798928637222</id><published>2009-04-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:15:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adalai Aever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SdlW9Wtuu8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ANPpF2q3j4/s1600-h/on++scale+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321380046784347074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SdlW9Wtuu8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ANPpF2q3j4/s200/on++scale+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SdlW8ld-zII/AAAAAAAAAYg/9y-Nz-35f2k/s1600-h/Adalai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321380033564953730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SdlW8ld-zII/AAAAAAAAAYg/9y-Nz-35f2k/s200/Adalai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a while since I posted. And during that time, my cousins Traever and Andrea had a baby! A little girl, Adalai Aever, as you can see from the title. She's pretty sweet. Thanks to proud Grandma Guingrich who emailed me pictures for the sole purpose of putting them on my blog.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1840459798928637222?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1840459798928637222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1840459798928637222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1840459798928637222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1840459798928637222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/04/adalai-aever.html' title='Adalai Aever'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SdlW9Wtuu8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0ANPpF2q3j4/s72-c/on++scale+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-7015829912405846474</id><published>2009-03-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:37:30.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking in post material</title><content type='html'>Work is going wonderfully. I love my job. And when I come home, my hands and my clothes smell like a newborn. I love it.  :)  And yes, I have been accused of being baby crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my title says it all. And since this is the case, I will share two stories with my readers that will probably make you think I'm a total idiot, or ditz, or something. But seriously, my family, husband and I would like to know how I get myself into these messes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was about 16 or so when the first mess occured. Plucking my eyebrows has never been something I particularly enjoy doing, and I won't spend the money to have someone else shape them nicely for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I prettty much never notice eyebrows (so if mine really need some work next time you see me, I probably just haven't paid much attention to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I happened to be at Walmart one day and see these "do-it-yourself eyebrow waxing strips." Sounded easy enough to me, so I bought some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the next time I noticed my eyebrows were turning into a uni-brow (spelling?). It was a Saturday night, and I thought I'd give them a try. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the hair off. They were worked wonderfully. Hurt like all get-out, but they worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I got woke up and headed to the bathroom, only to discover just how well those strips had worked. Not only had they taken my eyebrow hair off, they'd also taken off some of the skin, and I was graced with huge scabs and swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made me go to church too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Said it was good for my pride, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that didn't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few more years and into my married life. I've been a nail bitter ever since I can remember, and it drives my husband nuts! I've tried almost every trick in the book to get myself to stop, but nothing really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the motivation of having nice nails for my wedding failed. I bit them way down during lecture just 3 days prior to the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for nice nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had another brilliant (really stupid) idea!! I'd use fake nails for about a week or so, and then I'd have longer nails, and they'd look so nice that I wouldn't want to bite them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Walmart (again...seriously, I need to just get what I need and get out of there) and picked out my stuff. I took it home, eager to try out my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting them on went fine, but they looked really fake, and really bad, so I decided to take them off. I soon realized that the only finger nail polish remover I had was the non-acetone stuff. And the instructions said to soak the nail in acetone fingernail polish remover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glue eventually loosened on my nail, but because my nails are so short, some of the glue had gotten on the skin above my nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was NOT coming off. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Luke wailing about what was I going to do! Surprisingly, he didn't have any ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I called my trusty friend Elise, who really didn't have any ideas either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to call anyone else, because I felt the need to preserve just a little bit of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fake nail eventually did come off, only after being pried at with a toothpick, and taking some skin off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*   I keep thinking that someday I'll grow out of getting into these messes. But I'll probably be getting into them right along with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-7015829912405846474?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7015829912405846474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=7015829912405846474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7015829912405846474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/7015829912405846474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/lacking-in-post-material.html' title='Lacking in post material'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1525890678445241859</id><published>2009-03-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:01:03.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quick things</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day on the floor with patients. I guess it went good...I didn't kill or permanently harm anyone! 2 big things to share-one really cool, and the other really weird, but also cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was signing off on some Dr's order, and I got to sign my name: H Knapp RN. That made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to give medications. After pulling them, I took them to my preceptor and asked her to check them. She gave me a really weird look and then said "honey, you're a nurse now, you don't get your meds checked!" During nursing school, it was a HUGE thing to get your meds checked by either your instructor or your preceptor. You pulled your meds really early, and then stood in line waiting for the teacher to look and make sure you had the right med, right dose, right time, right patient. Anyway, it was a little scary to give medications without anyone making sure I was doing it right. Scary, weird, and very cool.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 9pm and since I have to get up at 5:15am, I'm going to head to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1525890678445241859?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1525890678445241859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1525890678445241859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1525890678445241859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1525890678445241859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-quick-things.html' title='A few quick things'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1930889654970184775</id><published>2009-03-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:38:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caffeine, sleep, and too little movement</title><content type='html'>I started work on Monday morning. And I now love caffeine. I've gotten way too little sleep. And I feel like I've sat in a chair for 4 days straight (oh wait, I have!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning (just the 3rd morning of work) I commented to Luke that this working thing was for the birds. He seemed to think there was a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll get better. Once I'm not in orientation re-learning everything I learned in 4 years of college, and I can get out on the floor, I'll be ok. Minus the 7am-3pm hours. I think I might love night shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-1930889654970184775?