<?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-5743518022503319418</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:04:58.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hirschi's Squirts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-4810129568686117737</id><published>2010-05-07T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:37:45.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather/day is looking up!</title><content type='html'>I had a heart to heart with my Emmy today about blogs and facebook.&amp;nbsp; I always feel behind and unable to express everything that&amp;nbsp;has transpired.&amp;nbsp; It leaves me feeling like it is another chore to finish rather than something rewarding.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure but, I&amp;nbsp;bet&amp;nbsp;we all feel a kind of pressure to maintain this "interwebs" existance and I never have time in my day to indulge.&amp;nbsp; I am sure I am the only one putting&amp;nbsp;this pressure&amp;nbsp;on myself, however it is real to me and so I made&amp;nbsp;a decision.&amp;nbsp; I am going to follow Nienie example and write about today and the moment.&amp;nbsp; It might be as simple as a thought or sentence.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to worry that my blog is too redundant and boring or like everyone elses.&amp;nbsp; So I am resigned to write for me, as a journal.&amp;nbsp; Which is my reason for starting a blog and not worry what anyone will think.&amp;nbsp; It is so weird to admit that sometimes I care what someone thinks of me. What&amp;nbsp; a heavy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a trying day...my eyes feel heavy with the weight of today's challenges.&amp;nbsp; However I was determined to fight through it; so the kids and I went on a bike ride.&amp;nbsp; It was so rewarding to feel the cool crisp air and get exercise (my secret anti-depressant) I just want to point out that you know it has been a good day when you smell like dirt.&amp;nbsp; (Sexy, huh? Jake.)&amp;nbsp; My idea seemed to have worked and it started a change in the day's taxing rhythm.&amp;nbsp; We saw a cute girlfriend sitting in her rocking chair, enjoying the efforts of her beautiful yard,&amp;nbsp;with her baby boy (whom I love and he loves Sissy) playing in the sandbox.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had a camera; it was serene.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed with Sissy and the distance we went.&amp;nbsp; And Andrew is such a kid.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain, this year I have realized over and over again that he is not a baby anymore.&amp;nbsp; It is really a trip.&amp;nbsp; Today was&amp;nbsp;no exception as I watched him ride his bike all over and&amp;nbsp;teach himself really incredible tricks...tricks that I have never even thought of trying.&amp;nbsp; Man is this a new chapter in my book?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am not sure I am ready to admit this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/S-TKPtsDfDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JYVfNuWs5y4/s1600/downsized_0507001354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/S-TKPtsDfDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JYVfNuWs5y4/s320/downsized_0507001354.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-4810129568686117737?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/4810129568686117737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=4810129568686117737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4810129568686117737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4810129568686117737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2010/05/weatherday-is-looking-up.html' title='The weather/day is looking up!'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/S-TKPtsDfDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JYVfNuWs5y4/s72-c/downsized_0507001354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3571927198788286053</id><published>2010-05-05T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:22:37.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I saw this video on lds.org today and I was in awe of the aesthetic portrayal of a mother. I have followed Stephanie's blog and I care for this woman, a woman whom I have never met. I think her message is so simple and sweet. We are so lucky to be mothers and everyday is beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;I share this feeling of love and I feel so lucky to be a mother. My children are so dear to me and I am writing this post for them in the future, when they are parents. As I struggled to bring my babies into this world I never thought of anything but my children. Their spirits were so present the moment I knew I was pregnant. I immediately felt a love that I had never felt before; a sense of caring and protection, nothing mattered to me except their existance, even despite the fact that my deteriating body was literally giving them everything I had to bring them into the world. I would do it all again! They are worth every sacrifice and hardship. I sometimes forget how much I gave, forget the experience and forget their worth and true cost. Andrew will remind me by touching my scars and say (matter of factly) that is from me and this is from Gracie. I don't even choose to recall that time because somedays it is too painful to know that we won't be able to have any more babies that way. However, I look at my smiling little ones and feel truly grateful! I think Stephanie's story is a constant reminder that a mother-child relationship is precious and most rare. It is so intimate and there is nothing like this bond. In a way she is unique because here trials will always be there as a reminder of this, and it is another reminder for me of what I have. Put simply, it is important for us to do the same. Time goes so fast, make each moment count and savor the day to day. I love you Andrew! I love you Gracie! You make my life so rich! Thank you a hundred times every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, you wonderful moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link below&amp;nbsp;and open to full screen to see the video that started this thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages?v=KHDvxPjsm8E"&gt;My New Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3571927198788286053?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3571927198788286053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3571927198788286053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3571927198788286053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3571927198788286053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-2441774337434633921</id><published>2010-03-23T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:38:04.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check This Out!</title><content type='html'>I added a column of blogs I enjoy or websitez my kids cannot live without. My favorite is about a woman who is so creative in her party planning that you wish you were her best friend.&amp;nbsp; Should I stalker her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://permanently-disco.blogspot.com/"&gt;permanently-disco.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-2441774337434633921?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/2441774337434633921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=2441774337434633921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/2441774337434633921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/2441774337434633921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2010/03/check-this-out.html' title='Check This Out!'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-527520183339744950</id><published>2009-10-25T23:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:17:40.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed My Blog....</title><content type='html'>I have so&amp;nbsp;much to say, so much to document, more for myself.&amp;nbsp; Mainly&amp;nbsp;to remember this time in my life.&amp;nbsp; I have been away (from my blog) for so long I feel like I have to play catch up and therefore everything becomes rushed and I miss me in the equation.&amp;nbsp; So I am starting slow and with something that has been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently one of my favorite bloggers was featured on the Oprah show.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had time for Oprah and unfortunately I missed the whole episode, but caught this clip that says so much and is exactly how I feel about motherhood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/media/20090924-tows-stephanie-struggle-crash"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/media/20090924-tows-stephanie-struggle-crash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and I having been following her blog for years and I have alway love the aesthetics and the poetry and the love story.&amp;nbsp; I related to the idea of being a mom and wanting nothing more.&amp;nbsp; And I secretly want to take pictures as well as (I assume) she does.&amp;nbsp; Then it became all about the crash and the tragedy and loss of something and everything and now I see nothing.&amp;nbsp; I still pain for her...that is the best way to describe it.&amp;nbsp; However I also admire this stranger and she inspires me to be a better person.&amp;nbsp; I love having simple and beautiful things in your life to remind you of what is really important.&amp;nbsp; The pumpkins on the porch and the crispness in the air and the sun peeking through the clouds and you children and the ability to hold them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This morning was a hard morning to get up but my favorite part (of my day) was that all four of us were snuggling in bed.&amp;nbsp; Gracie announced like she does "Mommy you're my most favoritest mommy ever." And asked Daddy to move so she could be by me.&amp;nbsp; Jake was holding me at the time and Andrew was cuddling on the other side.&amp;nbsp; How am I so lucky, to be loved by all, in my bed, the moment my eyes open.&amp;nbsp; Yes we were late to church, however I thought about this morning all day long and&amp;nbsp;it made me happy.&amp;nbsp; I get to overworked and overwhelmed and I&amp;nbsp;take to many things for granted (including the three that love me the most), however Stephanie before and after the crash reminds me of what I truly love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my good girlfriends, here is a little gift from me to you, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-527520183339744950?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/527520183339744950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=527520183339744950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/527520183339744950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/527520183339744950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/10/through-gracie.html' title='I Missed My Blog....'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5416362531684507517</id><published>2009-09-14T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:05:18.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Chinese Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our Daddy came home from work and surprised his girls with these gorgeous flowers.&amp;nbsp; Gracie happened to be sitting at the kitchen (unaware of his homecoming) when Jake put the flowers right in front of her and she scream/exclaimed OHHH MYYY GOOODNESSS!&amp;nbsp; It was classic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We love our man.&amp;nbsp; He is so incredible and thoughtful.&amp;nbsp; We are lucky girls.&amp;nbsp; I will have to stop gushing because he hates this kind of thing, however I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; go on.&amp;nbsp; Anyways,&amp;nbsp;ladies try not to be to hard on your men for forgetting Chinese Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp;Have a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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This is all her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5416362531684507517?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5416362531684507517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5416362531684507517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5416362531684507517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5416362531684507517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-valentines-day.html' title='Chinese Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SqdBQIcB6II/AAAAAAAAAkg/fJXdxzMy4q8/s72-c/P1120758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1242571780176189263</id><published>2009-08-23T00:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:06:06.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>Fishing....I forgot how fun it is. Last week we went on a camping trip with Joan and Lamar to Bridger Lake. It was gorgeous and pretty relaxing. We started off with a bang Grandpa taught Andrew how to ride a bike with out training wheels. It is amazing how fast he got it, I was in the trailer and I heard Lamar say "let get those off" and then less than five minutes Andrew yelled "Mommy come see this." Now he rides like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets be honest this trip was all about fishing. You could see how excited Andrew and Grandpa were to get started. Andrew shadowed Grandpa every move. They caught 5 the first day and only one "didn't make it" and it really bothered Andrew so Grandpa fixed it by throwing it away for a little raccoon family with babies. This seemed to calm Andrew's worries. He tried this approach the next day when Gracie's first one "didn't make it." He said it went back to his mommy and threw it over his shoulder. It hit a tree and every branch on its way down. Joan then suggested that he should take it home to her parents and so he started searching for it, which it was hidden pretty good. He brought it back to the kids and started to gut it in front of them (their faces were stunned) and then the kids began to question where this fish came from and whose it was and you could see them putting it all together and that was when Grandpa got caught in his lie. He should have known my kids are too smart. It was so funny, it felt like watching an episode of &lt;em&gt;I Love Lucy&lt;/em&gt;, as Grandpa kept trying to fix his story but each time he tried to take care of something it just kept working out opposite of what he had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Andrew had such different fishing styles: Andrew was serious and quiet. Gracie was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squealy&lt;/span&gt;. In fact the girls were all about the relaxing, reading and playing barbies, until I got hooked, when I help reel one in. Then it was all about the fishing and I cannot wait to fish again. By the end of the trip we had caught 14 fish (Andrew 10, Mommy 2 and Gracie 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and I were enjoying the animals we saw baby ducks, butterflies, chipmunks, and a bald eagle. That was fascinating. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa we had the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355581658575&amp;amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581658575&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/2954361355581658575/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581658575&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/2954361355581658575/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355581658575&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/2954361355581658575/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1242571780176189263?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1242571780176189263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1242571780176189263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1242571780176189263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1242571780176189263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3618502624428071167</id><published>2009-06-21T23:37:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:08:34.