<?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-4452262671844860150</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:39:00.588-07:00</updated><category term='We&apos;re Back'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='cutest moment'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Zach'/><category term='election day 2008'/><category term='Cassidy'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Summer 2008'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Gymnastics'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Stacy'/><title type='text'>The Six Hats</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-214580112144294968</id><published>2010-03-08T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:48:08.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction!</title><content type='html'>Please...Come back!  Hello everyone!  I know it's been an awfully long time since we've been on this page.  Life took over and it has seemed that we haven't had a lot of extra time for doing things like blogging.  Now we are in Colorado and some aspects of our lives have slowed down quite a bit.  I don't have updated pictures yet, I promise to work on them.  So don't be shy, and please stop by often to see what's going on at the Hatfield home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-214580112144294968?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/214580112144294968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=214580112144294968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/214580112144294968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/214580112144294968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-1807760053173678945</id><published>2009-01-28T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:14:20.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>the latest and greatest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDarErnnCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YS_ayJc23V8/s1600-h/NOV2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDarErnnCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YS_ayJc23V8/s320/NOV2008+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473595313626146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDarOlMqQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Aew0IX-CInA/s1600-h/NOV2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDarOlMqQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Aew0IX-CInA/s320/NOV2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473597971048706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDaqX8IJQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NZPd8VHjnXc/s1600-h/NOV2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDaqX8IJQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NZPd8VHjnXc/s320/NOV2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473583303271682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdf_x4-iI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DfpXdish5Cs/s1600-h/PICT0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdf_x4-iI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DfpXdish5Cs/s320/PICT0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476703554075170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdfuG537I/AAAAAAAAAU0/syXrXHekAbw/s1600-h/Zach+%26+Book_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdfuG537I/AAAAAAAAAU0/syXrXHekAbw/s320/Zach+%26+Book_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476698810376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdfSfCD5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vqiJO8rsfCg/s1600-h/PICT0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDdfSfCD5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/vqiJO8rsfCg/s320/PICT0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476691395383186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDde9ALblI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xbcw76kGv8I/s1600-h/PICT0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDde9ALblI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xbcw76kGv8I/s320/PICT0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296476685628829266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDg0Kf2m8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/D1RM3cVRJkg/s1600-h/JAN+09+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDg0Kf2m8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/D1RM3cVRJkg/s320/JAN+09+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480348563479490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzqJXAaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/h05qjQhnNSE/s1600-h/JAN+09+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzqJXAaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/h05qjQhnNSE/s320/JAN+09+186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480339879199138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzFrANHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kN6rg7-vS28/s1600-h/JAN+09+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzFrANHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kN6rg7-vS28/s320/JAN+09+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480330088199282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzDZzieI/AAAAAAAAAVM/W5USPN2G6q0/s1600-h/JAN+09+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgzDZzieI/AAAAAAAAAVM/W5USPN2G6q0/s320/JAN+09+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480329479195106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgy0vedFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fJb_8DtT5wQ/s1600-h/JAN+09+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDgy0vedFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fJb_8DtT5wQ/s320/JAN+09+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296480325543556178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should pretty much catch us up on the pics. They are not edited so I apologize for any weird red-eyes or glares you see.  I tried to put them in a semi-chronological order, however blogspot is not cooperating with me right now, so check out the dates at the bottom and you will know when the pic was taken. Other than having a lot of bad luck with things breaking &lt;em&gt;(such as the back window of the Titan as seen in the pic)&lt;/em&gt; and having another bad breakout of the stomach flu, nothing new is going on in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tired of plunging our toilets because our outside vents keep icing over, and we are soooooooooo very ready to go to Hawaii!!!! Santa brought us a Wii for Christmas which was great, until it broke. Whether it was an electronic malfunction or a Zachary malfunction is still up for debate, but I think it was Zach. So now we have to send that out for repair, along with the rear window of the Titan which shattered during one of our -50 degree cold spells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach has been so sick this last week that Mike is in Fairbanks with him today having him checked out by the pediatrician. He was diagnosed with dual ear infections and the stomach flu last Friday. As of yesterday he still had severe diarrhea and some vomiting. This morning before they left, Zach looked much better and hadn't had diarrhea since last night. After talking to Mike a little while ago, I found out that Zach didn't even have an ear infection and that all of his symptoms were caused by the stomach virus. The Doc gave him a shot of some anti-nausea medication that should help him keep down foods. Mike took him to McDonalds for some playtime and said he was doing well and having a great time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this winter hasn't been too enjoyable, except for a couple of weeks ago when it got up 50 degrees! Talk about a heat wave! We're back in the negatives now though and I guess, where Alaska is concerned, all is right with the world...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1807760053173678945?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1807760053173678945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1807760053173678945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1807760053173678945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1807760053173678945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-and-greatest.html' title='the latest and greatest...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SYDarErnnCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YS_ayJc23V8/s72-c/NOV2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-1471371687869551805</id><published>2008-11-23T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:59:39.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Moving on...and Other Things...</title><content type='html'>Just so you don't get too excited right away, no I don't have any new pictures yet.  I've been lazy &lt;em&gt;(to be perfectly honest)&lt;/em&gt; and have yet to download the latest pics, however, I will get them done soon because I took a really cute one of Ethan today in his undies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that this would be a good time to do a little blogging to let you all know that I've gotten over my election day blues.  I'm moving on now, and hoping that the rest of the country will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're probably wondering what's going on in the crazy Hatfield homestead...Well, a lot actually.  Always, A LOT!  Cassy and Madi are homeschooled now &lt;em&gt;(as you already &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;know)&lt;/em&gt; and I am teaching pre-school &lt;em&gt;(also repeat info.).  &lt;/em&gt;Mike just returned from a trip to D.C. &lt;em&gt;(hah! betcha didn't know that!)  &lt;/em&gt;And I'm getting ready to go to Fairbanks for a weekend of shopping and merryment with my ladies &lt;em&gt;(party;)  &lt;/em&gt;Cassidy now needs braces and that's going to cost a pretty penny.  Madison is just enjoying school and is flying through her curriculum.  Ethan is finally, almost completely potty trained &lt;em&gt;(not at night yet), &lt;/em&gt;and Zach has two new hobbies...book reading a.k.a read-to-me-books, and screaming at an octive that would make the deafest dog howl.  We are trying to rid him of the latter.  Other than that, there's not much else to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been steadily cold here, hanging out between -10 and 10 above.  Yesterday, the wind blew all of the snow from our neighbor's yard into ours, and I actually had to use the backdoor to leave the house so that people could get in through our front door which was stuck behind three feet of snow.  We have a regular old Mount McKinley accumulating right under Cassidy's bedroom window.  Winter has been hard for us this year.  Even the kids seem to be down in spirits compared to last year.  Alaska's summer was a short one this year.  Fall lasted longer, but the winter came on hard and fast, and we've had a lot more snow this year than we've had since we moved here.  We're doing our best to get them out and about.  We take them to the gym, or the indoor playground.  We go to the MWR functions and whatever else we can think of to get them off of the couch.  We are planning a trip to Hawaii in spring of '09 and that's really helping them to have something exciting to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close, I just want to send out &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/strong&gt;wishes to my Grandfather, Fred Bell (Nov. 4th), my sister Robin (Nov. 6th), my mother-in-law Barb (Nov. 19th), and my Grandmother Jane Bell (Dec. 11th).  &lt;em&gt;You didn't get cards and I'm sorry, but we didn't forget about you all.  We love you and hope that you had or will have a wonderful birthday this year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I just want to ask for prayers for some friends of our family...For the Browers and their baby boy Timothy, &lt;em&gt;may God keep his little heart safe until the doctor's can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;do their part&lt;/em&gt;...For Brooke's husband, &lt;em&gt;may God continue to heal your ailments that you can enjoy this holiday season with your family&lt;/em&gt;...And for the Smith family, &lt;em&gt;may the Lord bless you and keep you, bringing you peace in this hour of sorrow and know that Dick is in a place where he will no longer suffer earthly heartache.  A-Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1471371687869551805?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1471371687869551805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1471371687869551805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1471371687869551805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1471371687869551805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-onand-other-things.html' title='Moving on...and Other Things...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-761678278293712909</id><published>2008-11-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:12:18.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election day 2008'/><title type='text'>Confessions of an Alaskan Mom/Voter</title><content type='html'>I talked to my children all day about how important today was.  I told them that today was a very important day in American History.  I told them that it was very important for their father and I to vote, and that one day they will need to vote too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put my warm coat on, my hat, my gloves, and my snow boots.  Next, I had the kids, all four, put on their hats, gloves, and snow boots.  After that mission was accomplished, we all departed our warm, cozy home to face the 10degree weather and two-feet of snow, to load up in the truck and drive to the polls.  The children all patiently, and some sleepily, waited for me to go inside and cast my vote.  When I returned to the truck, I described what it was like and how easy it was.  I also told them that I am glad that I did it and I am proud to be one of the many Americans who would help decide who the next President of our nation will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving home, unloading everyone back into the 10degree weather and two-feet of snow, we returned to our nice, warm home and settled in to watch the election results.  The kids enjoyed it almost as much as I, asking every so often, "Who's winning now?"  Then something happened that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really, really &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the California results were televised, and before the Alaskan polls were closed, the next President of the United States, Barack Obama was announced!  Now, I realize that by this point it was no surprise that Obama was going to win the election, and most certainly not California however, isn't that a little like announcing the winner of a football game during the 3rd quarter just because the leading team is ahead by twenty points?  Most announcers wouldn't do that because it's rude.  After all, it truly is the &lt;em&gt;"Principal of the Thing".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that when the final tally comes in, my vote will be there.  But tonight, when history was made, my vote was still sitting in Alaska because the people here weren't even done voting yet.  Did my vote &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; count?  Should I tell my kids one day to stay in the lower 48, preferrably the eastern part of the United States because &lt;em&gt;"The time zone thing really puts a downer on elections and New Year's!"&lt;/em&gt;  Of course, now I'm thinking that returning to &lt;strong&gt;Ohio&lt;/strong&gt; one day is much more important than I ever thought!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to all of you Americans that voted today, whether it was in a swing state, eastern, central, mountain, pacific, or Alaskan time, be glad you did.  Especially if you got an "I Voted Today" sticker.  The little old lady at my election center that was passing them out forgot to give me one:(  &lt;em&gt;Maybe I should have taken that as a sign...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-761678278293712909?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/761678278293712909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=761678278293712909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/761678278293712909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/761678278293712909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/11/confessions-of-alaskan-momvoter.html' title='Confessions of an Alaskan Mom/Voter'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-2885031260219458095</id><published>2008-11-02T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:37:56.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2008'/><title type='text'>WE HAVE NOT BEEN EATEN BY BEARS...