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1930889654970184775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1930889654970184775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1930889654970184775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1930889654970184775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/caffeine-sleep-and-too-little-movement.html' title='caffeine, sleep, and too little movement'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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-5710819810511306083.post-6620568245180226013</id><published>2009-03-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:40:12.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sbg9WQ2p5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qoaoY84hLL8/s1600-h/Praying_on_the_Pot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063213174121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sbg9WQ2p5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qoaoY84hLL8/s320/Praying_on_the_Pot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is my niece, Naomi. And this is her praying on the pot. I thought it was just darling, and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-6620568245180226013?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6620568245180226013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6620568245180226013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6620568245180226013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6620568245180226013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/darlingness.html' title='Darlingness'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sbg9WQ2p5VI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qoaoY84hLL8/s72-c/Praying_on_the_Pot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-4833713885497908768</id><published>2009-03-10T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:44:04.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I had lots of them for the day. I figured after about 3 months of being at home, I should probably get myself in gear and actually do something. Anyway, I was going to run errands, paint the kitchen trim (which has needed painting since August) and the hallway wall (a certain painter missed a couple spots...shall remain nameless, but she knows who she is!). I was going to fix a healthy dinner since we ate out all weekend, and make at least 3 meals to put in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of it is getting done now. Luke woke me up this morning about 7am to tell me that there was water all over the basement and that he would be running the wet/dry vac. At this point, I rolled over and asked "do you need me to come help?" sincerely hoping he would be ok on his own. But I got a "yeah, that'd be nice" in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all the water would be over by where we have everything stored. And it's coming up through the floor. Seriously, if you've never seen water ooze through a concrete floor, you should come over. It's pretty weird to see. Our sump pump and floor drains are working over time, and I'm SOO thankful that they're just working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to stick around the house to wait for the sewer guy to come so the sewer doesn't decide to back up into the house, and I can't run any water. That puts a damper on running errands, painting, and making food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the most pressing question right now is what to do when I have to pee. There's no flushing the toilet, and I'm afraid that if I keep adding to bowl, that it'll clog (but then again, I'm pretty good at taking care of that problem...seems to happen often).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-4833713885497908768?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4833713885497908768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=4833713885497908768' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4833713885497908768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/4833713885497908768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-1877431296356262831</id><published>2009-03-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:21:08.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fines</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sa_ceIGZkCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8M53DNPby40/s1600-h/Library_Books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sa_ceIGZkCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8M53DNPby40/s320/Library_Books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704895821615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Library fines that is...my family is kind of known for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;When we were little, we weren't the kind of family that went to the library and each kid got like 3 books. Oh no, each kid got like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20 books&lt;/span&gt;. And this is no exaggeration! We had a "library basket" that I'm pretty sure was a laundry basket. Not one of those huge ones, but those smaller square ones. We always had so many books that my mom would keep the list that the library prints out for you, and we'd &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;check them off &lt;/span&gt;one by one, to make sure we had them all. There was that many of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, we'd pack up and head to library, were all of us would spend an hour or so picking out the multitude of books we wanted to take home. We'd get them home, and promptly devour as many possible in one sitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now you'd think with being able to have library books for 3 weeks, that we could have gotten them all read in time. Most of the time we did, or came pretty close to it, but then there was the matter of getting them back on time. That seemed to be a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; problem&lt;/span&gt; for the family. Even if most of the books got returned on time, there was so many books at our house that it wasn't uncommon to lose one or two (or leave them out in the rain...Adam and Wendi). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I can recall checking out books for myself at the library only to find a nearly $30 fine on my card! Yeah, and those fines are only like 5 cents a day per book. I'm pretty sure my family single handedly supported the local libraries with our fines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, the point of this whole story is that I seem to have my mother's tendency to forget to take library books back. You'd think it wouldn't be a problem. I mean, it's just me at home, and I've been sitting at home for weeks not really doing anything. Nonetheless, I returned my library books (all 10 of them) about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 weeks late&lt;/span&gt;. With no other excuse than that I forgot about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm blaming it on my upbringing. &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/5710819810511306083-1877431296356262831?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1877431296356262831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=1877431296356262831' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1877431296356262831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/1877431296356262831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/03/fines.html' title='Fines'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/Sa_ceIGZkCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8M53DNPby40/s72-c/Library_Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-105951300015086821</id><published>2009-02-26T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:01:09.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sorts</title><content type='html'>It probably has something to do with the fact that I ate pretty the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; bag of kettle corn right before going to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it's gloomy outside today, and I really don't want to leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I went back to bed after Luke left and proceeded to sleep till 11am, throwing my entire day and all my plans off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I looked out the window this morning (after I finally really did get up) and noticed the trash barrels were missing. I went out in my pj's to search for them. Found them in two opposite fields, with the lid to one down way far. I never did find the other one, until I got back to the garage and realized it was safely there. If there's one thing I very much dislike doing it's anything to do with the trash. No idea why, I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, there are full length Jane Austin movies on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;, and I've been taking advantage of that fact. You can watch both &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O8vVqUlaaM"&gt;Emma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isjVt6uUVqA"&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/a&gt; in 9 minute segments. Why I don't just go rent them, I don't know. It's makes so much more sense that sitting in the front of the computer watching them on this 3x5 inch thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a cookie and 7 pringles for breakfast. My kids are just going to love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5710819810511306083-105951300015086821?