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>First, I hope all you dads had a wonderful day. You deserve it. I was blogging along side Jake and we came across this video put out by the LDS Church; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhqRMP9meMc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhqRMP9meMc&lt;/a&gt; ( I am a sucker for a good mormon ad). It made me think of the father figures that have been influential in my life. I want to mention two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj8veU2WIVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kLRYnh5MoRA/s1600-h/scan0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350047080378671442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj8veU2WIVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kLRYnh5MoRA/s320/scan0061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joey and my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there is my dad. I have always been a daddy's girl (sorry mom). I remember singing in primary, I am talking sunbeam age, "I'm So Glad When Daddy Comes Home" and having the realization "I am so glad when my daddy comes home." I knew my dad was the best dad in the world. I always thought that he was 'better than your dad'...you know stronger that yours, a greater protector than yours, and better looking than yours. When I was in the third grade I wrote a report about my hero, my dad. Dad you have been such a driving force in my life and I want to thank you for your great advice, your comforting hugs, your strong hands and you unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj8v3T4JWmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fny2E9VCzxI/s1600-h/E11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350047509614516834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj8v3T4JWmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fny2E9VCzxI/s320/E11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there is my sweet husband, whom I loving call Daddy. When Jake and I got married he had big shoes to fill when it came to being a father. I wanted him to be just like my dad, but I soon figured out that Jake is a different person. As I watched Jake literally become a father there was a glow that filled him and such happiness in his already smiley eyes. I let go of any expectations I had and knew that he would be perfect for our kids just the way my dad is perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is the best Daddy in the world because...He is so loving and patient. He tickles backs and sings you to sleep. He coaches soccer and tennis. He races with you and lets you win. He does your hair when Mommy away. He calls you princess and little man. He listens. He always kisses you goodbye. He picks up where my short comings leave off. He is a hard worker and a great provider. He wrestles with the kids and dog. He cleans up after the kid's pets. His stern voice is so loving and he has comforting hands. But most importantly he is the biggest kid of us all. I know that he learned many of these traits from his incredible father, whom I am indebted. (I love and adore you Lamar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake you are treasured and I love the father that you are, Happy fathers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3618502624428071167?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3618502624428071167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3618502624428071167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3618502624428071167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3618502624428071167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj8veU2WIVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/kLRYnh5MoRA/s72-c/scan0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-4884029892446579522</id><published>2009-06-20T11:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:27:26.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Big News in his own words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj0qADknAhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sa9FUqav1Zw/s1600-h/P1100782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349478112833241618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj0qADknAhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sa9FUqav1Zw/s320/P1100782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tooth fell out on Thursday. I am really glad. I got some money from the tooth fairy. (It was the tooth) On the front on my teeth, on the right. After Susie's (his aunt) game I was wiggling my tooth. I pushed it all the way back and all the way forth. I twisted it and it got really loose. My mommy put dental floss on my tooth and crossed it around on my tooth and she pulled it really hard and it fell out. I just all my want all my friends and family to know that my tooth fell out. I am working on the other tooth. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Parenthesise are my words and the rest is Andrews.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie would like to tell everybody that my brother's tooth fell out. And I hope I play tea with them and I hope I see you again, bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-4884029892446579522?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/4884029892446579522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=4884029892446579522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4884029892446579522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4884029892446579522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/06/andrews-big-news-in-his-own-words.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Big News in his own words'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sj0qADknAhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Sa9FUqav1Zw/s72-c/P1100782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3342543286960530071</id><published>2009-04-10T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:20:09.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's Photography</title><content type='html'>I have added a new gadget called Gracie's Photography (It is in the right column). This year at school my kids entered the reflection contest (for the first time).  They took pictures on one of our hikes and won in their categories.  Since then they (both Gracie and Andrew) love to take pictures.  Gracie seems to be the one who is constantly taking pictures and she has such an interesting point of view.  So I started this segment primarily because my family always wants to see her photos.  So (drum roll please) I am sharing them with the world...well my world.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3342543286960530071?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3342543286960530071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3342543286960530071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3342543286960530071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3342543286960530071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gracies-photography.html' title='Gracie&apos;s Photography'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-7789494813278813036</id><published>2009-04-09T10:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:25:32.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sd9xf3X-6WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Uwsle4MaIMQ/s1600-h/P1070803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323098076829641058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sd9xf3X-6WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Uwsle4MaIMQ/s320/P1070803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California Beach Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I dare say it....but I hope and pray that spring is here to stay. (Yes I am a poet) I love the stinking fresh air. We have been outside everyday this week and man I cannot believe what a difference it makes. I am the kind of person that goes with the flow. So I didn't realize how much the weather was disappointing me and making me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apathetic&lt;/span&gt;. Now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; happier and with more energy and I make the time to be with my kids and dog playing outside. My house cleaning and business seem to take a back burner and because of that I feel more balance and less guilty about juggling time with my kids. Anyways I wanted to wish you all a happy Spring Break and Easter and we love you. Maybe we will see you soon...outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sd9xgHPE1KI/AAAAAAAAATY/ob1i-theBb8/s1600-h/P1070811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323098081087247522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sd9xgHPE1KI/AAAAAAAAATY/ob1i-theBb8/s320/P1070811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Granny's Garden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-7789494813278813036?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/7789494813278813036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=7789494813278813036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7789494813278813036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7789494813278813036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here?!?'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/Sd9xf3X-6WI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Uwsle4MaIMQ/s72-c/P1070803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-798091699713066470</id><published>2009-03-20T17:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:15:09.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Alive!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No really....I am back and I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. I have had a little free time and I have been able to read, think and blog. Exactly what I needed. So I have been bitten by the blog bug and I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple things to report, tomorrow you can buy the Twilight DVD and in honor of that you have to check out this website, that Jake and I love, it is a 30 second reenactment of popular movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com/"&gt;http://www.angryalien.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy and let me know what you think? Also my girlfriend sent me a picture from the New Moon movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/ScQw0JG-GRI/AAAAAAAAATI/p-TqxwR6pnc/s1600-h/newmoonedward%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315427132560513298" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/ScQw0JG-GRI/AAAAAAAAATI/p-TqxwR6pnc/s320/newmoonedward%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know kindof sexy, I am glad Jake is so secure.  Next blog entry I want to tell you about my little out of town adventure and on that note. I will chitchat witcha soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out, Rachel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-798091699713066470?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/798091699713066470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=798091699713066470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/798091699713066470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/798091699713066470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-alive.html' title='I Am Alive!!!!'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/ScQw0JG-GRI/AAAAAAAAATI/p-TqxwR6pnc/s72-c/newmoonedward%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3035164786792800323</id><published>2009-01-27T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:15:41.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in Bionicals (what is interesting about bionicals?) That they have guns and swords. The fight bad bionicals, one is named Macuda(I am not sure on the spelling) That is the evil masters name. I have all three movies of Bionicals. I also like transformer. I love my best buddies: Hyrum, Logan, Carter, Britton, Jonas and Andy. (Why are they your best friends?) Cause they are really nice to me and they're fun. And I like them. I have known them for a long long long long long time. (What else do you like?) Transformers, my family, Jesus. I like Battleship, because you get to play it with your friends and its easy to play it on 2 player or 1player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye friends. We are together and we like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel's thoughts or questions are in parenthesise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3035164786792800323?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3035164786792800323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3035164786792800323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3035164786792800323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3035164786792800323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/01/andrew.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-513250482322970353</id><published>2009-01-12T21:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:46:47.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Holy cow! It has been a while...I bet you thought I had given up the addiction? No that will never happen. I did have a great Christmas. It seemed to fly by so fast and when it was over, I was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;During the season my family got to do some things in the spirit of Christmas and that was so rewarding and made the season so much more. My kids were aware of others and their needs and wanted to help. I think it made everything matter more and so I was catching myself getting teary at things, even cheesy commercials and I am NOT pregnant. I love feeling aware and not numb.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the holiday was the long break. It was so great to spend it with the four of us, together all the time. It felt like we really needed that. The snow storms that forced us to stay home and just enjoy each others company with no distractions...no one needing our attention.&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and sisters were all in town and it just feels right to be together. I love them all and wish we could get together all the time. I am so appreciative of the out-of-towners making the effort to be in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close this...I want to express to you all that we love you and we are so lucky to have you in our lives. Thank you for being you. I know that I can think of many memories, advice or examples they have influenced me. At this time of reflection as I am getting ready for the new year...I feel so fortunate to have such incredible friends and family. I know I don't keep in touch as much as I should, especially with you who live far from us. I think of you (everyone)and miss you and smile and long for you and I want you to know that you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Have a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-513250482322970353?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/513250482322970353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=513250482322970353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/513250482322970353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/513250482322970353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5929813369302272950</id><published>2008-12-01T10:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:45:33.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I was tagged by Nicole to write what I am thankful for and here is my list. They are not necessarily in order except for the first three. I will stop it at 50, otherwise I could go on and on and who knows when it will end:&lt;br /&gt;1. My Jake&lt;br /&gt;2. My Andrew&lt;br /&gt;3. My Gracie&lt;br /&gt;4. Family, near and far&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends&lt;br /&gt;6. My parents and the way they raised me.&lt;br /&gt;7. My faith&lt;br /&gt;8. Our blessings&lt;br /&gt;9. Our home&lt;br /&gt;10. Bella and Toby&lt;br /&gt;11. Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;12. Fall&lt;br /&gt;13. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;14. Music&lt;br /&gt;15. Amazing Teachers&lt;br /&gt;16. Great phone conversations&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lece&lt;/span&gt; Lu&lt;br /&gt;18. My Nephews and Niece&lt;br /&gt;19. Giving&lt;br /&gt;20. Our Health&lt;br /&gt;21. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;22. Our Bishop&lt;br /&gt;23. Blogs&lt;br /&gt;24. Harry Potter with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;25. Reading&lt;br /&gt;26. New Babies&lt;br /&gt;27. Jake's Job&lt;br /&gt;28. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;29. Traditions&lt;br /&gt;30. The mountains and their beauty&lt;br /&gt;31. Campfires and songs and stories&lt;br /&gt;32. Outings&lt;br /&gt;33. Library&lt;br /&gt;34. DVR&lt;br /&gt;35. Running&lt;br /&gt;36. Good Neighbors&lt;br /&gt;37. Sense of Community&lt;br /&gt;38. Talents&lt;br /&gt;39. Awesome Sisters&lt;br /&gt;40. Entertaining Brothers&lt;br /&gt;41. Childhood Stories&lt;br /&gt;42. Good Advice&lt;br /&gt;43. Being Alive&lt;br /&gt;44. Happy&lt;br /&gt;45. Pointy Boots/Shoes&lt;br /&gt;46. Colors&lt;br /&gt;47. Fresh Air&lt;br /&gt;48. Ocho&lt;br /&gt;49. Gracie's Songs&lt;br /&gt;50. Andrew's loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5929813369302272950?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5929813369302272950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5929813369302272950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5929813369302272950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5929813369302272950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving-to-one-and-all.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5118857734670039222</id><published>2008-11-28T11:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:25:57.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STQcB2ktToI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ePkFUeAo__4/s1600-h/twilightmovie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274871881712619138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STQcB2ktToI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ePkFUeAo__4/s320/twilightmovie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vampires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STA9mPMPWOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cfm9xx6Pslw/s1600-h/twilight+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273782890773043426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STA9mPMPWOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cfm9xx6Pslw/s320/twilight+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim, Me and Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STA9l7PiycI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4gSJJ8V1E4o/s1600-h/twilight+crazy+fans"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273782885418191298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STA9l7PiycI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4gSJJ8V1E4o/s320/twilight+crazy+fans" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with some Harry Potter fans. They &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were funny and way into character &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama geeks! (I can say that I am one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight.....it was a blast. As you probably tell from the pictures I went to a midnight screening with my friends Kim and Nicole. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; fun, we had such a great time with way to much giggling. As we were waiting for our movie to start, Melissa a theater employee kept coming and scolding us. She explained how to correctly read our tickets and such. Poor thing to have to work that late. Before the movie started when the lights up I yelled "I love you Edward" and "Edward you can suck my blood." It was so entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the movie I thought it was filmed so beautifully. A lot of the details were much more simple in my mind. For example Charlie's house was tiny, a starter home and in the movie it was full of character. I felt like they were true to the book and really stuck to the story. Of course they couldn't put in everything, however they showed the main characters intimately talking and it established their relationship pretty clearly. I felt like Kristin Stewart was an awesome Bella, much better than book Bella (for me). Edward, he is so hot right now....he was very handsome and mysterious. I thought they had great chemistry and you believed their "Romeo and Juliet" love at first sight(not literally, because at his first glance he looked like he was going to puke). All the vampires were captivating and cool, however Jasper was just laughable. I hope in the next movie he gets some lines and chills a bit. I like how all the normal kids were hilarious and established; even though they didn't have much screen time. I liked Charlie so much. He was 3 dimensional and a real father, it the book for me he was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt; there. I think that Jacob is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;likeable&lt;/span&gt; and young and it will be interesting to watch him grow into the character. The fight scene (literally) again was better in the movie than in my head. I picture a small sunlit rectangular studio (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kearns&lt;/span&gt; Highs) and not an elaborate ornate arched structure. It was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soundtrack is amazing and the songs get in your head. I highly recommend it. I went and saw Twilight again on Wednesday with Jake and he liked it. Whew! Before I saw it for the second time, I could not wait to see it again and so that is my ultimate review. I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5118857734670039222?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5118857734670039222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5118857734670039222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5118857734670039222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5118857734670039222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/STQcB2ktToI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ePkFUeAo__4/s72-c/twilightmovie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1145477220349782376</id><published>2008-11-17T23:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:36:03.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SSJh7Rc10jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SouoHIox1zk/s1600-h/twilight_span.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269882184901448242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SSJh7Rc10jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SouoHIox1zk/s320/twilight_span.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake sent me an article today about the Twilight craze...it was in the NY Times and I posted the address below. It is about the Twilight mall tour. A mall tour, how teeny bopper can you get. Apparently Rob Pattinson and maybe other cast members are touring malls(-I have to say it again) making appearances. And it is utter mayhem. The article is hilarious. It is about mothers and daughters sleeping out to spot a glimpse of "Edward" and crying, shaking, stunned silent or screaming. They compare it to the Beatles hysteria. As I was reading this I thought first about how old Rob Pattinson is (22) and felt weird about mothers and daughters alike dying to catch a glimpse. However, don't get me wrong I love the series and think it is very romantic, but after reading this article my perspective is altered and maybe, yes maybe, it made me feel old and I wish this kid was 35. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part is Rob's comments about separating the story from reality. It sounds to me like he cannot fathom the surrounding lunatics(make sure you are using an English accent). “What is with all the screaming?” Mr. Pattinson asked when he came out. He absently ran his hand through his hair. Pandemonium ensued. He tugged at his white T-shirt in response, ever so nervously. Oh, boy. Then he laughed good-naturedly at the absurdity of it all. The smile was just a bit too much. A girl in a “Team Edward” shirt fell into the arms of her friend. 'I can’t stand it!' she said. " If I do that opening night, someone please hit me. It is a good laugh. Jake sent the message with a comment "that Edward is so hot right now." Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/17/movies/17twil.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/17/movies/17twil.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1145477220349782376?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1145477220349782376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1145477220349782376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1145477220349782376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1145477220349782376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-craze.html' title='Twilight Craze'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SSJh7Rc10jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SouoHIox1zk/s72-c/twilight_span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5951079955144922347</id><published>2008-11-06T10:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:01:16.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-29.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355571615273&amp;amp;site=widget-29.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355571615273&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-29.slide.com/p1/2954361355571615273/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355571615273&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-29.slide.com/p2/2954361355571615273/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355571615273&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-29.slide.com/p4/2954361355571615273/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good one this year. We all dressed up and I felt like I was on top of things. I don't know about you but every year I feel like I am running myself ragged trying to be everywhere and you would think just simplify, well it is not that easy. I want to go everywhere. This Halloween it was just me and the kids (no babysitting) and we went to Andrew's school, I was a PTA mom or room mother, is what they called them when I was a kid and I was so happy to be there. I adore Andrew's and Gracie's teachers they are loving and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nurturing&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy little kids. I feel like they enjoy their innocents and I really approve. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Andrew's school we played games, they made spider hats and frosted cookies. I brought a gross game, pin the wart on the witch. The kids chewed bubble gum and then blindfolded they tried to stick it on a poster of a witch. One little girl had never had gum before, because it was bad for her teeth and after her turn, she begged me for more. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Jake's work and there we did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; makeup and showed off our costumes. Half of the office dressed up and this was a big change from last year. I think it is Jake's influence, he loves Halloween; I think it might be his favorite holiday. He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hirschi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;. (they like candy) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lunas&lt;/span&gt; and Joey &amp;amp; Nathans. Then it was off to Ogden. First we stopped at our friend, Holly house and they recreate Hogwarts and I tell you it is impressive. They have a big yard and when you walk down the long driveway there is a 9 3/4 train stop. With luggage and Hedwig. Then there is the fat lady over to the right and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; for the password and is so much sweeter than Mrs. Black, who sat there years before, screamed names and insults. Rita Skeeter (Holly, our adopted auntie) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Guildaroy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lochhardt&lt;/span&gt; were there immediately signing autograph and writing false stories. Next we ran into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hagrid&lt;/span&gt; and there was Luna with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Buckbeak&lt;/span&gt;. there was a dragon smoking in the tree. They had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zipline&lt;/span&gt; where you could slide down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; bystanders threw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quaffles&lt;/span&gt; at the kids. This was one of my kids favorite parts. They had a T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hree Broomsticks&lt;/span&gt; and there they served &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; juice (thick apple juice). Then we went to the sorting hat and tamed the monster book. Gracie want to adopt the monster book and kept petting it and went back for another snuggle. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Weasley&lt;/span&gt; passed out the treats, which were a truffles packaged like a golden snitch. Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Trelawley&lt;/span&gt; read Andrews tea leaves, which had the grim glued in the bottom of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; tea cup. Dang Andrew got the grim and she read Gracie's palm, we found out that she loves her Mommy and Daddy and cats. Andrew's favorite part was talking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Olivander&lt;/span&gt; who taught kids how to cast the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;expecto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;patronus&lt;/span&gt;" spell and across the pond a stag lit up (a deer with white Christmas lights). He told me later, as he was holding my hand, that his two happy thoughts (because he went to there twice) were he loves his Daddy and he loves his family. What a dear. As we were leaving we saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dursleys&lt;/span&gt; getting Aunt Marge out of a tree, Vernon and Dudley were counting his presents and Dudley has a cute pink curly tail. We love this tradition and Holly and her family are amazing and so creative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that our Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Jaynie&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle Thom came with us and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Jaynie&lt;/span&gt; was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/span&gt; police, correcting names and making sure everyone got it right. I think they are going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tonks&lt;/span&gt; and Lupin next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Grandma and Grandpa. We went trick or treating around the neighborhood and Gracie peed in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt; costume. Yes the one I made in one day and stayed up to late to finish). Oh well, it was a busy, but fun day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5951079955144922347?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5951079955144922347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5951079955144922347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5951079955144922347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5951079955144922347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-9057290605843668086</id><published>2008-11-06T10:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:56:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogwarts Slide Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-8c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-8c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNM2xtzZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n6yI5_3jKgw/s320/P1050994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNNaVYP6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bs3ujNjIWIY/s1600-h/P1050991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265426175896338338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNNaVYP6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bs3ujNjIWIY/s320/P1050991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very bendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNMGrNuUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S6GaJBzBS3Q/s1600-h/P1050981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265426153439344962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNMGrNuUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S6GaJBzBS3Q/s320/P1050981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His is so tiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNLf1f4-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cS6wXabM5DM/s1600-h/P1050938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265426143013495778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNLf1f4-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cS6wXabM5DM/s320/P1050938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his little glance.  