</title><content type='html'>YES...we are still alive and well here in Alaska.  After a full and busy summer, we returned home (via airplane, not car) and jumped right into a very hectic school-year.  I am now teaching pre-school out of a friend's home, and we are now home-schooling Madison and Cassidy.  I'll give you the long version sometime if you'd like to know.  On top of that, I still have one toddler and one pre-schooler to manage.  Sounds crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed blogging and having the opportunity to share my life with everyone.  Not that my life is that interesting, but it's a great outlet for me:)  I did find out that my fan base is larger than I thought!  Many of my readers came out of the "blog-lurker's closet" when I was in Ohio for the summer.  I'm so glad that so many of our friends and family have enjoyed checking in on us.  Maybe this year you could leave a "hello" or two, also?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the time to share with all of you how much fun we had this summer and all of the wonderful things we did, but sadly :( I don't.  So I will just end this post by saying, If we saw you while we were in Ohio and West Virginia, we're soooo glad we did, because we've missed you.  If we didn't get the chance to see you, then we are still sad and regretful, because we really, really wanted to and just ran out of time :(  You all know who you are!  Love you XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of Ben, Liz, Christian, Jacob, Chloe, and Robin's visit to Alaska last May.  We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Robin, Liz, and me standing in front of the Mountains in Seward, Alaska.  Beautiful view isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5gsodv9fI/AAAAAAAAANs/OMSxp3Igtfc/s1600-h/the+sisters_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5gsodv9fI/AAAAAAAAANs/OMSxp3Igtfc/s320/the+sisters_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251334335395314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of Ben and Mike violating Exit Glacier in Seward, AK.  Soooo sorry, Mister Park Ranger!  Next time they will have adult supervision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5h_uMZP6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PADCoUixTj4/s1600-h/violated+iceburg_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5h_uMZP6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/PADCoUixTj4/s320/violated+iceburg_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252761802358690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, here's the Bells' seven grandchildren and great-grandchildren having a great time at the Wildlife Conservation Center just outside of Anchorage.  We really miss those nephews and that niece of ours! Love you little guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5h_4gME6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lPhb8pzZmI0/s1600-h/the+seven+grandkids_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5h_4gME6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lPhb8pzZmI0/s320/the+seven+grandkids_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252764569736098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-2885031260219458095?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/2885031260219458095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=2885031260219458095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2885031260219458095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2885031260219458095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-not-been-eaten-by-bears.html' title='WE HAVE NOT BEEN EATEN BY BEARS...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SQ5gsodv9fI/AAAAAAAAANs/OMSxp3Igtfc/s72-c/the+sisters_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-2060695597035508240</id><published>2008-05-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:37:55.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>the last first birthday...</title><content type='html'>On March 28th Zachary turned one.  Our little surprise, the one we had never imagined, has arrived and grown, and now he is already one year old.  For his birthday, we celebrated with friends and tried to make it as much fun for him as we could, though the larger part of the celebration was for us.  A bittersweet reminder that we have decided to begin the next chapter of parenthood and stop with the child-bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better turn out.  And thanks to my friends who helped me pull it off without a hitch.  Kathi Jurva helped me make "Pupcakes" for all of the kids.  They were soooooooo stinkin' cute! Exactly what I had imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a brief synopsis of Zach's special day and how the events evolved from one to another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Andrea handed Zach his very own specially made (by Momma of coarse:) cake.  He's not sure what to do with it at first, but with a little encouragement, this turned into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWUaZ4sVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dxuOWbPSOYk/s1600-h/Zach%27s+Cake_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWUaZ4sVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dxuOWbPSOYk/s320/Zach%27s+Cake_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489660066378066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.  A cute little chocolate covered boy!  Then this became...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWU6Z4sWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pRtfhhhO6IA/s1600-h/Finished+Cake_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWU6Z4sWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pRtfhhhO6IA/s320/Finished+Cake_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489668656312674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This!  Fun in the tub!  But what fun is a bath without a buddy?  So, the solo tub became the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVKZ4sXI/AAAAAAAAANA/POczoMF6jzU/s1600-h/Birthday+Bath_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVKZ4sXI/AAAAAAAAANA/POczoMF6jzU/s320/Birthday+Bath_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489672951279986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double tub.  You just can't keep toddler boys away from the water!  It's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVaZ4sYI/AAAAAAAAANI/J8MIfze-qCk/s1600-h/Ethan+%26+Zach+Bath_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVaZ4sYI/AAAAAAAAANI/J8MIfze-qCk/s320/Ethan+%26+Zach+Bath_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489677246247298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the playfully perfect pupcakes!  We got the idea from the March issue of Family Circle magazine.  Look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVaZ4sZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2SFN-85kadc/s1600-h/Pupcakes_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWVaZ4sZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2SFN-85kadc/s320/Pupcakes_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195489677246247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we have ended another first year of life, a note to "Baby Zach" as he's called 'round these parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we moved to Alaska, we never ever thought that our first year here would be marked by the arrival of such a loving, sweet, and adorable baby boy.  It hasn't always been easy taking care of you and your big brother at the same time, but your seemingly abundant patience has made many very long days, a lot more bearable.  When you smile at us, your bright blue eyes twinkle, and somehow we know that everything is going to be okay.  We thought there was no more room in our world for someone new, but you have proved us all wrong.  Now we know our lives are complete because God has sent you to us.  This last, first year of life for us, has been a rollercoaster, but you...sweet, sweet baby boy...you have made it one of the best.  I wish that you would always stay small and let me kiss your chubby cheeks, while you throw your head back and giggle with delight.  Oh, how I wish you could stay small and not grow big like your sisters and brother before you have done.  You will never know how much you have captured the heart of every member of this family...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-2060695597035508240?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/2060695597035508240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=2060695597035508240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2060695597035508240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2060695597035508240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-first-birthday.html' title='the last first birthday...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBoWUaZ4sVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dxuOWbPSOYk/s72-c/Zach%27s+Cake_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-6193707164625869262</id><published>2008-04-28T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:14:44.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;re Back'/><title type='text'>sooooo, sorry....</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad, bad, blogger!  I am sooooo sorry that it has been over a month since my last post.  Although, nobody has been commenting, so I wonder "is anybody out there?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have been crazy insane.  We came back from vacation and immediately jumped into Easter, and then Zachary's first birthday.  After that it was April and I had to get going to the gym.  I am doing the Golden Nugget triathelon on May 18th in Anchorage and I need all of the help I can get!  This will be my first triathelon (not a full, but what is called a sprint.  I'm learning as I go...)  And I am going to be teaching pre-school in the fall as well as homeschooling Madison, so I had to work really hard to catch up on my Montessori 3-6 course that I am taking.  I had work due on the 17th, which I had to extend to the 25th, but "WHEW!" I finally got it all done and now I can b-r-e-a-t-h-e, or at least catch my breath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for a minute, though, because in less than two weeks Ben, Liz, Christian, Jacob, Chloe, and Robin are all coming here to visit!  Yippee!  Then, we all fly back to Ohio together on the 22nd of May.  The kids and I will be there for a couple of months until Mike does the big cross-country road trip to pick us up and then we all do the road trip with our new pop-up back to Alaska for another year of snow and darkness.  At least we will have the daylight and warm weather when we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a lot of catching up to do on my household chores.  I think I lost Zach in the laundry room the other day because the pile of clothes was so deep.  I guess I'm not supermom after all.  It turns out that when I have to do schoolwork, I really don't get a lot of other things done, except taking care of the boys' needs.  Who would have thought?  Anyway, it's really late, but this week is a sort of down week for me so I PROMISE to catch you up with some fun photos!  If you stop by, please leave a note so that I know you were here.  The blog was getting kind of lonely without any comments from my regular remarkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBWHKqZ4sUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ps70m2gmQ6Q/s1600-h/PICT0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBWHKqZ4sUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ps70m2gmQ6Q/s320/PICT0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194206362493038914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...this is what happens when you get really, really busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-6193707164625869262?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/6193707164625869262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=6193707164625869262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/6193707164625869262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/6193707164625869262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/04/sooooo-sorry.html' title='sooooo, sorry....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/SBWHKqZ4sUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ps70m2gmQ6Q/s72-c/PICT0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-239087983450945101</id><published>2008-03-24T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:23:28.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation Pics</title><content type='html'>I realize that I promised some vacation photos and had yet to fulfill my promise.  So, here they are!  There are many more, but I'm going to let Mike tell you about snowmobiling in Seward with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first pic is of a bald eagle Madi spotted perched outside of the SeaLife center in Seward.  It was the closest we've come to one since our arrival here almost two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKJBAityI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NkTj9BCuKkE/s1600-h/Bald+Eagle_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKJBAityI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NkTj9BCuKkE/s320/Bald+Eagle_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402521295566626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture taken by Mike of the Seward Harbor, as seen from one of the mountains he went snowmobiling on.  It was sunrise when he took this photo.  Beautiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKJxAitzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g2cOGw18upM/s1600-h/Beautiful+View_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKJxAitzI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/g2cOGw18upM/s320/Beautiful+View_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402534180468530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken by Mike at the SeaLife center.  Who's entertaining who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKKBAit0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5BZK6xcBd6E/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKKBAit0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5BZK6xcBd6E/s320/PICT0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402538475435842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last photo is of Madison blowing a huge bubble at the Imaginarium in Anchorage.  They had a great time there, but it's nothing like COSI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKKhAit1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/2sogYjU1eiY/s1600-h/PICT0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKKhAit1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/2sogYjU1eiY/s320/PICT0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181402547065370450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still doing pottytraining with Ethan and this is "training week".  Hopefully by the end of this week, other than having a severe case of cabin fever, Ethan will be completely day trained and we will start with the night training.  Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-239087983450945101?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/239087983450945101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=239087983450945101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/239087983450945101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/239087983450945101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation-pics.html' title='Vacation Pics'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R-gKJBAityI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NkTj9BCuKkE/s72-c/Bald+Eagle_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-5488715796959016241</id><published>2008-03-04T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:41:00.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>vacation, potty progress, and pretty kitty</title><content type='html'>If you were wondering what happened to us, we have been very busy. Last Sunday we left with the Jurva family for spring break. We went to Anchorage and then on to Seward. It was a lot of fun and very exhausting, though I'm not sure why...we did a lot of relaxing! Anyway, lots of great pics will be coming soon so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan has been doing such a good job with this potty training! I am very proud of him. It seems like every time I work with him, he progresses even more. &lt;strong&gt;Love It&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R93zdyLjLKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1ILqL5gPkYc/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R93zdyLjLKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1ILqL5gPkYc/s320/PICT0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178562839557909666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I get that &lt;em&gt;to go&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently adopted a stray cat. She was found outside of our house a couple of weeks ago, and the girls refused to come inside until I agreed to take her in and find her a home. Madison called her &lt;em&gt;Frostbite&lt;/em&gt;.  