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/105951300015086821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=105951300015086821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/105951300015086821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/105951300015086821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-sorts.html' title='Out of Sorts'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-6484853354449575091</id><published>2009-02-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:46:41.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;There's nothing like homemade bread, cinnamon rolls, etc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well, last Wednesday when I was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://mortonbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elise's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; (for no other reason than that we were both bored at home) we started looking through cookbooks and finding all these bread recipes that looked amazing, so we decided to makes Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;bread day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;We whipped up 2 loaves of bread, 4 1/2 dozen dinner rolls, and 4 dozen cinnamon rolls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://wendijo92.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; came over to show us how she makes her amazing cinnamon rolls. And we soon found out that while they were a lot of work, they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQgJcgwp5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/BEXNPo8qSqo/s1600-h/bread+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQgJcgwp5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/BEXNPo8qSqo/s320/bread+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306401607593797522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ready to start the cinnamon rolls!&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQgJXwCpoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uycuIBvjLG4/s1600-h/bread+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQgJXwCpoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uycuIBvjLG4/s320/bread+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306401606315714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Bread and dinner roll dough raising in the oven. &lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDMPUmrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/adaEnrY5rfs/s1600-h/bread+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDMPUmrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/adaEnrY5rfs/s320/bread+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400400634845874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ready to raise&lt;/span&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDApNHtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5sdbXu1osQI/s1600-h/bread+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDApNHtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5sdbXu1osQI/s320/bread+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400397522181842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cutting with dental floss. Yes, it really does work!&lt;/span&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDGkdAUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Rr7L0JscC7k/s1600-h/bread+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfDGkdAUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Rr7L0JscC7k/s320/bread+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400399112864066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dinner rolls raising&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfC4OlE3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/d-guBPSKkT0/s1600-h/bread+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQfC4OlE3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/d-guBPSKkT0/s320/bread+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306400395263021938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The finished product!! YUM!&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/5710819810511306083-6484853354449575091?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6484853354449575091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=6484853354449575091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6484853354449575091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/6484853354449575091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/02/bread-day.html' title='Bread Day'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SaQgJcgwp5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/BEXNPo8qSqo/s72-c/bread+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5710819810511306083.post-3409705855618631426</id><published>2009-02-20T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:57:32.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Laundry Soap</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cR6SnpnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fkA9QujCuR4/s1600-h/Soap+Making+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cR6SnpnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fkA9QujCuR4/s320/Soap+Making+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304989980096439922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ingredients: 1 bar of shredded soap (the less scented, the better)&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cRqGWMsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3x4B0mk5WRQ/s1600-h/Soap+Making+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cRqGWMsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3x4B0mk5WRQ/s320/Soap+Making+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304989975749997250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;3/4 Cup Baking Soda (or washing soda, if you're able to find it)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup Borax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cRebth8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/NqlRQEv5hFo/s1600-h/Soap+Making+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cRebth8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/NqlRQEv5hFo/s320/Soap+Making+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304989972618381250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2 Tablespoons Glycerin &lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cREOooDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-WBBUbjot6Y/s1600-h/Soap+Making+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cREOooDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-WBBUbjot6Y/s320/Soap+Making+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304989965584212018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Put shredded bar soap in a small pot and add enough water to cover. Melt the soap and then add to the baking soda/borax/glycerin in a big bucket. Add 2 1/2 gallons of hot water, and stir. &lt;/span&gt;&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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cQyYzf_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/QhWFuAIXuvM/s1600-h/Soap+Making+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cQyYzf_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/QhWFuAIXuvM/s320/Soap+Making+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304989960795029490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Put the soap in milk jugs with lids. Use 1/2 cup for a medium load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;(We only had 2 milk jugs, so we used yogurt containers too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So this all started when Paul heard on the radio about a lady with a bunch of kids who made her own laundry soap and how cheap it was. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://mortonbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt; Elise &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and I decided to whip up a batch on Tuesday. It was really easy, and cost only $1.67 for 2 1/2 gallons of the stuff. I did all my laundry with it on Tuesday afternoon, and declared it a success! We put it in milk jugs, which I think works the best, because you have to shake it before using it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5710819810511306083-3409705855618631426?l=hknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3409705855618631426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5710819810511306083&amp;postID=3409705855618631426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3409705855618631426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5710819810511306083/posts/default/3409705855618631426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hknapp.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-laundry-soap.html' title='Making Laundry Soap'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03258117539839848682</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/_6-Uc3PJTd_c/SZ8cR6SnpnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fkA9QujCuR4/s72-c/Soap+Making+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