I am such a proud auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; and brother-in-law David had their first baby on Monday, November 3rd. His name is Caleb Corvus.  He was born 20 days early and weighed 5lbs. 12 oz.  He is 18 1/2 inches long.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; had to have a C-section, because he was breach, apparently he was folded in half.  David took the best picture of him sitting under the heat lamp and his legs were making a V shape and his toes were at his cheeks.  Holy cow it is one of the coolest baby pictures I've ever seen.  As Phebe says he is "very bendy."  Both mama and baby are doing great.  My mom, Mary and I went down to Cedar City on a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; whim Monday night and came home Tuesday morning.  It was fun hanging out with the girls (we missed Sarah) and seeing our little nephew/grandchild.  I always love to spend time with David and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt;, they are incredible people and going to be wonderful parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5635531469514120410?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5635531469514120410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5635531469514120410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5635531469514120410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5635531469514120410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-new-nephew.html' title='I Have A New Nephew'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SRKNM2xtzZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/n6yI5_3jKgw/s72-c/P1050994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-2795581381648373854</id><published>2008-11-02T00:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:41:49.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Requested</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SQ1ScCGp_II/AAAAAAAAAOI/8bgpnygZu28/s1600-h/DSC_7008-filtered.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263954181020580994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SQ1ScCGp_II/AAAAAAAAAOI/8bgpnygZu28/s320/DSC_7008-filtered.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neilsons&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://web.me.com/andrewtbagley/NieRecovery/Home.html"&gt;http://web.me.com/andrewtbagley/NieRecovery/Home.html&lt;/a&gt;), a couple who survived a tragic private plane crash. The husband and wife, Christian &amp;amp; Stephanie, remain in critical condition at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maricopa&lt;/span&gt; Burn Center. Christian has sustained burns on over 30% of his body. His wife Stephanie’s body was burned over 80%. These tragic circumstances break my heart and make me want to hold my family.&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website and their story. Please pray for them and their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-2795581381648373854?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/2795581381648373854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=2795581381648373854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/2795581381648373854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/2795581381648373854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-requested.html' title='Prayers Requested'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SQ1ScCGp_II/AAAAAAAAAOI/8bgpnygZu28/s72-c/DSC_7008-filtered.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-4085238946399184941</id><published>2008-10-13T22:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:09:50.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>First Day of School. First day of School. I always say it or think it like it is said in the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt; and I know you already know Andrew's excited response. He jumped up and down and woke up grinning from ear to ear. He was beaming about his outfit and breakfast and that we decided to walk and ride bikes. He proclaimed it was the best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;Gracie was a week later and she got in the tub that morning (also beaming) and after she got out she put on her backpack and proclaimed "I'm going to school naked." We read a library book about this and I know that is where she got the idea. Man she is funny. I have pictures, however they are wedding blackmail photos and I don't want to be flagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQohxGJV5I/AAAAAAAAANg/pF7x5XY67Gg/s1600-h/P1040563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871225628120978" style="CURSOR: hand" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQohxGJV5I/AAAAAAAAANg/pF7x5XY67Gg/s320/P1040563.JPG" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A display of his enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoiNbxcPI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y0VJSvlY4Zk/s1600-h/P1040570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871233235022066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoiNbxcPI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y0VJSvlY4Zk/s320/P1040570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoiVzKoiI/AAAAAAAAANw/jKHXiXi5uCI/s1600-h/P1040651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871235480625698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoiVzKoiI/AAAAAAAAANw/jKHXiXi5uCI/s320/P1040651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoihxXezI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fWV5fXPxVY8/s1600-h/P1040637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871238694304562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQoihxXezI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fWV5fXPxVY8/s320/P1040637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she went for the "nesting doll" type toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-4085238946399184941?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/4085238946399184941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=4085238946399184941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4085238946399184941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4085238946399184941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQohxGJV5I/AAAAAAAAANg/pF7x5XY67Gg/s72-c/P1040563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8036552303811651287</id><published>2008-10-13T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:46:39.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs</title><content type='html'>Okay mothers here is the question....what is the fascination with bugs?  Every bug, there is no discrimination.  I love the crouching down to get a better look and how every thing else stops.  The talking and moving and traffic and birds flying overhead.  Ahhh bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQjSvzeJZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W-8fuAyZSzw/s1600-h/P1040711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865470025180562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQjSvzeJZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W-8fuAyZSzw/s320/P1040711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Katydid, named Katy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQjS2eLj0I/AAAAAAAAANY/Bv6D8WV6UKo/s1600-h/P1040712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256865471814930242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQjS2eLj0I/AAAAAAAAANY/Bv6D8WV6UKo/s320/P1040712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crouching, I think we were late for soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOhSO9oKI/AAAAAAAAALY/RrbGB3nmfG4/s1600-h/P1030453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253746405297463458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOhSO9oKI/AAAAAAAAALY/RrbGB3nmfG4/s320/P1030453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOiobX8MI/AAAAAAAAALg/qOLIX2Zy4Q0/s1600-h/P1030456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253746428434968770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOiobX8MI/AAAAAAAAALg/qOLIX2Zy4Q0/s320/P1030456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys look so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOjO3ZmNI/AAAAAAAAALo/jfFjayCqRGc/s1600-h/P1030461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253746438753065170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkOjO3ZmNI/AAAAAAAAALo/jfFjayCqRGc/s320/P1030461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gracie who is not afraid of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8036552303811651287?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8036552303811651287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8036552303811651287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8036552303811651287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8036552303811651287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/bugs.html' title='Bugs'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SPQjSvzeJZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/W-8fuAyZSzw/s72-c/P1040711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-6086362291111711872</id><published>2008-10-13T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:35:14.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's First Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm8GaF-SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/byaG1bYTVfQ/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253773254258456866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm8GaF-SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/byaG1bYTVfQ/s320/July-Aug+2008+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm8qDQwgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PNCx8DFttcc/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His adult tooth has already grown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm9MMy7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XxGwihQh6PM/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253773272993164482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm9MMy7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XxGwihQh6PM/s320/July-Aug+2008+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to wiggle on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and eventually fell out one month later almost to the date August 23rd 2008. He was at a friends birthday party and he called me to share his big news. My baby is growing up! Everything Andrew is enthusiastic and the tooth fairy was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-6086362291111711872?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/6086362291111711872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=6086362291111711872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6086362291111711872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6086362291111711872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrews-first-loose-tooth.html' title='Andrew&apos;s First Loose Tooth'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkm8GaF-SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/byaG1bYTVfQ/s72-c/July-Aug+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1970206619097083150</id><published>2008-10-13T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:34:05.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Park in July</title><content type='html'>This is a my kids favorite park. If you haven't checked it out, you need to. It is located behind the West Jordan City Building, just off Redwood Rd and 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. (or 78&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I can never remember.) It has all these great local buildings and covered wagons and an incredible slide. My kids request this at least weekly and we can never go enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHcBXRc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8kf0ubpXbjo/s1600-h/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738618288173938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHcBXRc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8kf0ubpXbjo/s320/P1030393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the king of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHcpNWbTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w-aerWIPQVE/s1600-h/P1030394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738628983975218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHcpNWbTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w-aerWIPQVE/s320/P1030394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to play in a coach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHdAEtrrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rHUo1xouylw/s1600-h/P1030401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738635121766066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHdAEtrrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rHUo1xouylw/s320/P1030401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Andrew's Awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHegWIkDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xtzl3ddFUg4/s1600-h/P1030397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738660964634674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHegWIkDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xtzl3ddFUg4/s320/P1030397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; that the truth, she likes to be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHezaa6rI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7k5MSs1zYD0/s1600-h/P1030403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253738666082888370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHezaa6rI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7k5MSs1zYD0/s320/P1030403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sarah, Payton and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryleigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1970206619097083150?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1970206619097083150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1970206619097083150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1970206619097083150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1970206619097083150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/western-park-in-july.html' title='Western Park in July'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkHcBXRc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8kf0ubpXbjo/s72-c/P1030393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-7738899938796222154</id><published>2008-10-05T14:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:56:04.