Little did I know that the home she would be going to would be ours. No one else could take her, so after a clean bill of health from the vet, Mike and I agreed that she could stay. She has been tolerating Raven and visa versa. The kids just love her. We let the girls name her, and after much deliberation and a lot of disagreements, they finally agreed on the name &lt;em&gt;Mimzy&lt;/em&gt;. Welcome to the family Mims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R93zdiLjLJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eHLdWOp7FD0/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R93zdiLjLJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/eHLdWOp7FD0/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178562835262942354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-5488715796959016241?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/5488715796959016241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=5488715796959016241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5488715796959016241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5488715796959016241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation-potty-progress-and-pretty.html' title='vacation, potty progress, and pretty kitty'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R93zdyLjLKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/1ILqL5gPkYc/s72-c/PICT0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-5727213486581003478</id><published>2008-03-03T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:51:21.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><title type='text'>Mommy Mondays Buddy Post:  Potty Training</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here it goes. My friend Erin Cobb has started a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy Mondays &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;post and the current topic is potty training. Since we are smack-dab in the middle of training Ethan right now, I thought it would be good for me to share my ups and downs with all of you. Please check out the Cobb's blog under our "&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Family Blogs&lt;/strong&gt;" in the right hand column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no genius when it comes to potty training kids. I am training my third child now and I still feel like I'm doing it for the first time. I have learned that all children potty train differently and in their own time. That said, I also believe there is a short window of time in which potty training your child will be the easiest. If you start too soon or begin too late you will only make it more difficult for you and your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is the right time?&lt;/em&gt; I don't have an exact answer only to say to trust your instincts and follow your child's readiness cues. If they aren't even talking about the potty and still don't understand what to do in it, then it's too soon. If they are asking for new diapers so they can mess in them, they are probably ready. If they are getting ready to go to Kindergarten and they are wearing pull-ups off and on, you've probably waited too long (unless there's a medical reason) and you need to push a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think motivation is key. It really doesn't bother a child who has been wearing diapers throughout their short little life to continue wearing them, so what's in it for them? You really have to think like this and try to put yourself in your child's shoes. What motivates one child won't motivate another. Some kids love sweet treats, others love presents. Some love stickers, others love videos. What is your child's favorite special activity? If you can't decide, then maybe you need to incorporate them all, changing the "&lt;em&gt;Potty Surprise&lt;/em&gt;" every time they use the potty. Reward jars are great for the kids who will respect the jar and not try to sneak things out of it. That would never work for my son, Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter hated to be wet. After doing the &lt;em&gt;sometimes pottying sometimes not &lt;/em&gt;thing for a while, I finally committed to big girl undies and started it out for a few hours each day. Every day I added more time in the big girl undies, less time in the pull-ups. After a few wet accidents, she decided that she was always going to use the potty. She night trained at the same time, only because she slept all night in big girl underwear (oops! Thought we put a pull-up on her!) and stayed dry. After that, it was a breeze. Big lesson from her was, always, always, bring a change of clothes with you when you go out. Had a couple of #1 accidents in Wal-Mart that first year. It started to look like she was just trying to get new clothes out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second daughter was much, much different. She could care less if she wet her underwear. I tried everything I could think of to make it fun for her, but she was still having a lot of accidents. Finally, I bought a new kind of cookie and brought them home. I declared, "&lt;em&gt;Everyone who pee-pees in the potty today gets a cookie&lt;/em&gt;!" Madi said, "&lt;em&gt;I want a cookie&lt;/em&gt;!" I told she had to go in the potty and she told me "NO!" About an hour later, after Daddy, Cassy, and Mommy had all had their cookies she ran to the bathroom, sat on the potty, did her business and said, "&lt;em&gt;Can I have a cookie now&lt;/em&gt;?" After that we didn't have anymore problems. It took a little longer to night-train her, but once we cut back the drinks in the evenings, she was soon out of pull-ups all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ethan my most difficult task was getting him over the hump of actually using the potty for the first time. He would sit on it, but not go. He finally did (check out my 02/28/08 post) and now we are at that place where he really just needs continual motivation to keep it going. It's hard when you're involved in other things, but I'm doing my best. I will keep you all posted! I have to say, though, things with Ethan started a lot like Sarah Cobb's experience, I introduced it early on and he refused. Then the other day I just had this feeling that we could do it this time, so I asked him if he wanted to try and much to my surprise he said "YES!" He finally went and now we are on our way. Still a long way to go, but we finally left "START":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-5727213486581003478?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/5727213486581003478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=5727213486581003478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5727213486581003478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5727213486581003478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommy-mondays-buddy-post-potty-training.html' title='Mommy Mondays Buddy Post:  Potty Training'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-8357528175100971759</id><published>2008-02-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:15:39.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><title type='text'>Potties, Pirates, and Naked Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>Looking at the title of this post you're probably thinking, "&lt;em&gt;What the heck&lt;/em&gt;?"  Well, I don't blame you, so let me explain.  Today was the first time &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; that Ethan peed and poo-ed in the potty.  YEAH!  For those of you reading who don't have children yet, you probably don't totally get the excitement you feel as a parent when your child finally does his/her business in the potty.  It's pure elation!  And yes, it's elation over poo.  So, so, sad.  Trully.  Anyway, that was pretty much the highlight of my day.  I cleaned up poo and I was happy about it.  Do you think it's time for me to start looking for work outside of the home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Ethan finally &lt;em&gt;went&lt;/em&gt; which was like driving over a really big speedbump in the potty training department.  We still have a lot more work to do, but the fear is gone now.  He has just discovered that I wasn't lying.  The potty really &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; bite your booty off when you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his first time on the potty celebration, I gave him a little ice cream in the middle of the day, which is unusual for us (despite my ice cream fetish).  This particular moment also qualifies for the cutest moment of the day because he was completely nude while eating it (so funny).  It was just easier to let him run around the house in his birthday suit while we did the PT thing.  Later he went a second time (whoo-hoo!!) and Daddy brought him home a pirate play set.  He played with that new toy for about three hours stopping only for one piece of pizza before passing out for the night.  Tomorrow morning we will be back at it again.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy received the Good Citizen award from the elementary school this semester, and the only child in fifth grade to receive one.  She has also been chosen for Student of the Month for March.  Way to go, Kid!  We're proud of you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*You should have seen her face when she told me.  You could tell she was proud of herself, but she tried very hard to suck in her smile, and act like it was no big deal.  Please!  I was the queen of acting!  Who does she think she's dealing with?:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-8357528175100971759?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/8357528175100971759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=8357528175100971759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/8357528175100971759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/8357528175100971759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/potties-pirates-and-naked-ice-cream.html' title='Potties, Pirates, and Naked Ice Cream'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-3780638158833786943</id><published>2008-02-26T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:50:26.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest moment'/><title type='text'>cutest moment of the day...</title><content type='html'>Okay. So I realize I have been like super blogger woman or something today, but I absolutely &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to do a quick post about this. Mike and I had talked before about doing a cutest moment of the day. With four kids hanging around there is always something super cute happening, so I figure why not? Anyway, the moment that inspired me today actually came from Madison. We were doing her spelling homework for this evening which was an assignment for the both of us. My job was to write down the sentences that she was to dictate to me using one spelling word in each sentence. Things were going very well, Madi used her spelling words appropriately, "&lt;em&gt;I see a big bug&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;Bug&lt;/strong&gt; being the spelling word. I'm sure you get the picture. We kept going like that until number five or so. She had not read the word aloud before she used it in the sentence, so I wasn't sure which one was the spelling word. "&lt;em&gt;I want to fly and tap dance&lt;/em&gt;." she declared. I giggled. "&lt;em&gt;What are you laughing at Mom&lt;/em&gt;?" she asked. "&lt;em&gt;Madi, I was just wondering which of those words is your spelling word&lt;/em&gt;?", with a sentence like that I thought it must be fly or tap. "It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Mom!" I laughed out loud and told her she had made up a great sentence. She couldn't figure out why I couldn't stop smiling while I continued writing the rest of her sentences. I almost wet myself when she proclaimed her last sentence, "&lt;em&gt;I wish I was a princess with a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;monkey&lt;/em&gt;." The spelling word...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nine hours at home with four children under the age of five, I really, really, really, needed that laugh! I love your imagination little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-3780638158833786943?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/3780638158833786943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=3780638158833786943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3780638158833786943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3780638158833786943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/cutest-moment-of-day.html' title='cutest moment of the day...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-4628406804743826298</id><published>2008-02-26T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:01:12.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach'/><title type='text'>Zachy's naptime</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day while looking through old photos, that I had not taken any pictures of Zachary in his crib.  This is something that I have always done at least once, with every child.  Yesterday was busy, but since I had the camera out anyway, I decided to take some pictures of Zach before he laid down for his nap.  As you will see, he had a lot of fun posing for me.  I think most of the pictures are self-explanitory.  I have to tell you that Mike and I call him "Pretty Boy" because his features are so flawless.  I know amazing that he came from the two of us, huh?  He just has these gorgeous blue eyes, creamy smooth complection, red pouty lips, curly, strawberry-blonde locks, and pinchably chubby cheeks.  He's going to be a heartbreaker.  He already melts mine:)  By the way, thanks go out to Erin Cobb, I got the idea for the mirror pic from you!  I just wish &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; had taken it.  It would have turned out way better, but I worked with what I had.  That's all you can do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add that even after the excitement of the photo shoot, Zach still laid down with his bottle and fell asleep when I finally turned off the lights and turned on his music.  What a great baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3d-26XlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ETk9EM4lg_M/s1600-h/Let+me+out!_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3d-26XlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ETk9EM4lg_M/s400/Let+me+out!_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389629101399634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3e-26XmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2wMF7jgyjGI/s1600-h/surly+boy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3e-26XmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2wMF7jgyjGI/s400/surly+boy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389646281268834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3fO26XnI/AAAAAAAAALY/zlBxG1Y0fhE/s1600-h/Happy+boy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3fO26XnI/AAAAAAAAALY/zlBxG1Y0fhE/s400/Happy+boy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389650576236146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3fe26XoI/AAAAAAAAALg/QlxUI3xGfSw/s1600-h/pretty+boy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3fe26XoI/AAAAAAAAALg/QlxUI3xGfSw/s400/pretty+boy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389654871203458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3gO26XpI/AAAAAAAAALo/M7VAhFGv6Oc/s1600-h/Little+mirror+boy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3gO26XpI/AAAAAAAAALo/M7VAhFGv6Oc/s400/Little+mirror+boy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171389667756105362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I cut off half of his head while trying to get his reflection in the (very dirty) mirror.  I just love the way he touched it with his little hand, though and his reflection turned out pretty good.  I guess you could call this &lt;em&gt;Mommy Art&lt;/em&gt;...You know, the kind of art only a mother could love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4628406804743826298?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4628406804743826298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4628406804743826298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4628406804743826298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4628406804743826298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/zachys-naptime.html' title='Zachy&apos;s naptime'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8R3d-26XlI/AAAAAAAAALI/ETk9EM4lg_M/s72-c/Let+me+out!_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-4670944054694299499</id><published>2008-02-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:02:22.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan's playdate</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ethan felt like a very special boy.  He was able to have two of his best friends over to play all day long!  Their names are Jake-4yrs., and Ashley 2-1/2yrs. and they are brother and sister.  The kids played well together and there were no meltdowns which is always a plus when you have toddlers and pre-schoolers together all day long.  All in all it was a great day.  We will get to see them again today, too:)  Check out the cute pics below from the playdate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8RcpO26XkI/AAAAAAAAALA/wApaQzSSfdk/s1600-h/Jake,+Ash,+%26+Ethan_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8RcpO26XkI/AAAAAAAAALA/wApaQzSSfdk/s400/Jake,+Ash,+%26+Ethan_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171360135560977986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started a little slow.  There was some sliding and checking out the toys in the basement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcj-26XgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9wfy3Tfpg9U/s1600-h/playful+three_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcj-26XgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9wfy3Tfpg9U/s400/playful+three_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171360045366664706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved into the TV area where &lt;strong&gt;Go Diego Go&lt;/strong&gt;was on.  A favorite of all three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcku26XhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zNkxXp7ru3g/s1600-h/boyz+will+be+boyz_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcku26XhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zNkxXp7ru3g/s400/boyz+will+be+boyz_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171360058251566610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys left Ashley alone for a while to go play with some very &lt;em&gt;growl-y&lt;/em&gt; animals...&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcme26XiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0iguhX8ww8Q/s1600-h/Ashley+doin%27+her+thing_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8Rcme26XiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0iguhX8ww8Q/s400/Ashley+doin%27+her+thing_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171360088316337698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley didn't mind though, she was doing her own thing which happens to be the &lt;em&gt;princess&lt;/em&gt; thing!  She loves playing with Madi's Disney Princess cash register.  &lt;em&gt;How much are those glass slippers, Ashley?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8RcnO26XjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p-b_vTI9n98/s1600-h/sleepy+jake_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8RcnO26XjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/p-b_vTI9n98/s400/sleepy+jake_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171360101201239602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with some quiet time.  Jake fell asleep on the couch while the terrible two &lt;em&gt;(who are only four days apart in age)&lt;/em&gt; played with the big girls downstairs.  What a fun day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4670944054694299499?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4670944054694299499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4670944054694299499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4670944054694299499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4670944054694299499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/ethans-playdate-and-zachys-naptime.html' title='Ethan&apos;s playdate'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8RcpO26XkI/AAAAAAAAALA/wApaQzSSfdk/s72-c/Jake,+Ash,+%26+Ethan_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-7722247271402001321</id><published>2008-02-23T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:16:59.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2008'/><title type='text'>By the Grace of God...</title><content type='html'>I have been saved.  I accepted Christ as my Savior a long time ago, but that's not what I am talking about now.  I am referring to my last post about flying to Ohio with four kids.  I had some trouble finding a flight that could configure seating for one adult with four children under the age of 12.  I thought that I was going to have to pay a lot more money just to find a flight that could take us.  Then, I had an idea.  I thought if my youngest sister Robin could fly out and visit, I could buy her a return ticket home and she could fly with me and the kids.  Between me and my mother we were able to work it out and now I have purchased airline tickets for the flight that I really wanted in the first place and I have another adult with me to help manage the kids.  Thank you Lord for answering my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8ELQ-26XfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6E-xzXSArlA/s1600-h/Aug+AK+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8ELQ-26XfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6E-xzXSArlA/s400/Aug+AK+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170426233577168370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture taken on Ethan's second birthday.  I had forgotten all about it.  We were on our way home from celebrating with him in Fairbanks when God painted him this beautiful gift.  How do you top a birthday present like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-7722247271402001321?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/7722247271402001321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=7722247271402001321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7722247271402001321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7722247271402001321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-grace-of-god.html' title='By the Grace of God...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R8ELQ-26XfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6E-xzXSArlA/s72-c/Aug+AK+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-7744966126416751555</id><published>2008-02-22T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:27:02.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer 2008'/><title type='text'>What am I getting myself into?</title><content type='html'>Well, in a couple of minutes it will be official. I am about to go online and buy four airline tickets. One for me and each of the kids. Zach will be a lap baby. We are going to fly home (Ohio) May 22nd, arriving the 23rd. Am I nuts? Flying alone with four children? I must really love you guys, because I am doing it again! At least this time I will have Cassidy with me to help. Ugh! I hate the thought of going through security with all of these kids. Breaking down the stroller, taking off your shoes and theirs, no belts, no liquids, etc. the list just keeps on going. If you have never flown with children (at least not since 9/11) my advice to you is to BE PREPARED! Bring as little as possible, keep it simple, and a little Benedryl never hurt any child:) Actually, I can honestly say I have never had to give my kids anything to make them sleepy on the plane. The droning of the engines is enough to put them to sleep and they have all been great fliers thus far. I do give the babies Tylenol just in case the popping hurts their ears, but that was only after the pediatrician recommended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be home from 5/23 to sometime in July. Mike will stay here in Alaska, and take leave in July to drive all the way to Ohio to pick us up, with our new pop-up camper (thanks mom and dad), and we will all take the big cross-country tour of the U.S. and Canada until we arrive home in Alaska. What a big, busy, crazy, memorable summer this will turn out to be! I can't wait to see everyone again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-7744966126416751555?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/7744966126416751555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=7744966126416751555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7744966126416751555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7744966126416751555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-am-i-getting-myself-into.html' title='What am I getting myself into?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-789000868285020269</id><published>2008-02-19T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:12:54.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stacy'/><title type='text'>things you didn't know...</title><content type='html'>Today I feel compelled to share some things about myself that you may not have known.  Some of this is new stuff, some of it has always been a part of me.  Either way I hope you enjoy reading this post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I recently cut and dyed my hair.  The blonde is gone.  Why? I couldn't stand finding food from the boys' hands in my hair anymore, and I felt like I needed a drastic change.  I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I eat icing when I am craving sweets but can't find any chocolate or ice cream.  It's very, very bad for you, but it usually only takes a teaspoon to stop the craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have started writing songs.  Lyrics mostly, but I am working on the music part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am taking a Montessori Pre-school course to become a certified Montessori Pre-school teacher this fall.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to cook, but I absolutely abhor doing the dishes.  Really, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Even though Zach is almost a year old now, I still count all of my children to make sure that I really do have four kids.  I know, as if someone &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; left a child at my house or I &lt;em&gt;dreamed&lt;/em&gt; about Zach's birth and it wasn't real... I'm working on this one.  Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; helping other moms.  I don't mind watching their kids, bringing them food, getting stuff from the store for them, whatever.  Helping other moms gives me a sense of joy because I know how much it means to me (has meant) when I receive that extra help.  I just want to make someone else feel that happiness (and relief) too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I get teary-eyed every time I see or hear something about soldiers overseas.  Whether they are serving, have served, or have fallen.  My heart goes out to their families.  It's a very emotional subject for me.  See!  I've got tears in my eyes just typing about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I asked Zachary not to grow up.  I know, what a silly request.  By the way, eventhough he can't talk yet, I'm pretty sure he told me "NO".  As a matter of fact, he's been very busy trying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; grow up.  Oh well...at least I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I can be a very moody person.  Because of that I was a jerk to my husband the day after Valentine's Day, &lt;em&gt;which was supposed to be our night out&lt;/em&gt;, cancelled the evening, and pouted about...nothing...?  I did apologize the next day, but I still feel really bad for acting like such an idiot and for ruining his night as well as mine.  I don't even have a good excuse!  &lt;em&gt;Again...I'm really sorry about that night, Michael!  I love you and thank you for the Valentine's gift.  It was perfect!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't think of anything else to tell you about myself, I will include some pictures of Zach since he was not in the last post, and a pic of my new 'do (not a very good one though, sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttae26XZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c64k3sMYnYs/s1600-h/happy+Zach_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttae26XZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c64k3sMYnYs/s320/happy+Zach_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168845299065183634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Zach because it shows how happy he always is.  He wasn't even looking at anyone in this picture!  He was just trying to crawl away from the camera and thought it was funny.  Plus, you just gotta love that hair:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttau26XaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tQTAXeTY1Yo/s1600-h/Zach+under+table_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttau26XaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tQTAXeTY1Yo/s320/Zach+under+table_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168845303360150946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Zach playing under the dining table.  Not my favorite place for him to play, but he loves it there! &lt;em&gt;Notice the crazy hair again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttbe26XbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/t59CcdJDzos/s1600-h/mommy%27s+new+hair_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttbe26XbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/t59CcdJDzos/s320/mommy%27s+new+hair_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168845316245052850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me with my new style.  What do you think?  It's an asymmetrical cut, chocolate brown with red highlights.  I've had a lot of compliments on it.  Most people don't even recognize me at first, others are just amazed that I would have the guts to change it so drastically.  It's only hair, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-789000868285020269?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/789000868285020269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=789000868285020269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/789000868285020269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/789000868285020269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-you-didnt-know.html' title='things you didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7ttae26XZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c64k3sMYnYs/s72-c/happy+Zach_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-6538519371893630951</id><published>2008-02-15T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:17:53.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>all things crazy...</title><content type='html'>This Valentine's Day was a swirl of crazies...crazy day, crazy hair, crazy cookies, crazy boys, crazy in love with my family...get the picture?  My day started with  baking four dozen large heart shaped cookies and a couple dozen little heart cookies so as not to waste cookie dough:)  The girls got their valentines done on Wednesday night, and instead of giving candy (which seems to have become customary in elementary schools) they shared giant heart shaped cookies with their classes.  Madison's class decorated their own cookies while Cassidy's class had theirs already done by moi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0k-26XVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T1btvp8OcAw/s1600-h/My+valentines_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0k-26XVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T1btvp8OcAw/s320/My+valentines_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167656907384184146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decorated the last cookie while running out the door to take Ethan to the Doctor's office because I was pretty sure he had strep throat.  Madison and Zach were both diagnosed with it on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0n-26XYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XZGtfeQqprg/s1600-h/Ethan%27s+Makeover_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0n-26XYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XZGtfeQqprg/s320/Ethan%27s+Makeover_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167656958923791746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough Ethan tested positive, I was negative (yeah!), and we were off to drop the cookies off at the school.  After all of that we went home to relax for a couple of hours until it was time to take the poor old dog to the vet.  