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons Summer 08</title><content type='html'>Every summer the kids take swimming lessons. This year Andrew jump off the diving board and Gracie was in a class without Mommy. Both of my kids love to swim and we spend the summer at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13814457c9a61e28" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13814457c9a61e28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60EDE1120F591E499EB6095D3B45820F91A0CF5C.3543B449D01A246B8DB86CB52F45845E60974A69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13814457c9a61e28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfWvnDOfd4sjDwes339RV_jR2T1o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew's Jump&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkopiuKKaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7vE2AIvNg98/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253775134464551330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkopiuKKaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7vE2AIvNg98/s320/July-Aug+2008+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkop5Pt9CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eKJbM5b-1uA/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253775140510888994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkop5Pt9CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eKJbM5b-1uA/s320/July-Aug+2008+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie Posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkoqeNmuCI/AAAAAAAAANA/nPFQaiMGijY/s1600-h/July-Aug+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253775150434138146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkoqeNmuCI/AAAAAAAAANA/nPFQaiMGijY/s320/July-Aug+2008+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie with teacher Ezra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-7738899938796222154?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13814457c9a61e28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/7738899938796222154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=7738899938796222154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7738899938796222154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7738899938796222154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/swimming-lessons-summer-08.html' title='Swimming Lessons Summer 08'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkopiuKKaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7vE2AIvNg98/s72-c/July-Aug+2008+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5029284726413611390</id><published>2008-10-05T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:39:39.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie's Shiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkeioT06rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_NQKvlm9Rfg/s1600-h/P1030859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253764020589357746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkeioT06rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_NQKvlm9Rfg/s320/P1030859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkejHkj-BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dXxDe5UAyKo/s1600-h/P1030860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253764028981049362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkejHkj-BI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dXxDe5UAyKo/s320/P1030860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie is one tough broad. She was playing over at the neighbors house and she was having so much fun. I know because she ran home twice opened the door and screamed "Mommy I'm having ho much hun." When I finally called her home for dinner she came reluctantly. We were sitting around the table and Jake noticed her eye. She told us that "a little boy hit her with a truck in her hace on an accident." No big deal. She couldn't be bother to tell me about her injury, but she ran home to tell me how delighted she was to be at her friends. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5029284726413611390?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5029284726413611390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5029284726413611390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5029284726413611390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5029284726413611390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracies-shinner.html' title='Gracie&apos;s Shiner'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkeioT06rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_NQKvlm9Rfg/s72-c/P1030859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-4470239824177239881</id><published>2008-10-05T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:55:35.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella'a First Hike</title><content type='html'>We took Bella on her first hike up Milcreek Canyon with David (my brother), Chris (life-long friend), Payton, Amanda (my girlfriends oldest), Andrew, Gracie and me.  I will say this again and again I love that my kids like to hike.  Here is a video of Gracie teaching Bella to fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9063f06cce1e9106" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9063f06cce1e9106%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFE2E98AA278AA7A93CF46E5B7C736078F6BDFBE.6E9BF60F2C99E5C06A5E5CDAE1C1844623365F80%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9063f06cce1e9106%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-AaqU1h_UBwa_Rk1_i9dh_X2Ao&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9063f06cce1e9106%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408755%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFE2E98AA278AA7A93CF46E5B7C736078F6BDFBE.6E9BF60F2C99E5C06A5E5CDAE1C1844623365F80%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9063f06cce1e9106%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF-AaqU1h_UBwa_Rk1_i9dh_X2Ao&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-b2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-b2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2954361355567286194&amp;site=widget-b2.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567286194&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p1/2954361355567286194/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567286194&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p2/2954361355567286194/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567286194&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p4/2954361355567286194/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-4470239824177239881?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9063f06cce1e9106&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/4470239824177239881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=4470239824177239881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4470239824177239881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4470239824177239881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/bellaa-first-hike.html' title='Bella&apos;a First Hike'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5289984721562237878</id><published>2008-10-05T11:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:06:24.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon 2008</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love Lagoon in the summertime. We went with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hirschi's&lt;/span&gt; and cousins and had so much fun. This year I realized that Andrew is my big kid. This happens frequently and it always has this shocking effect on me. Andrew and I stayed late with Aunt Kris and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaxon&lt;/span&gt;. We went on big kid rides (some made me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;queasy&lt;/span&gt;)and stay until it was dark. Grandpa and Grandma stayed with the little ones. Daddy had work and school. Andrew wanted to try roller coasters and was one inch to short, thank goodness. Here are some pictures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-f0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2954361355567277296&amp;site=widget-f0.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567277296&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p1/2954361355567277296/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567277296&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p2/2954361355567277296/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2954361355567277296&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f0.slide.com/p4/2954361355567277296/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5289984721562237878?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5289984721562237878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5289984721562237878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5289984721562237878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5289984721562237878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lagoon-2008.html' title='Lagoon 2008'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-447896179350863975</id><published>2008-10-05T11:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:51:21.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyscho Sprinkler Fun</title><content type='html'>I was just reviewing our early summer photos and it made me laugh watching these videos. First I have to tell you about our sprinkler, I thought it looked so darling when I bought it and definitely seemed to young for Andrew. However, I thought about Gracie and it seemed just right. It turned out to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychotic&lt;/span&gt;. Andrew and his friends love it but, most kids seemed intimidated by it. Gracie didn't dare run to close it. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82c4bdfd2232fe24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=deefc16bc593d62c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/447896179350863975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=447896179350863975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/447896179350863975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/447896179350863975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/10/pyscho-sprinkler-fun.html' title='Pyscho Sprinkler Fun'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8127166252881806687</id><published>2008-09-22T20:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:35:58.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Bella</title><content type='html'>We have an addition to our family. About two months ago, a friend from Jake's work, told Jake about his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wymerrammer&lt;/span&gt; puppies (he was selling). Jake called me twelve times that day. He kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teeter&lt;/span&gt;-tottering, back and forth-yes we are ready, no we aren't. I finally convinced him to look and we did. Holy cow, you would think that the kids were smitten,(which they were) but that was nothing compared to Jake. He had a smile from ear to ear and held her the whole way home. (from Willard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to the kids about her name and I wanted them to both have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;input&lt;/span&gt;. However, Gracie made a decision "Cinderella, Ella, Bella" I drew the line there. There was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kella&lt;/span&gt;, but I knew where it was going. All the while I kept asking Andrew for any ideas? And he just said I don't know. Of course Gracie started calling her Bella for short and the name stuck. So poor Andrew; we are lucky he is so even tempered and sweet. I told him he could name the next pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So below are some pictures of our beauty, our Bella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkHCtR_7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1JEa5_OHiJ8/s1600-h/Puppies6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055437848969138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkHCtR_7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1JEa5_OHiJ8/s320/Puppies6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our baby...her first pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkHUOt99I/AAAAAAAAAKA/dicMTtqpc0Y/s1600-h/Puppies8.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRUNQpGWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jtwE4Q0N_1U/s1600-h/P1030656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253749479158913378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRUNQpGWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jtwE4Q0N_1U/s320/P1030656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wouldn't love her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRT8Ian2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/1j3PyJvOC5Q/s1600-h/P1030651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253749474561007458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRT8Ian2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/1j3PyJvOC5Q/s320/P1030651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew has already overcome his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkGwLkbaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_p96_jaiwdM/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055432875732386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkGwLkbaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_p96_jaiwdM/s320/Labor+Day+08+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella at 3 months. I love how her fur and eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;match the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uintah&lt;/span&gt; dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkIFGB4QI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SYfUhKSL9yc/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055455669510402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkIFGB4QI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SYfUhKSL9yc/s320/Labor+Day+08+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sleeping Bella"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRTkG3eWI/AAAAAAAAALw/RZl8-K-15Rg/s1600-h/P1030663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253749468112058722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SOkRTkG3eWI/AAAAAAAAALw/RZl8-K-15Rg/s320/P1030663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8127166252881806687?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8127166252881806687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8127166252881806687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8127166252881806687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8127166252881806687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-bella.html' title='Mon Bella'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhkHCtR_7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1JEa5_OHiJ8/s72-c/Puppies6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1650151752587337523</id><published>2008-09-22T18:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:36:38.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day 08 Slide Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355565956626&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565956626&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/2954361355565956626/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565956626&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/2954361355565956626/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2954361355565956626&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p4/2954361355565956626/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=2954361355565956626&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1650151752587337523?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1650151752587337523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1650151752587337523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1650151752587337523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1650151752587337523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-08-slide-show.html' title='Labor Day 08 Slide Show'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8078912193875444355</id><published>2008-09-03T11:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:36:16.