She has a skin tag and a lot of cysts that we can feel, we were just concerned that there may be something worse going on.  The vet assured us that all of these things are just because she's old, and after muzzling her so that he could clip her claws (she put up quite a fight I'm told) he sent her on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the girls up from school and took them over to the hair salon for a surprise appointment.  Their valentines gift from us was to get color highlights put in their hair.  Cassy chose red and Madi chose purple.  I am such a cool mom:)  Actually, our philosophy is &lt;em&gt;let them do it now.  Then it won't be such a big deal when they are older and want to find something that will make us mad!&lt;/em&gt;  Their hair turned out really cute!  Thanks Libby and Patsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0mO26XWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VBBtdvIVenM/s1600-h/Purple+Princess_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0mO26XWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VBBtdvIVenM/s320/Purple+Princess_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167656928859020642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0mu26XXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ewWni1LydzA/s1600-h/Ultra+Red+Head_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0mu26XXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ewWni1LydzA/s320/Ultra+Red+Head_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167656937448955250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that we returned home for homemade subs (the girls' choice), yummy ice cream for dessert, and shortly thereafter, bed.  What a crazy day!  Hope your Valentine's Day was a little less hectic and a lot more fun!  Love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-6538519371893630951?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/6538519371893630951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=6538519371893630951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/6538519371893630951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/6538519371893630951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-things-crazy.html' title='all things crazy...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R7c0k-26XVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T1btvp8OcAw/s72-c/My+valentines_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-3271203918174246682</id><published>2008-02-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:11:24.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>It's been very cold this last week. It dropped to -60 twice leading to school cancellations. The trucks survived the cold but they were challenged. I usually started the truck 20 minutes before leaving and was very careful not to pop the power steering hoses. The tires square off when it drops to -50 and it takes a while to warm them up and get rid of the flat spot. Imagine driving to work drinking coffee while riding in a bouncing car. In LA you have to pay a lot of money to make your car bounce in AK it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69I--26XRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2ryvITUdUOw/s1600-h/PICT0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69I--26XRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2ryvITUdUOw/s320/PICT0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165427544479653138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I traveled North towards Paxon, AK to ride sleds in the powder. This is the location that they hold the annual Artic Man competition. Dave, Mike and myself rode snow machines for about 5 hours. It was not bad at first riding the trails through the mountains. However, when we reached the powder the fun really began. The snow was about shoulder deep. This is a soft powder and when you jumped off the sled you sank like it was jello. I had never been in powder this deep and I had to re-learn how to ride the sled. Turning normally is impossible and within seconds I flipped off the side head first into the snow. It took 15 minutes to dig out and to get sled the oriented again. I took off went 20 yards and got stuck again. I'm thinking "what am I doing out here". So I sat on the sled and watched the others ride like it was nothing. After a couple of minutes I realized that you had to ride the sled like a seadoo in the water. Steering is done by placing both legs on one of the side rails and pulling with all of your weight. After a while I started laying down on the side using my body for drag for rapid turning. We rode for a long time and it was probably the greatest workout of my life. We got stuck 8 times and you have to lift the sled back on top of the snow. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69Jne26XSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oUTzoAwJjAs/s1600-h/PICT0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69Jne26XSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oUTzoAwJjAs/s320/PICT0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165428240264355106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69KXe26XTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AB0UFXOWG3o/s1600-h/PICT0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69KXe26XTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AB0UFXOWG3o/s320/PICT0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165429064898075954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moose you see was in our yard the other day at -60. He was lying on his front knees eating grass when I came home. I walked out to take a photo and he had moved into the woods. He was enjoying some twigs and bark during an afternoon snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69K7-26XUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0drrM9z3xyU/s1600-h/PICT0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69K7-26XUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0drrM9z3xyU/s320/PICT0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165429691963301186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-3271203918174246682?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/3271203918174246682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=3271203918174246682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3271203918174246682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3271203918174246682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R69I--26XRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2ryvITUdUOw/s72-c/PICT0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-1272015410162386310</id><published>2008-02-03T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:49:32.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madi and Ethan Super Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R6YHtAGG26I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7T94w6W3Lz8/s1600-h/Madi+%26+Ethan+Grapes_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R6YHtAGG26I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7T94w6W3Lz8/s400/Madi+%26+Ethan+Grapes_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162822492527975330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R6YHtgGG27I/AAAAAAAAAIY/3ZXNaow0TME/s1600-h/Madi+%26+Ethan+Lunch_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R6YHtgGG27I/AAAAAAAAAIY/3ZXNaow0TME/s400/Madi+%26+Ethan+Lunch_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162822501117909938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Finally, we're back.  Everyone is healthy and feeling much more normal.  It feels like we've been away on a really bad vacation.  Anyway, it's over and I'm glad to be back in the groove of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy this last week.  The kids are back into gymnastics and Madi is selling girl scout cookies for her brownie troop.  Cassidy is suddenly becoming more social and is starting to call her friends after school.  Ethan is learning things left and right and his vocabulary grows everyday.  He sounds like a little boy now, and not so much like a baby.  Zachary is learning how to "play" with his big brother and is starting to wave Bye-Bye, though he still doesn't really say anything except the occaisional "mama", "dada", or "baba".  He is most commonly known for his delightful squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have seen above I have included some pictures of Madison and Ethan who have become best friends.  They can often be spotted sharing food and playing together with Ethan's new castle, or more commonly wrestling each other on the living room carpet.  We actually have to watch out for Madison, because Ethan is apparently a linebacker in training and can tackle Madi with such force that she will sometimes get hurt.  Madi is a trooper though, and takes it all in stride with delightful giggles and a return tickle to Ethan's ribs.  It warms our hearts to see our children getting along so well.  Ethan is even allowing Zach to touch some of his toys and play with his new castle, though Zach is only allowed to play with the toys that Ethan chooses for him.  This is much improved from the "NO BABY ZACH" scream that we used to get everytime Zach came near one of Ethan's toys.  I guess there really is a light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1272015410162386310?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1272015410162386310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1272015410162386310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1272015410162386310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1272015410162386310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/02/madi-and-ethan-super-friends.html' title='Madi and Ethan Super Friends'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R6YHtAGG26I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7T94w6W3Lz8/s72-c/Madi+%26+Ethan+Grapes_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-5439115835508168982</id><published>2008-01-24T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:48:08.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a case of the cruds...</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone.  I just wanted to let you know why I haven't posted anything for awhile.  The flu is going around this little town like crazy and I got it.  It's been several years since I've had a bad case of the flu, so I guess I was due.  Madi was sick last week, but her main problem was a fever that stuck around for three days.  I've been sick since Monday, and I am very, very, slowly getting better, but I'm still not up to par.  I'm sure that by the start of next week I will be up and running again, so stay tuned!  Hopefully there will be a new post with new pics for you to check out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-5439115835508168982?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/5439115835508168982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=5439115835508168982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5439115835508168982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5439115835508168982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/01/case-of-cruds.html' title='a case of the cruds...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-4681589844799210957</id><published>2008-01-16T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:25:30.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassidy'/><title type='text'>Cassidy is 11!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Cassidy just turned 11 on the 10th of January. Boy, do we feel old... She chose to go to Fairbanks with three of her friends for her birthday, which we did on the 12th. On her actual birthday, we invited friends over for a Mexican feast and some Black Tie Mousse Cake for dessert. Everyone had a great time as you will see below. Please note the picture of Cassidy at the computer with her best friend and neighbor, Kerstin Spencer. Kerstin is 12 and is a 7th grader. The two girls are very much alike and get along great. We're glad Cassidy has such a good kid to hang around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her Fairbanks birthday trip, Cassidy and three of her friends (&lt;em&gt;Kerstin, Elsie, and Abigail&lt;/em&gt;) went to see &lt;strong&gt;National Treasure: Book of Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;, played mini-golf at &lt;strong&gt;Glo-Putt Golf &lt;/strong&gt;(an indoor, glow-in-the-dark miniture golf place), shopped, and ate at &lt;strong&gt;Gallo's Mexican Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;.  We all had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D2Z9uqQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4Z-3gZfVAMk/s1600-h/Cassidy+Candles_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D2Z9uqQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4Z-3gZfVAMk/s200/Cassidy+Candles_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156133225347590402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D259uqRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/acRTDlMsbAM/s1600-h/Cassidy%27s+Game_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D259uqRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/acRTDlMsbAM/s200/Cassidy%27s+Game_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156133233937525010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D359uqSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D3luEvU4Vio/s1600-h/Cassy+%26+Kerstin_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D359uqSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/D3luEvU4Vio/s200/Cassy+%26+Kerstin_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156133251117394210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D4J9uqTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iTIPZPcXAX4/s1600-h/PICT0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D4J9uqTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iTIPZPcXAX4/s200/PICT0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156133255412361522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're already talking about Cassidy, I thought I would include a few extra pictures of her, not from her birthday. You will see pictures of her with her brothers, who just adore her, and a strange picture of her with toilet paper in her nose. "What on earth?" may be your response, it certainly was mine. Cassidy had been having trouble sleeping due to sinus problems. One night, I went in to check on her and found her like this, sound asleep with toilet paper plugging one nostril. I immediately ran to get my camera. I don't know if she was trying to prevent nightly drainage or what, but I plan to use this picture when she starts dating, especially if she has poor taste in boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IH59uqUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pFhKgRVZ1JE/s1600-h/Cassy+%26+Zach_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IH59uqUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pFhKgRVZ1JE/s200/Cassy+%26+Zach_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156137924041812290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IIZ9uqVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N8L0ENZx2uE/s1600-h/Ethan+and+Cassy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IIZ9uqVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N8L0ENZx2uE/s200/Ethan+and+Cassy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156137932631746898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IIp9uqWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JCR3wKOfYg0/s1600-h/Cassidy+had+a+stuffy+nose_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45IIp9uqWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JCR3wKOfYg0/s200/Cassidy+had+a+stuffy+nose_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156137936926714210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4681589844799210957?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4681589844799210957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4681589844799210957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4681589844799210957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4681589844799210957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-many-of-you-know-cassidy-just-turned.html' title='Cassidy is 11!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45D2Z9uqQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4Z-3gZfVAMk/s72-c/Cassidy+Candles_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-8932466053480115126</id><published>2008-01-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:24:53.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>playful pain and sibling rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L1J9uqXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2DwCPB1JVkA/s1600-h/Boys+attack+mom_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L1J9uqXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2DwCPB1JVkA/s320/Boys+attack+mom_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156141999965776242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L1Z9uqYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o5nJv-ejmD0/s1600-h/Boys+eat+mom_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L1Z9uqYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o5nJv-ejmD0/s320/Boys+eat+mom_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156142004260743554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L159uqZI/AAAAAAAAAII/p4C1flf0VEw/s1600-h/Get+the+mama_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L159uqZI/AAAAAAAAAII/p4C1flf0VEw/s320/Get+the+mama_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156142012850678162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gain, no pain. Yes, this statement is more commonly stated in reverse, however I have recently come to learn that this phrase when reversed, suits our most recent parenting experiences. As our little ones grow and become stronger, they have also learned how to apply this strength in a manner of personal contact. That is to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are beating the crap out of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Every day when Mike comes home from work, Ethan is elated at the sudden arrival of his father. So elated, that recently he has taken to, shall we say, &lt;em&gt;performing the nutcracker&lt;/em&gt;. Michael is quite regretful that he failed to ask Santa for a cup this Christmas. Whenever Mike tries to protect himself with his hand, it just becomes a bullseye, which to a toddler means, &lt;em&gt;"hit me here, hit me right here"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that my experience with Zachary has been better than Mike's experience with Ethan, but I can't. Zach has now entered that clawing and grabbing phase. Not that he didn't ever do that before, it's just that now he is bigger and stronger. I think he carries around superglue in his diaper because he will grab a handful of my hair and it's like ripping hair out of vacuum cleaner. I have to pull my hair very hard to remove it and inevitably not all of it comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another more recent (and sometimes painful) phase has been the beginning of Ethan and Zach's sibling rivalry. I knew it was only a matter of time, but I had hoped that perhaps it would be delayed for another year or two. Now that Zach is mobile, this is not the case. Every toy that Zach tries to play with is taken from him with the statement, "No baby Zach, that's mine" or "No baby Zach, that's Madi's". This is always said as he rips the toy out of his brother's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing our best to deal with these new phases accordingly. In time there will be new things to talk about, but for now we will keep you updated on the boys' new , very physical, goings-on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-8932466053480115126?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/8932466053480115126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=8932466053480115126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/8932466053480115126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/8932466053480115126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/01/playful-pain-and-sibling-rivalry.html' title='playful pain and sibling rivalry'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R45L1J9uqXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2DwCPB1JVkA/s72-c/Boys+attack+mom_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-1184308958999249023</id><published>2008-01-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:42:32.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>searching for normal...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!  Our family brought in the new year with friends at our home.  The grown-ups had a fondue party and the kids had finger foods in the basement (where all of the toys are:)  Everyone had a great time bringing in the New Year, watching the replay of the Times Square ball drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the commotion that is the holiday season, we are now starting to wind down and find the way of life that was pre-Christmas.  We put the kids to bed at 9:00 pm last night, and followed them soon after.  This was a big change from the 2am, 3am, and 4am bed times from the days before.  We still overslept this morning, but I just tell myself that I am catching up on missed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls will be returning to school on the 7th and all of the activities will start up again.  We will return to our busy schedules and soon our lives will feel "normal" once more.  For now, we will enjoy lounging around the house and watching movies, playing outside in the snow, and catching a few extra zzzz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3wEtZ9uqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWC5VuMOTcM/s1600-h/Ice+Cream_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3wEtZ9uqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWC5VuMOTcM/s320/Ice+Cream_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150997251915426018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3wEtZ9uqPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/x-F_X9X2axs/s1600-h/Zach+and+Raven_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3wEtZ9uqPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/x-F_X9X2axs/s320/Zach+and+Raven_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150997251915426034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures are of Zachary begging Mike for a bite of ice cream and Zach choosing Raven as his pillow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1184308958999249023?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1184308958999249023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1184308958999249023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1184308958999249023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1184308958999249023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2008/01/searching-for-normal.html' title='searching for normal...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3wEtZ9uqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWC5VuMOTcM/s72-c/Ice+Cream_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-5860817430075752282</id><published>2007-12-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:06:34.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>a very good Christmas</title><content type='html'>I will do my best to walk you through the six hats' Christmas. The holiday officially started when school let out on Thursday the 20th. At the Christmas gift exchange in Cassy's class, she received a little porcelain tea set. On Friday the 21st she decided to host a tea party in her bedroom, Madi and Ethan were invited. They had a great time! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gSvJ9up5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IDq2eN2A9uI/s1600-h/Tea+Party+Food_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gSvJ9up5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IDq2eN2A9uI/s320/Tea+Party+Food_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149886775236142994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the 23rd, it was time to make cookies. Boy did we make a mess! It was a lot of fun and the cookie dough was yummy. Ethan quickly discovered this. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gUTZ9up6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sQm7Ebqb9r0/s1600-h/Cookie+Mess_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gUTZ9up6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sQm7Ebqb9r0/s320/Cookie+Mess_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149888497518028706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gUT59up7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JdTkdPB7CK0/s1600-h/Sneakin%27+Dough_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gUT59up7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/JdTkdPB7CK0/s320/Sneakin%27+Dough_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149888506107963314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve day, we decorated our cookies.  Zach enjoyed this because he got to eat his very first cookie! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gZA59up-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lRONIow6Fec/s1600-h/My+first+Cookie_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gZA59up-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lRONIow6Fec/s320/My+first+Cookie_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149893677248587746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gXqZ9up8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ipuzE6WMUk4/s1600-h/Cassy+Cookie_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gXqZ9up8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ipuzE6WMUk4/s320/Cassy+Cookie_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149892191189903298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gXrJ9up9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IbEV3r1Kh8E/s1600-h/Madi+Cookie_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gXrJ9up9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IbEV3r1Kh8E/s320/Madi+Cookie_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149892204074805202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a visit from the Blue Elf, who brings us blue PJs every Christmas Eve. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gbRZ9up_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KO_ouQAb3Ic/s1600-h/The+Blue+Elf_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gbRZ9up_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KO_ouQAb3Ic/s200/The+Blue+Elf_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149896159739684850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometime that evening, Ethan crashed &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gbR59uqAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GwcE0H4jPAw/s1600-h/Sleeping_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gbR59uqAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GwcE0H4jPAw/s200/Sleeping_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149896168329619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of us ate a nice dinner of finger foods. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gcu59uqCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3YdiqgT6fWI/s1600-h/Let%27s+Eat_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gcu59uqCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3YdiqgT6fWI/s200/Let%27s+Eat_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149897766057453602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ethan woke up we had our family Christmas Eve gift exchange. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gcsZ9uqBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7EePjcs4d4w/s1600-h/Ethan+and+Daddy_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gcsZ9uqBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7EePjcs4d4w/s200/Ethan+and+Daddy_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149897723107780626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun and a great way to start Christmas. We followed Santa that night on the Santa tracker and at 9:30 pm called out to the Missile Defense Control Center where they too were tracking Santa, and found out that he was going to arrive in Alaska at around 10pm. Off to bed the kids flew to dream about sugarplums and the much anticipated packages that would surely be waiting for them in the morning. On Christmas morning, Santa had not disappointed! The stockings were full, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj8Z9uqGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTTII72DBCg/s1600-h/Opening+Stockings_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj8Z9uqGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTTII72DBCg/s200/Opening+Stockings_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149905694567082082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the tree was barely visible behind the mound of packages that enveloped it. We took it slow, and sometime after 12pm had finally opened the last package. Everyone was tired and happy and what fun we had playing with our new toys!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj7Z9uqDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F3Ejop3WSzM/s1600-h/Cassy+Heelys_001_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj7Z9uqDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F3Ejop3WSzM/s200/Cassy+Heelys_001_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149905677387212850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj759uqEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cUTbbjGmikI/s1600-h/Ethan+and+animals_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj759uqEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cUTbbjGmikI/s200/Ethan+and+animals_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149905685977147458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj8J9uqFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YmI6IL2fNpg/s1600-h/Madi+Dress-up_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj8J9uqFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YmI6IL2fNpg/s200/Madi+Dress-up_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149905690272114770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj9J9uqHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EozbVAl2XNk/s1600-h/Zach+Castle_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gj9J9uqHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EozbVAl2XNk/s200/Zach+Castle_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149905707451983986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-5860817430075752282?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/5860817430075752282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=5860817430075752282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5860817430075752282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/5860817430075752282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-good-christmas.html' title='a very good Christmas'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R3gSvJ9up5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IDq2eN2A9uI/s72-c/Tea+Party+Food_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-7696025669299592297</id><published>2007-12-24T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:16:37.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>As Christmas Eve settles upon us, I look back at the very busy year.  Last year at this time I was pregnant and still freaking out over the idea of adding another child to our family.  Now, I have an almost 9-month old.  Where has the time gone?  I seem to ask that alot.  I don't know what it is about children, but they sure do know how to make life whiz right by.  The best thing about this year passing so quickly is that we are almost to the whole milk, no more bottles, don't have to carry him around in an infant carrier stage! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told...I was panicked at the idea of how difficult our lives were going to be by adding another child, especially so soon after having Ethan.  I felt guilty because it was very hard for me to be excited about my pregnancy.  I had never felt like that before.  One year and a thousand kisses later and I can't imagine our family without Zachary.  I knew that if I had gotten pregnant so easily after having some complications with Madison and Ethan, then God must have a plan for me-a gift.  That much I was aware of.  I just didn't know if it was going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a gift or more like a test of my strength, mental and emotional.  Zachary has truly been a blessing.  He is the (knock on wood) best baby ever!  He is happy all of the time, he puts himself to sleep, he sleeps through the night (most of the time).  He is so beautiful and perfect to me.  I thank God every time I see his little smile.  I mean, seriously, how could you not feel happy when you have a beautiful baby like that smiling at you every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some people were a little worried about us.  Especially knowing that Zach was our pleasant surprise, and having just moved so far from family and friends.  We've done okay, though.  We have made a lot of great friends and have adjusted to this lifestyle that is Alaska.  We have had to give up some things along the way to make our new home life work.  We said good-bye to our yorkie Max, who was given to a much better family.  