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna Labor Day Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eventful&lt;/span&gt; and rewarding camping trip this year. We had every Luna attend and some awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beckmans&lt;/span&gt; (Steven, my brother's, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt;). Speaking of Steven, he and Melissa flew in from LA, it felt right; it was never the same without them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt; and David came up from Cedar City and she is so cute pregnant and her belly is pretty small compared to all her pregnant girlfriends. Everyone else is close and we get to see them often, however it's nothing like camping with them. We get to goof around and play games and eat like pigs. Heaven. While we are there we go hiking, fishing, ride horses, play games; take naps and shoot guns at targets. We have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KOOB&lt;/span&gt; competition (if you don't know what that is we have to play it). Some of my favorite moments from this years trip are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of us went on a hike and Gracie decided to turn it into a drill team competition. She ordered such commands as attention;"about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hace&lt;/span&gt;"; and my favorite Airplane, Monkey, Solider. Guess she payed attention in swimming lessens. There are a couple pictures of a group doing actions, following her lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a man hike, which is late at night, by yourself and with no flashlight. It sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; but surrounded by my protective brothers, it was a piece of cake. Every year we stay out late and talk and laugh and most importantly goof around...and it is normally orchestrated by my older brother Joey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such diverse weather during the weekend. It was perfect and chilly the first days and then it started raining and finally there was snow. I have pictures of this in the slide show with the landscape pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last night we were inside the cabin playing guitar and singing. We took turns adding a verse to a blues song and I am here to report that Jake cheated and sang in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. I loved my dad asking for Neal Young "Knocking on Heavens Door" whenever there was a lull, I think we sang that song the most. My brothers were shocked that Jake and I sang the words to a Violent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Femms&lt;/span&gt; song in front of my parents. My kids fell asleep in my mom's and Nathans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lap&lt;/span&gt; and Mona, Davids dog fell asleep in his lap with her feet basically in the air. Joey performed his Neal Diamond version of the primary song "Popcorn Popping On the Apricot Tree." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew and Gracie made best friends while we were there with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beckman's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; and there was one moment that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a "Copper and Todd" moment from the Fox and Hound. The boys were holding hands (I was fortunate to capture that in a picture, it is in the slide show.) and Andrew said "you know my friends at home I don't miss them" and Skyler said "you my best friend" and Andrew said "you're My best friend." They have known each other for a day and it is so simple. Really it is that simple. Honestly, I guess, resign to make it that simple. It was so precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, when Joey, David, Steven and I were little we used to spend about half our year at this camp. My dad works for the Boy Scouts. It was the best education and recreational exercise. I took a couple pictures of our cabin and the historic burnt down cabin that was our fort. Here are they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOIYKs6MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eDesQCQVuZk/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249031271533570242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOIYKs6MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eDesQCQVuZk/s320/Labor+Day+08+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOI9bivLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kLSKD_asJ1E/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249031281536318642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOI9bivLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kLSKD_asJ1E/s320/Labor+Day+08+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOJDqHwDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zhBp6-DQgA8/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249031283208077362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOJDqHwDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zhBp6-DQgA8/s320/Labor+Day+08+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOJDqHwDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zhBp6-DQgA8/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOJDqHwDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zhBp6-DQgA8/s1600-h/Labor+Day+08+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8078912193875444355?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8078912193875444355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8078912193875444355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8078912193875444355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8078912193875444355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/09/luna-labor-day-campout.html' title='Luna Labor Day Campout'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SNhOIYKs6MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eDesQCQVuZk/s72-c/Labor+Day+08+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-292550452451020383</id><published>2008-08-29T00:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:28:12.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You are probably wondering where I have been...well it was a great summer. We had a lot going on which I will report on later with visuals. I hope everyone is doing well and I can't wait to reconnect. Since my last report I have been made the Relief Society President in my church and this has been time consuming. Hopefully I am learning how to balance and will be able to juggle blogging along with my other interest and past times. So a fun Rachel tidbit of info, I have totally devoured the Twilight book series by Stephenie Meyers. It has been exciting and unexpected falling in love with these characters. If you haven't read the series, I recommend it. Well Jake needs his computer and it is too late.  And I need to leave you wanting more. Until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-292550452451020383?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/292550452451020383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=292550452451020383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/292550452451020383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/292550452451020383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-has-been-while.html' title='It Has Been A While'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-4183306533759403052</id><published>2008-07-02T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:42.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGwEi87d4fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTRGk_MNPrw/s1600-h/Jake+in+Taiwan0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218551066733175282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGwEi87d4fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTRGk_MNPrw/s320/Jake+in+Taiwan0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Jake in Taiwan on a business trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-4183306533759403052?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/4183306533759403052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=4183306533759403052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4183306533759403052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/4183306533759403052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/07/jake.html' title='Jake'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGwEi87d4fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uTRGk_MNPrw/s72-c/Jake+in+Taiwan0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3690074504057251505</id><published>2008-06-29T19:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:43.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to Cedar City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the back story. Jake has a crazy summer with school and work. I decided to take my already planned vacation (to visit my sister Liz and her husband David in Cedar City) while he was going to Taiwan for a business trip. While we were there we went on a camping trip to see Zion, Bryce Canyon and Cedar Breaks. It was so beautiful and way to much fun. Here are some excerpts from our adventures (from an email I sent to Jake describing the trip):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you,&lt;br /&gt;I just read your emails to the kids and Andrew said you better give us a kiss, so they are all kissed and a waiting you next email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew wants to chat with you.... Daddy you are the best Dad out of everybody. I hope you are safe at Taiwan. We went camping and me and David and Gracie had a whole bunch of fun. We sat by the fire. We became a junior park ranger at Cedar Breaks. We got to listen to a ranger and do some stuff on the little book thingie. My favorite was Zion with the hiking when the rocks were crying (I took the kids only on a short hike up to weeping rock, it was our last hike and we had such a blast. We had many stops along the way. We kept it really casual and relax.) I loved to see and collect the fossils. The fossil were like those white things stuck in the rock. The fossils were stars. Daddy we saw lava rocks and I have a surprise for you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie says: He plays with my toys. When we was going up the mountains and (we saw) the waterfalls. I want to go to Disneyland tomorrow not right now. My favorite part about camping was going for a walk. (I am trying to get specifics, but she is achooing or burping or biting her arm and now she's back to Polly-pockets.) Goodbye Daddy...I love you. Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Well we left you in LA and on your way to Taiwan and we set out on the road. We drove to a lookout of Zion and took pictures. Then we were on to Cedar Breaks where the kids became Junior Ranger by attending and interview a ranger and listening to her discussion about the monument. Then David (my brother-in-law) took the kids on a little hike and taught them about spruces, pines and fir trees. There they bonded with him I think and they really never let him go. David and Andrew went everywhere together and his word or activity was more important than mine. This evolved a very different side of Andrew. He got in trouble for it, but I cracked the whip and he got back in line.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I figured out some things with my camera, how to use the macro...focus stuff. That camera is so cool, thank you everyday. We then left and drove toward Bryce and along the way we stopped to check out lava rock and we collected wild flowers for Gracie and a locus shell which we played with for a while and Andrew attached it to his shirt. He is such a boy. Andrew wants me to tell you that David said there were all kinds of snakes, (rattlesnakes) in the lava rocks. Next we had made it to Bryce and set up camp. We left David at the campsite to start a fire, because it was late and we needed to get dinner going for these kids. At Bryce Point Andrew didn't want Liz (my sister) holding his hand and was rushing all over the edge and there were no gates. My heart was racing and honestly I didn't like Bryce because it was not kid friendly and I was afraid of heights only for the kids sake...it was terrifying. I put them to bed and started fresh. It was warm and we slept in our van on top of the sleeping bags which was a first.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was perfect. We went to a small two street town, and collected fossils, they were so amazing. We hiked to the top of this boulder and David told us to rest while he looked for them and we were sitting on them. They were so little. We will show you when we get back. When we arrived at Zion it was at least 101 degrees and stinking hot, Liz almost threw-up in the car (the joys of being pregnant). We stopped at the checkerboard mountain and then straight to the visitors center where we got cool and regrouped. Then we ate lunch got wet bandannas and the kids looked like pirates (or Cinderella or Wendy depending on the moment). We first hiked to the emerald pools. It started out as just the lower but then we went to the middle and the upper and the upper pool was so cool and Andrew and I attempted to go exploring but he slipped and got his shoes wet. That hike was about 2 1/2-3 miles. Aren't you proud of your kids. We ate snacks and bused up to Weeping Rock where we Hirschis went ourselves and last we went to the river-walk hike where we walk to the river and threw rocks in it. I asked Gracie what was her favorite part and she said the rocks in the river. I carried Gracie for most of the pool hike, but she hiked to the lower pool by herself and to weeping rock by herself. Andrew was a great hiker, he did it all and was ready to do more. I wanted to get as much as we could in a 6 hour period, but was willing to throw in the towel the moment it wasn't fun or the kids were too tired. They were troopers and wanted more. It was so gorgeous and I took to many pictures, however I love it.&lt;br /&gt;However I am a proud mama, and also proud of myself for doing this even without you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsTKqoTdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0AjTFlppFzg/s1600-h/P1020717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468876101012946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsTKqoTdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0AjTFlppFzg/s320/P1020717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the kids at Bryce Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsWpUIpxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YNXYcMSHqfE/s1600-h/P1020743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217468935867770642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsWpUIpxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YNXYcMSHqfE/s320/P1020743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsce0wRxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rIFisZ7BK7k/s1600-h/P1020745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217469036131010322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsce0wRxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rIFisZ7BK7k/s320/P1020745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fossils we discovered...can you see the star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsfdPVV8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/VUYpIGg3zWQ/s1600-h/P1020760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217469087245227970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsfdPVV8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/VUYpIGg3zWQ/s320/P1020760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no retouching, the kids were really this close to a deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsgnVXSqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tshzrTS1odE/s1600-h/P1020852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217469107134745250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsgnVXSqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tshzrTS1odE/s320/P1020852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hirschi hike to Weeping Rock, it is crying behind us.&lt;br /&gt;Gracie sang to it to get it to calm down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3690074504057251505?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3690074504057251505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3690074504057251505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3690074504057251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3690074504057251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-to-cedar-city.html' title='Vacation to Cedar City'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGgsTKqoTdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0AjTFlppFzg/s72-c/P1020717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3332969347558963805</id><published>2008-06-29T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:44.