He now has lots of little brothers and sisters, all yorkies, to play with.  I also had to make a very difficult decision this fall and put our Newfoundland, Dakota, up for adoption.  He was my other baby.  He was just not happy in this small, boxy house.  Who could blame him?  After all, life on a military installation doesn't give people a lot of freedom let alone animals.  Anyway, I believe he too has been adopted and hopefully has a lot of land to roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned some interesting things since our arrival here in Alaska.  We know how to deal with the constant summer daylight, and long, dark winter days.  We have learned how to dress our children in full snow gear in less than five minutes.  We have learned how to spot a moose in the dark while driving and where to go to get the best restaurant style food in this tiny, little, in-the-middle-of-nowhere town.  We have a new found appreciation for the statement, "I am going to the store".  We also know how to keep four children entertained for two hours at a time while in a moving vehicle.  We use the words "cold" and "windy" wisely.  We know all about frostbite, signs, symptoms, and prevention.  We have also seen some amazing things that we will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, our oldest daughter changed before our eyes.  She began the year as a young girl and will end the year as a young lady (in training).  Our six year-old daughter learned to read, add, subtract, how to count higher than fifty, and so many other things that I just can't put them all down.  Our oldest son started the year off getting into everything and hardly talking.  Now, he repeats everything we say, and uses his own sentences to communicate what he wants to say.  He says things like, "Stop it Madi!  No!  Bad boy!" and "Mommy, I want more sippy juice.  Strawberry milk.  Peease!"  And our Zach...he was just a growing fetus in my womb.  Kicking my bladder and turning summersaults inside of my uterus.  Now, he stands on my tummy and bounces...giggling and smiling with a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Michael and I have been overwhelmed this year?  Yes, we certainly have been overwhelmed... by all of the wonderful changes in our lives.  The ups and downs of parenting, adding a new member to our family, adjusting to a new lifestyle.  It is all overwhelming...wonderful and overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PRAYER FOR TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we celebrate the birth of your son, and the end of another year, Lord, we thank you for all of the wonderful blessings that you have bestowed upon this family.  We are overwhelmed with joy, happiness, and all the love you have provided us this past year.  Thank you Father, for our wonderfully overwhelming lives.  In your name we pray, A-Men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE ON EARTH AND GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN.  May you all have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!  God Bless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-7696025669299592297?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/7696025669299592297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=7696025669299592297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7696025669299592297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7696025669299592297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-9023778168078503092</id><published>2007-12-18T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:51:47.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season to be Very Busy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2irXd12ZoI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tkd1X6lVVYA/s1600-h/Zach+and+Santa_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2irXd12ZoI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tkd1X6lVVYA/s320/Zach+and+Santa_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145550993906624130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2irX912ZpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SH92BD--qBs/s1600-h/The+Girls_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2irX912ZpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SH92BD--qBs/s320/The+Girls_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145551002496558738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2ip3t12ZmI/AAAAAAAAADc/KPNZyYhd2OU/s1600-h/Ball+Photo_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2ip3t12ZmI/AAAAAAAAADc/KPNZyYhd2OU/s320/Ball+Photo_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145549348934149730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2ip4N12ZnI/AAAAAAAAADk/gMxCzeZUHnE/s1600-h/PICT0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2ip4N12ZnI/AAAAAAAAADk/gMxCzeZUHnE/s320/PICT0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145549357524084338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above are of the following: Zach and Santa at the Fort Greely Holiday Potluck, Kim Mortrud, Kathi Jurva, Andrea Richard, and Me at the Holiday Ball &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(they're my girls!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Mike and Me at the ball, and Madi, Ethan, and Cassy at the Delta Elementary school program.  Ethan only upstaged his sisters once before Mike caught hold of him.  He did manage to get a few laughs first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-9023778168078503092?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/9023778168078503092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=9023778168078503092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/9023778168078503092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/9023778168078503092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-be-very-busy.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season to be Very Busy!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R2irXd12ZoI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tkd1X6lVVYA/s72-c/Zach+and+Santa_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-3751515277368427155</id><published>2007-12-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:29:54.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect set-up</title><content type='html'>I'm a very social person.  At this time in my life, when I am usually surrounded by kids, I tend to enjoy spending time with other women that are like me-Moms that spend a lot of time raising their children and taking care of the home.  I enjoy hearing what other women have to say about their lives and their kids.  I take in as much advice and info. as I can...anything that will make my life a little easier.  The one thing that I hear all too often is how much pressure we put on ourselves to be the "perfect" woman.  We wear so many hats and juggle so many plates, that it shouldn't come as a shock when one of them falls, yet we still feel surprised and disappointed at this inevitable failure.  What is it exactly that makes us want or need to strive to be perfect?  I know that I often find myself comparing my life to those of others.  If I go to a friend's house that is super clean, I suddenly feel jealous because my home doesn't look like that, and disappointed in myself that I am not able to constantly maintain an immaculate house.  "Where does she find the time?"  I often wonder.  I don't know how everyone does it, but I do know this...NO ONE IS PERFECT!  For every person that &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; perfect, there is some imperfection lurking somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago I was helping a friend cook dinner in her home.  She too was one of those women that somehow managed to keep an immaculate home &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; kids.  I loved coming to her house, but hated how I would make myself feel after being there.  During dinner preparations, I asked for an item and was directed to go to the pantry to find it.  To my surprise (and yes, sorry to say, relief and amusement as well) I found a highly disorganized space.  I opened the door and things started flying off the shelves they had been stuffed on.  I couldn't believe it!  How could such a perfectionist have such an &lt;em&gt;im&lt;/em&gt;perfect closet?  I'm not sure if my friend ever organized her pantry, maybe she was having an off day.  Who knows?  I never said a word to her about the pantry because I was so grateful to have learned the surprising truth.  &lt;em&gt;No one is perfect&lt;/em&gt;.  Sometimes when I am feeling overwhelmed because there is so much to do, I ask myself one little question to help me prioritize.  What would make God happy?  If I choose to scrub the kitchen floor instead of reading my son a book is God going to be happy about that?  If I fold the laundry but fail to help my daughter with her homework, am I really succeeding at anything?  Life is give and take.  We have only two hands and only one body.  We must make most of the time that we are allowed, but not at the expense of personal fulfillment and enjoyment.  Time well-wasted is time well spent, too.  It's not that you should spend all of your time doing nothing and never let anything bother you, but spend your time wisely and don't forget to make fun a priority too.  Even if it means that the dishes won't get done until tomorrow.  Ladies, (and any men who can relate)&lt;strong&gt;STOP SETTING YOURSELVES UP FOR FAILURE&lt;/strong&gt;! Remember, when you die one day, will your child remember the fun day you spent with them at the park, or the day you washed the dishes, folded the laundry, and cleaned the toilets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-3751515277368427155?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/3751515277368427155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=3751515277368427155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3751515277368427155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3751515277368427155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-set-up.html' title='the perfect set-up'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-1841077614286808722</id><published>2007-12-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:54:49.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Updates and thank you's...</title><content type='html'>I just want to thank everyone again for keeping up with this new blog and posting your comments.  They have all been very positive and supportive!  Mike and I often check the blog just to see if anyone new has visited, so if you've been checking out the site, but haven't left a comment yet, please do so!  We would love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for the updates:  &lt;strong&gt;Zachary&lt;/strong&gt; is getting ready to cut two top teeth, and is still doing the belly crawl.  He is starting pull up on things, and really wants to keep up with his older siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited about Christmas!  Everytime he sees something new that is related to Christmas we hear, "Mommy, Daddy, Merry Kissmas, Merry Kissmas!"  I'm sure there will be some great Christmas photos of him on this site, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madison&lt;/strong&gt; is growing so fast.  She is such a little lady!  She loves school and is doing very well.  On Tuesday the school had a carnival for the kids, and that evening was their Christmas Program.  She told me last night that Tuesday was the best day ever!  She has really been enjoying this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cassidy&lt;/strong&gt; has broken up with her boyfriend.  She now has a new boyfriend.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1841077614286808722?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1841077614286808722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1841077614286808722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1841077614286808722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1841077614286808722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/updates-and-thank-yous.html' title='Updates and thank you&apos;s...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-2655560503676728612</id><published>2007-12-08T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:51:34.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassidy'/><title type='text'>confessions of a pre-teen soon to be drama queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1uOhMrU0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/iigo3ZivsmM/s1600-h/Santa+and+Girls_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1uOhMrU0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/iigo3ZivsmM/s320/Santa+and+Girls_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141860100563325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has begun. Our soon-to-be 11 year old daughter is experiencing &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt; in her life. It started at school right after she decided to get her hair cut short. Someone told her she looked like a boy. A few weeks later, she announces to me that she now has a &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;"NO KISSING!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;was my response. Today, we went to go see Santa at the FRG potluck. We wanted a family photo with Santa for our Christmas cards. The &lt;strong&gt;Buckeyes&lt;/strong&gt; are going to the National Championship this year, so we decided to wear our &lt;strong&gt;OSU&lt;/strong&gt; gear for the photo. "Mom, do I HAVE to wear &lt;strong&gt;Ohio State &lt;/strong&gt;stuff for the picture? Can't I look like a girl?" was the response I got from Cassidy. She was standing at my bathroom door looking very pitiful. She had tears in her eyes, an oversize &lt;strong&gt;OSU&lt;/strong&gt; T-shirt, and a black skirt with red roses on. I couldn't help but give her a hug and do my best to comfort this girl who is no longer a child, but an awkward adolescent. She didn't even hug me back. We have now arrived at the point in her life where it is no longer cool to hug or kiss your parents. I know she will one day outgrow this, after all I did, but it is still hard for me to understand. I told her I would help her, that you can wear boy clothes without actually looking like a boy. She felt better and looked very pretty for the potluck. I'm glad that she still trusts me and that the drama hasn't gotten excessive...yet. I told her that kids her age can be mean sometimes and that it's hard to ignore them. I said that even though they don't have any reason to make fun of someone, they will often find something to pick on someone for. I wanted her to know that she is not alone in learning this and told her not to become one of those kids. I also reminded her that what she thinks about herself is more important than what any of those kids say to her. In my heart I know this is not the last time she will experience the hurtful words of her peers, but I pray that she will always be strong enough to overcome it and trusting enough to come to her parents whenever she needs someone to lean on. Wasn't she just a baby...yesterday? Where does the time go? Oh well, I suppose now I can understand a little better all of those weird moments in my adolescence when I caught my mother looking at me with sad, strange eyes. "What's wrong with you?" I would ask. "Nothing" was usually the response. Now I know what she was thinking. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not a baby anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-2655560503676728612?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/2655560503676728612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=2655560503676728612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2655560503676728612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/2655560503676728612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/confessions-of-pre-teen-soon-to-be.html' title='confessions of a pre-teen soon to be drama queen'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1uOhMrU0FI/AAAAAAAAADU/iigo3ZivsmM/s72-c/Santa+and+Girls_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-4949585039362873696</id><published>2007-12-03T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:13:42.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>"Kissmas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1ULusrU0EI/AAAAAAAAADM/Iz2Skmv5nsk/s1600-h/Happy+Elf_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1ULusrU0EI/AAAAAAAAADM/Iz2Skmv5nsk/s320/Happy+Elf_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140027446608056386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kissmas".  That's what Ethan calls it.  "Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Kissmas Mommy!" he said to me today as we sat together in the family room watching the movie &lt;strong&gt;ELF&lt;/strong&gt;.  My heart melted, of coarse.  It's hard to be excited about Christmas time when most of your family is on the other side of the country.  Having Christmas with your children is so much fun, but there's always a little part of you that feels disappointed that all of the Grandpas and Grandmas, Aunts and Uncles, and cousins are missing out on the joy shown in your children's faces when they open those special packages.  There's no helping your Mom fix Christmas dinner because you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the Mom.  There's no Christmas night card games with more people than there are chairs.  Our Christmas is now with &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; Dad, and four children.  Even so, I know our Christmas will be a lot of fun this year.  One day soon, we hope to be able to return to our families in Ohio and West Virginia and spend Christmas with them the way that we used to.  But, for now, we will snuggle up tight with our little fellows, relish in homemade Christmas cookies and Buckeye making day with our princesses, and do our best to have a very, merry, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kissmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4949585039362873696?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4949585039362873696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4949585039362873696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4949585039362873696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4949585039362873696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/12/kissmas.html' title='&quot;Kissmas&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1ULusrU0EI/AAAAAAAAADM/Iz2Skmv5nsk/s72-c/Happy+Elf_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-4788897036135927627</id><published>2007-11-30T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:08:49.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>chinese, chow, and chopsticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRikl1qjI/AAAAAAAAACk/6sw3MRyIIRk/s1600-R/Cassy+Chopsticks_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRikl1qjI/AAAAAAAAACk/PAqnGJLOOrY/s200/Cassy+Chopsticks_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138696829209520690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRjUl1qkI/AAAAAAAAACs/-R3vUjlaNUI/s1600-R/Ethan+Chopsticks_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRjUl1qkI/AAAAAAAAACs/SECT2Tnddyg/s200/Ethan+Chopsticks_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138696842094422594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRkUl1qlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0Mk3pgeR-qA/s1600-R/Madi+Chopsticks_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRkUl1qlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mnRwLa2LYaQ/s200/Madi+Chopsticks_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138696859274291794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we had Chinese food carryout.  We don't do carryout here in Delta Junction very often, so for the kids this was a special treat.  The real treat came when I discovered the chopsticks they had included in our take-out bag.  I gave each of the kids a set and did my best to teach them how to use them.  They did great!  Better than I do anyway.  They loved it and had such a great time eating their food with the chopsticks, that they were disappointed when we had the leftovers and had to eat them with a fork.  What a fun cultural experience for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4788897036135927627?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4788897036135927627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4788897036135927627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4788897036135927627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4788897036135927627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/chinese-chow-and-chopsticks.html' title='chinese, chow, and chopsticks'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R1BRikl1qjI/AAAAAAAAACk/PAqnGJLOOrY/s72-c/Cassy+Chopsticks_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-7275474754210871434</id><published>2007-11-29T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:01:01.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnastics'/><title type='text'>Their biggest fan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08aKUl1qhI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fb04zUvcHRk/s1600-h/Zach+Seat_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08aKUl1qhI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fb04zUvcHRk/s200/Zach+Seat_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138354464481454610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Zachary is too little to participate, he watches all of the activity from the comfort of his car seat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-7275474754210871434?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/7275474754210871434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=7275474754210871434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7275474754210871434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/7275474754210871434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/their-biggest-fan.html' title='Their biggest fan...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08aKUl1qhI/AAAAAAAAACU/Fb04zUvcHRk/s72-c/Zach+Seat_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-1196373361299145113</id><published>2007-11-29T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:01:41.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnastics'/><title type='text'>Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08Yr0l1qgI/AAAAAAAAACM/N211yGWQ8LQ/s1600-h/Ethan+Bars_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08Yr0l1qgI/AAAAAAAAACM/N211yGWQ8LQ/s200/Ethan+Bars_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138352840983816706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1196373361299145113?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1196373361299145113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1196373361299145113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1196373361299145113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1196373361299145113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/bars.html' title='Bars'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08Yr0l1qgI/AAAAAAAAACM/N211yGWQ8LQ/s72-c/Ethan+Bars_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-4891782241513717439</id><published>2007-11-29T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:02:37.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gymnastics'/><title type='text'>Rumble Tumble Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08WRkl1qfI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mpe-m7JZo2w/s1600-h/Parachute_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08WRkl1qfI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mpe-m7JZo2w/s320/Parachute_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138350190988995058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post belongs with the "rumble tumble" post. I wanted to add a lot of pictures but had some difficulties with the formatting. Anyway, here are some pictures of Ethan doing his favorite tumbling activities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4891782241513717439?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4891782241513717439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4891782241513717439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4891782241513717439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4891782241513717439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/rumble-tumble-too.html' title='Rumble Tumble Too'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp0.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08WRkl1qfI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mpe-m7JZo2w/s72-c/Parachute_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-3102562030084053240</id><published>2007-11-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:31:34.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble tumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08TR0l1qeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdXUHTzJ4IE/s1600-h/Madi+Bridge_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08TR0l1qeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdXUHTzJ4IE/s320/Madi+Bridge_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138346896749079010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08Sb0l1qdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SM9VsGwi-TY/s1600-h/Cass+Bars_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08Sb0l1qdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SM9VsGwi-TY/s320/Cass+Bars_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138345969036143058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!  We spent our Thanksgiving with friends, then I jumped ship and went to Anchorage for the weekend with three of my friends.  I am now caught up on my Christmas shopping (yeah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of Gymnastics for our kids.  Ethan has been going to a Mommy &amp; Me group, and Madison is in the Swingers group for K-2nd grade.  Cassidy is in the oldest group and is apparently very talented at bars and vault.  The kids have enjoyed this so much that we even installed our own make-shift bar in the basement for them to practice on.  We are so thankful that there are people here to offer things like this to the children of Fort Greely.  Please check out the great pics of the kids doing their thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-3102562030084053240?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/3102562030084053240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=3102562030084053240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3102562030084053240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/3102562030084053240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/rumble-tumble.html' title='rumble tumble'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R08TR0l1qeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdXUHTzJ4IE/s72-c/Madi+Bridge_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-1089700921879507062</id><published>2007-11-21T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:38:13.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we're thankful for...</title><content type='html'>As tomorrow draws near, I feel compelled to think about the things that I am really, truly thankful for. There's always the obvious things, friends, family, chocolate, but what else am I thankful for? I am thankful for uninterrupted long, hot baths.  I am thankful for lazy Saturday mornings when we all get to sleep in.  I am thankful for phonecalls from family and friends that are without purpose, except to chat.  I am thankful for snow on Christmas, and colorful leaves in the fall.  I am thankful for warm, breezy summer days, and bright, blooming flowers in the spring.  I am thankful for playful Grandparents, mine and my children's.  I am thankful for my husband and his work, that he is able to provide for our family.  I am thankful for my (usually) well-behaved children.  I am thankful for our nice, but not nosy, neighbors.  I could go on and on, but there's just so many little things that I appreciate.  I'm sure you don't want to read about them all.  Most of all, I am thankful for the Lord, who takes care of us.  I am grateful that we have such an understanding, forgiving Father.  He puts the roof over our heads, and the food on our tables.  Ask yourself this year, "What am I really thankful for?"  You too may find yourself deep in thought, thinking of all of the wonderful little things in this world.  Remember to share your Thanksgiving's this year.  From our family to yours, May God Bless You on This Thanksgiving Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-1089700921879507062?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/1089700921879507062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=1089700921879507062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1089700921879507062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/1089700921879507062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-were-thankful-for.html' title='What we&apos;re thankful for...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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-4452262671844860150.post-4077853494458898007</id><published>2007-11-18T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:52:03.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is right with the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R0EWXeXTClI/AAAAAAAAABs/TkoMHmbEApg/s1600-h/CutiePie_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R0EWXeXTClI/AAAAAAAAABs/TkoMHmbEApg/s320/CutiePie_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134409642722658898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we finally got Mike back. He has brought balance to the force. He is now home safe and sound. Granted, he's a little screwed up from the time change, but that means breakfast in bed for me:) Actually, we are all so excited to have him home. Cassidy, Madison, and Ethan all fought for his attention last night after we returned from Fairbanks. Mike wasn't sure what to think of all of the attention! He just ate it all up. I know how much he missed the kids. He's been having so much fun playing with them and doting on them again.  Even Zach seemed to not have forgotten who Daddy was and just picked up where he'd left off...happy and smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, baby update: Zach now has two bottom teeth!  He weighs 17 lbs. and is now starting to crawl (I'm so thrilled about his new found mobility).  I can't believe he's going to be one in March!  He's such a sweetheart.  What a pleasant surprise he has turned out to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-4077853494458898007?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/4077853494458898007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=4077853494458898007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4077853494458898007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/4077853494458898007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-is-right-with-world.html' title='All is right with the world'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp3.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/R0EWXeXTClI/AAAAAAAAABs/TkoMHmbEApg/s72-c/CutiePie_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4452262671844860150.post-50938883175872346</id><published>2007-11-16T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:32:00.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/Rz1iX-XTCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vXFSFl-EuGk/s1600-h/Kids_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/Rz1iX-XTCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vXFSFl-EuGk/s320/Kids_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133367314289461810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Mike.  He has been gone since the beginning of September, right after Labor Day.  He is flying home this Saturday (Thank GOD!!) and we will all be coming to the airport to pick him up.  I just want to say that you were greatly missed.  Not just by me, the kids missed you as well.  I have learned how wonderful it truly is to have your extra hands around helping me out.  Before it always felt like you were gone.  I know that you were busy with work a lot, but your presence was always felt when you were home.  I hope that you don't ever think that you have been taken for granted, because even though I may not say it every time you do something to help me out, I really am thankful for all that you do for this family.  Congratulations on your new position!  We're very proud of you.  We love you very much and wish you safe travels and a speedy return home! XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4452262671844860150-50938883175872346?l=thesixhats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/feeds/50938883175872346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4452262671844860150&amp;postID=50938883175872346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/50938883175872346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4452262671844860150/posts/default/50938883175872346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesixhats.blogspot.com/2007/11/while-you-were-gone.html' title='While you were gone...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12349994109649347879</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zgxvnvbkS9Q/Rz1iX-XTCjI/AAAAAAAAABM/vXFSFl-EuGk/s72-c/Kids_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