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from our vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6PlT40hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-kiPlKGae8Q/s1600-h/P1020640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484207696695826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6PlT40hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-kiPlKGae8Q/s320/P1020640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stump looks like Davey Jones from "Pirates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6P3_PTwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vCZGUTdO69g/s1600-h/P1020671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484212710362882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6P3_PTwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vCZGUTdO69g/s320/P1020671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew pointed out this log that looks like a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6QY25z1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IJScV2VBf_0/s1600-h/P1020730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484221533769554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6QY25z1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/IJScV2VBf_0/s320/P1020730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce in the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6QwaCQPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-9zLBe7po5k/s1600-h/P1020770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484227855139058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6QwaCQPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-9zLBe7po5k/s320/P1020770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie said we found Pooh Bear's honey tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6RZmQauI/AAAAAAAAAJA/to0C8IsWI24/s1600-h/P1020775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217484238912252642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6RZmQauI/AAAAAAAAAJA/to0C8IsWI24/s320/P1020775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion...Breathe in the beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3332969347558963805?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg6PlT40hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-kiPlKGae8Q/s72-c/P1020640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8328376366766043264</id><published>2008-06-29T19:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:44.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg22gyfS9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7y_1IOFvq5I/s1600-h/P1020674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480478451256274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg22gyfS9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7y_1IOFvq5I/s320/P1020674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and David (my sister and brother-in-law) with the kids. (Cedar Breaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg23JngBbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zeghG6FwgOY/s1600-h/P1020703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480489411020210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg23JngBbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zeghG6FwgOY/s320/P1020703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the locus shell on his shirt. (Lava Rocks on the way to Bryce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg23uA5-OI/AAAAAAAAAII/zNhimsGT4Bk/s1600-h/P1020853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480499181254882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg23uA5-OI/AAAAAAAAAII/zNhimsGT4Bk/s320/P1020853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a waterfall. (Zion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg236JD3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9TjoCwEcGkE/s1600-h/P1020829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480502436683458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg236JD3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9TjoCwEcGkE/s320/P1020829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hankerchief was wet and kept us cool. (Zion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg24CC-8OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GJUFkEW5sSM/s1600-h/P1020892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217480504558678242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg24CC-8OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GJUFkEW5sSM/s320/P1020892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us at the end of the trip. (Zion)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8328376366766043264?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8328376366766043264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8328376366766043264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8328376366766043264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8328376366766043264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-pictures-from-our-vacation.html' title='More Pictures...'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SGg22gyfS9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/7y_1IOFvq5I/s72-c/P1020674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1236488936543159249</id><published>2008-06-14T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:46.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>One of the things I loved about Andrew's school was all of the farm animals that visited his class. There was lambs, goats, chicks, parakeets and rabbits. His teacher, Ms. Barbara, grew up on a farm and she brought some of these animals brand new. The chicks came as eggs, hatched and some struggled and didn't make it and one has special needs. What a great way to teach kids about life and the complexities. Once she brought a baby goat, Andrew held it and it peed on him. You would think this would make Andrew question this whole experience, but it is funny to him. I think he thinks he was pretty lucky it happened to him, he got to wear home the emergency clothes (which he thought were the coolest) and he had bragging rights. Below are pictures of the kids with animals from Ms. Babara's childhood farm. At Andrew's preschool graduation they had this great petting zoo. Gracie is really my animal lover and I could not get her to look at a picture or leave, what a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa01BNjwbI/AAAAAAAAADY/lHvhN1i1dOw/s1600-h/P1010899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048842051928498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa01BNjwbI/AAAAAAAAADY/lHvhN1i1dOw/s320/P1010899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gosling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa03P9pfHI/AAAAAAAAADg/ySktwa9uGaI/s1600-h/P1010912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048880371465330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa03P9pfHI/AAAAAAAAADg/ySktwa9uGaI/s320/P1010912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa03iFHCXI/AAAAAAAAADo/cSUAVc_lI7A/s1600-h/P1010927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048885234600306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa03iFHCXI/AAAAAAAAADo/cSUAVc_lI7A/s320/P1010927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa036ah-_I/AAAAAAAAADw/CVCzmj4E_hA/s1600-h/P1010940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048891766897650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa036ah-_I/AAAAAAAAADw/CVCzmj4E_hA/s320/P1010940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa056plYdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b96h0Q5_1Os/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208048926189773266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa056plYdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b96h0Q5_1Os/s320/P1010935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two goats, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lambie&lt;/span&gt;. Gracie now wants a "lambie" for a pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1236488936543159249?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1236488936543159249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1236488936543159249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1236488936543159249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1236488936543159249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/petting-zoo.html' title='Petting Zoo'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEa01BNjwbI/AAAAAAAAADY/lHvhN1i1dOw/s72-c/P1010899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-3459095858049638437</id><published>2008-06-05T00:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:01:09.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d9a0986729db378" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d9a0986729db378%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DD459E447F03126BC6B8BA5D2114FD0282112B8.2BF03B28F0F36D09FA9B6487826EACC3C845B90D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d9a0986729db378%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwyKPjEIw3qa3sHufW-ameW_rNgk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d9a0986729db378%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DD459E447F03126BC6B8BA5D2114FD0282112B8.2BF03B28F0F36D09FA9B6487826EACC3C845B90D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d9a0986729db378%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwyKPjEIw3qa3sHufW-ameW_rNgk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Andrew's Preschool Graduation the kids sang songs that they learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the year. Here is a catchy little number. I love Andrew animated hands. He was cracking me up during the whole performance. When he recognized us in the audience he told his buddy and then stood up in the middle of the song and did a famous Andrew jig. Also during a set up of the Halloween song Andrew decided to breakout into the "I'm a little teapot" actions. What goes through his mind? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-3459095858049638437?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d9a0986729db378&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/3459095858049638437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=3459095858049638437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3459095858049638437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/3459095858049638437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-7857670578436377295</id><published>2008-06-04T22:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't Grandparents the Best!</title><content type='html'>My kids are lucky to have such involved and darling sets of Grandparents who make everything so fun. I like the differences in the dynamic aspects of parent vs. grandparent roles. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandparents&lt;/span&gt; are allowed to give in, spoil and treat any time anyplace. Parents keep it in check and if they spoil, often feel it was a mistake. I think deep down we all want to reward and treat, however it can come with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;, it is good grandparents are there to embellish without worry. (Here are some pictures are of Jake's parents at our Memorial camping trip). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3dWUrSkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sm5-7nmTGiM/s1600-h/P1020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262840169482818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3dWUrSkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sm5-7nmTGiM/s320/P1020136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the determined expression on the kids faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3cymFZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xGZs4nBSNXA/s1600-h/P1020164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262830578820946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3cymFZ1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/xGZs4nBSNXA/s320/P1020164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3d1sxkLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wKZ5KP9cPmw/s1600-h/P1020214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262848592056498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3d1sxkLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wKZ5KP9cPmw/s320/P1020214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to do this to my dad when we were kids. We would be asleep in the camper and he would reach up, tickle us and then we would jump on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3eduIy7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/KqKcoFAvNO4/s1600-h/P1020160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262859335191474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3eduIy7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/KqKcoFAvNO4/s320/P1020160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3eu6O6KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Mgxl3a6bK0/s1600-h/P1020239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208262863949326498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3eu6O6KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Mgxl3a6bK0/s320/P1020239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt; that is so addictive...yes I am talking about birdwatching. We love hummingbirds and notice I am holding the feeder. Isn't that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-7857670578436377295?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/7857670578436377295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=7857670578436377295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7857670578436377295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/7857670578436377295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/arent-grandparents-best.html' title='Aren&apos;t Grandparents the Best!'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEd3dWUrSkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sm5-7nmTGiM/s72-c/P1020136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-964669044742015704</id><published>2008-06-04T07:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love camping with my family. Here are a couple of pictures of our trip. We went camping with Jake's Parker side and there we had lots of fun. We went on hikes, some short and one longer. My kids are getting the age where there are so many possibilities and hiking is one of them. We played games, Barnyard Rummy is my favorite and if anyone is interested I will teach you...beware it is a long one. And we ate feasts, Jake says we eat better camping then we do at home. The kids liked to ride bikes, skip stones at the river and play baseball. There was chipmunks, humming birds, and plenty of dogs to occupy our animal interests. The weather was perfect, overcast and nice. It rained on us as we were leaving. All in all I would say a perfect weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalm4WRYLI/AAAAAAAAACw/GGybJNPBsAI/s1600-h/P1020074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208032106479968434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalm4WRYLI/AAAAAAAAACw/GGybJNPBsAI/s320/P1020074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and the kids at the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalnXCpgqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UWrRiYbAuQ4/s1600-h/P1010975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208032114719163042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalnXCpgqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UWrRiYbAuQ4/s320/P1010975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEaloVq7N1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Gv-ERPYec9A/s1600-h/P1020094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208032131531093842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEaloVq7N1I/AAAAAAAAADA/Gv-ERPYec9A/s320/P1020094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls or as Gracie calls us the "Galmore Girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalo58u7jI/AAAAAAAAADI/81_-0AqLQos/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208032141269462578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalo58u7jI/AAAAAAAAADI/81_-0AqLQos/s320/P1020105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man he is a cool kid. (Andrew told me to post this comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalpneQbGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C_xrVIPlPy4/s1600-h/P1020111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208032153489665122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalpneQbGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C_xrVIPlPy4/s320/P1020111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee is one of Jake's many talents, and it looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-964669044742015704?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/964669044742015704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=964669044742015704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/964669044742015704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/964669044742015704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-camping.html' title='Memorial Camping'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SEalm4WRYLI/AAAAAAAAACw/GGybJNPBsAI/s72-c/P1020074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-6707414749704540640</id><published>2008-05-28T09:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:59:46.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a9eb64a11fc7118" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9eb64a11fc7118%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B254365D7B78D5F38FC9B33D2AD5121A9139A9.44791EAB9508D606A2BFF6079944EE7A16276C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9eb64a11fc7118%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlbZkwWjuNj9uBHJLwqgl2TjVeTU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a9eb64a11fc7118%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330408756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B254365D7B78D5F38FC9B33D2AD5121A9139A9.44791EAB9508D606A2BFF6079944EE7A16276C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a9eb64a11fc7118%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlbZkwWjuNj9uBHJLwqgl2TjVeTU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun this holiday, Andrew learned an April Fools Day song at Preschool and sang it with such gusto.  We got his friends and schoolmates good with the sprained wrist gag.  However that wasn't the masterpiece we had the perfect prank planned for Jake...Jake was in Georgia and you know how you have no concept of dates when you are out of town.  Well Andrew let it slip that we bought a boxer puppy and I hurried and grabbed the phone (which was all planned).  So, we had him and he called all day with comments and questions like how old is she, she has to be exactly 49 days when you take her away from her mother.  Or where did she sleep? &lt;em&gt; In a kennel.  &lt;/em&gt;Did you buy it because it came with a cute little kennel?  You did, didn't you?   We started this first thing in the morning and finally by the end of the day, (when he realized what day it was and tried to catch us but failed) we let him know we were kidding.   Oh it was fun and now the kids really want a puppy, so don't be surprised if it happens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-6707414749704540640?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a9eb64a11fc7118&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/6707414749704540640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=6707414749704540640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6707414749704540640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6707414749704540640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-fools-day.html' title='April Fools Day'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8461017144943947190</id><published>2008-05-22T00:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:20:55.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thirty-Two</title><content type='html'>I had a great birthday on Tuesday, Jake took me on a date Monday night.  We went to the Cheesecake Factory (which was tasty) and to see a movie called Definitely, Maybe.  I was surprised how much I love it.  It seemed so real and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relatable&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it to anyone who has been in a relationship where the timing just isn't right.  Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8461017144943947190?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8461017144943947190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8461017144943947190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8461017144943947190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8461017144943947190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-thirty-two.html' title='I&apos;m Thirty-Two'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8201939763845262429</id><published>2008-05-16T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:58:42.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Pop's 90 something Birthday</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to Ogden for Jake's Grandpa birthday.  The extended family went golfing (It is amazing that Grandpa Pop and Grandma Rene are so active and doing fun and meaningful activities at their age.  Their full of life attitude is so inpirational.) and we Hirschi girls (excluding Kris, who was sick) went to Bueses Pond to feed the ducks.   It was gorgeous and the kids kept us running.  Here are a couple of pictues to illustrate the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8201939763845262429?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8201939763845262429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8201939763845262429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8201939763845262429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8201939763845262429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandpa-pops-90-something-birthday.html' title='Grandpa Pop&apos;s 90 something Birthday'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-8529375051771229224</id><published>2008-05-16T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3IEBIkiLI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHSCwDY7USM/s1600-h/P1010651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3IEBIkiLI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHSCwDY7USM/s320/P1010651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We took this for Daddy.  Me and the kids.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-8529375051771229224?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/8529375051771229224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=8529375051771229224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8529375051771229224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/8529375051771229224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-took-this-for-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3IEBIkiLI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHSCwDY7USM/s72-c/P1010651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5963472198487060265</id><published>2008-05-16T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HohIkiKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6BugwOSSLgc/s1600-h/P1010634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HohIkiKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6BugwOSSLgc/s320/P1010634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased Zane for that picture, you know the kind,&lt;br /&gt;looking straight into the camera.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5963472198487060265?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5963472198487060265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5963472198487060265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5963472198487060265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5963472198487060265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-chased-zane-for-that-picture-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HohIkiKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6BugwOSSLgc/s72-c/P1010634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5832483215501615402</id><published>2008-05-16T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HAxIkiJI/AAAAAAAAACI/FFRvPq20AHo/s1600-h/P1010668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HAxIkiJI/AAAAAAAAACI/FFRvPq20AHo/s320/P1010668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My cute nephews Jet and Zane.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5832483215501615402?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5832483215501615402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5832483215501615402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5832483215501615402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5832483215501615402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-cute-nephews-jet-and-zane.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3HAxIkiJI/AAAAAAAAACI/FFRvPq20AHo/s72-c/P1010668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-1154219011421362448</id><published>2008-05-16T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3GSBIkiII/AAAAAAAAACA/5YNFoDRzzak/s1600-h/P1010665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3GSBIkiII/AAAAAAAAACA/5YNFoDRzzak/s320/P1010665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Andrew is great with the younger kids and being&lt;br /&gt;the leader.  He is such a thoughtful, sweet kid.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-1154219011421362448?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/1154219011421362448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=1154219011421362448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1154219011421362448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/1154219011421362448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/andrew-is-great-with-younger-kids-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3GSBIkiII/AAAAAAAAACA/5YNFoDRzzak/s72-c/P1010665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5710484374130118587</id><published>2008-05-16T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:50.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3FxhIkiHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3F7-y9FEWP4/s1600-h/P1010662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3FxhIkiHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3F7-y9FEWP4/s320/P1010662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids are exploring.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5710484374130118587?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5710484374130118587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5710484374130118587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5710484374130118587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5710484374130118587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-are-exploring.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3FxhIkiHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3F7-y9FEWP4/s72-c/P1010662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-6741386648758594378</id><published>2008-05-16T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:51.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3EvRIkiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/R6K1itWmo1c/s1600-h/P1010619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3EvRIkiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/R6K1itWmo1c/s320/P1010619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gracie fell in the mud&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-6741386648758594378?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/6741386648758594378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=6741386648758594378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6741386648758594378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6741386648758594378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/gracie-fell-in-mud.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC3EvRIkiGI/AAAAAAAAABw/R6K1itWmo1c/s72-c/P1010619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-5013560187056823144</id><published>2008-05-16T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:51.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and the kids after the race.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2jIRIkiFI/AAAAAAAAABo/txOf5qyDUJw/s1600-h/P1010596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2jIRIkiFI/AAAAAAAAABo/txOf5qyDUJw/s320/P1010596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-5013560187056823144?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/5013560187056823144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=5013560187056823144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5013560187056823144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/5013560187056823144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-and-kids-after-race.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2jIRIkiFI/AAAAAAAAABo/txOf5qyDUJw/s72-c/P1010596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-939559665291705496</id><published>2008-05-16T09:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:52:51.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running for Grandpa</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I ran in the 5K race for the cure (of Cancer), it was soooo much fun. I got a great time and my husband and kids came to support me. It was good for the kids to see me doing something not for our family, but for me and my grandpa. Andrew kept telling everyone he went to his mommy's marathon, whoa don't know if that will happen in my lifetime....well never say never.&lt;br /&gt;I ran the race for my grandpa Manuel Luna who is such an incredible fighter, he is doing well, but still battling it day by day. This is his second bout and he has the best attitude and is so strong. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2i3RIkiEI/AAAAAAAAABg/VxfZpy1tT1A/s1600-h/P1010575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2i3RIkiEI/AAAAAAAAABg/VxfZpy1tT1A/s320/P1010575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-939559665291705496?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/939559665291705496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=939559665291705496' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/939559665291705496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/939559665291705496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-for-grandpa.html' title='Running for Grandpa'/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC2i3RIkiEI/AAAAAAAAABg/VxfZpy1tT1A/s72-c/P1010575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743518022503319418.post-6459093597079057538</id><published>2008-04-28T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:56:23.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The official beginning...I have been saying I would do this since my girlfriend left for China, however a year later I am finally getting around to this.  Well I am really excited to keep in touch with family and friends, keeping a record of what we do and sharing the funny stories I forget to fast.  I hope you enjoy it and I hope I keep updating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743518022503319418-6459093597079057538?l=rachelhirschi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/feeds/6459093597079057538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5743518022503319418&amp;postID=6459093597079057538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6459093597079057538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743518022503319418/posts/default/6459093597079057538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelhirschi.blogspot.com/2008/04/official-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel's thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04204271537460227836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wJmN9NI0eMY/SC5qehIkiNI/AAAAAAAAACo/fMVY83ITy1c/S220/P1010454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
