<?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-5589363515991721251</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:59:49.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hallum Family</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into our boring lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2033134697269958003</id><published>2008-10-22T13:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:35:03.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Mimi and Paw Paw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we have now been living with my parents for 3 1/2 weeks and we haven't been evicted yet and they haven't driven us completely crazy yet, so that's a pretty good sign. Patrick and my dad have been working TIRELESSLY at the new house. We are in, but not staying there yet. Hopefully this weekend though. I just feel very uneasy about moving in with the youngens when there are still 1000 boxes to be unpacked and everything is a mess! Patrick has painted several rooms and we are in the process of updating the kitchen, it's all going to be great! I'm especially looking forward to not having any more $400 gas bills like last month. (That is no joke, we seriously drive over the river that much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We take lots of walks. JD was so &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excited (I couldn't even get Caroline to look in my direction!). He must have been daydreaming of when he'll finally get to go hunting with his Paw Paw and use the pee hole (w/ funnel) that he has already made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we've been staying at Mimi and Paw Paws, the kids have had a few firsts: Caroline got to ride a 4 wheeler, &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel has had applesauce, his 1st veggie (green beans, what a mess!), and he army crawled for the first time a couple of days ago! The living room is a CONSTANT mess (thanks for pointing that out to us Aunt Melinda, we didn't know that.) as is the kitchen. We have not one, not two, but three pack n plays set up. I know we have racked up their water bills with all the showers and laundry that we do EVERY day. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my parents are wonderful and haven't complained once. I just know that when I hear the sound of my daddy clearing his throat (normally when one of the kids are fussing and he's trying to watch TV) that it's time to quickly leave the room!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel has had no problems sleeping at Paw Paw's. He just doesn't like to sleep at home (commonly referred to as the "new house").  Let's hope he gets over this soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Watch out, mom. I'm mobile now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2033134697269958003?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2033134697269958003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2033134697269958003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2033134697269958003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2033134697269958003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-with-mimi-and-paw-paw.html' title='Living with Mimi and Paw Paw'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5298778813061247998</id><published>2008-10-22T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:36:20.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Seals race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caroline, Daniel and I did the Easter Seals walk on Saturday, along with Lolly and Morgie and Mano! Patrick would have been there, but he was at the house working as usual. It was nice and cool and the kids enjoyed it. My favorite part was pushing the 500 lb double stroller over 2 curbs and spilling orange juice all over me AND the stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't my sissy look beautiful with her new darker do?! She has done so well on her diet the last couple of months and I am so proud of her! You go girl! The kids and I look forward to many more walks along the lake with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5298778813061247998?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5298778813061247998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5298778813061247998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5298778813061247998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5298778813061247998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/easter-seals-race.html' title='Easter Seals race'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7520795207172253963</id><published>2008-10-22T12:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:36:07.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7520795207172253963?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7520795207172253963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7520795207172253963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7520795207172253963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7520795207172253963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-fair-08.html' title='State Fair &apos;08'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4169305551765027161</id><published>2008-10-22T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:35:36.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel is half a year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel weighed an even 17 pounds at his 6 month checkup. I was surprised that he didn't weigh more. I think he's in the 50th percentile for both weight and height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got a picture where you can clearly see his 2 teeth! This was obviously taken long before he got cranky and fussy. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had to wait on the doctor FOREVER and he was not happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice that JD's picture is taken in a different bouncy seat in a different bedroom (my mom's sunroom.) We love you so much, John Daniel, and can't believe that you're already 6 months old!!!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4169305551765027161?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4169305551765027161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4169305551765027161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4169305551765027161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4169305551765027161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/daniel-is-half-year-old.html' title='Daniel is half a year old'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-9110662236518918490</id><published>2008-10-13T07:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:54:10.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September is updated!</title><content type='html'>Hello blogging world! I have spent way too much time trying to update our blog (anyone know how to do a slide show or change orientation of a picture, please let me know) that I am honestly embarrased. Here's the latest with us: should be able to move into new house this week! Patrick is planning on painting today and we'll start moving things over tomorrow if not today. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a super week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-9110662236518918490?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9110662236518918490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=9110662236518918490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9110662236518918490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9110662236518918490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-is-updated.html' title='September is updated!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2014557363786802830</id><published>2008-10-12T14:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:53:33.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to 11621 Shady Creek Drive!! We have loved our first home and I was so afraid that I would get emotional, with good reason. This was the only home that Patrick and I have ever shared, where we brought both of our babies home from the hospital, and where we have made tons of precious memories. But instead of getting emotional (which is typical for me) I think we are both excited about the new adventure that God has in store for us and all the new memories that we’ll make! God has been so good to us and we are so blessed:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute... when we came to the house one last time with the kids, Caroline ran in the house as usual. We couldn’t wait to see her&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; face when she saw her house completely empty. She immediately came to a halt, and with her arms stretched out and a very confused face said, “Where’d da tv go?” She said it over and over, and we just laughed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Daniel took advantage of that big empty living room to roll all around.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2014557363786802830?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2014557363786802830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2014557363786802830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2014557363786802830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2014557363786802830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4734961145518981739</id><published>2008-10-12T14:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:52:13.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 26, 2008 Last night in our first home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 26, 2008 Last night in our first home.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few weeks and a lot of details and here’s the latest: the girl ended up buying our house, we found a house in North Little Rock, and we were going to live with my parents until we could get into our new house. I tell you, a TOTAL God thing. We could have not orchestrated this any better, yet why do I have trouble putting my trust in God?! With every major decision and obstacle in my life, He has guided me and gotten me through it, yet I always tend to rely on my own strength and wisdom. But I know I can’t take this credit, all the glory goes to God. We are abundantly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel has always enjoyed bath time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the longest time after Caroline’s bath, she would run to the return-air vent next to Daniel’s room and just hover for a few minutes. Go figure!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Wheels on the Bus” to &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caroline and Daniel. “An Daniel’s turn!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how much I’ve grown!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last goodnight sugars in our 1st home! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4734961145518981739?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4734961145518981739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4734961145518981739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4734961145518981739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4734961145518981739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-26-2008-last-night-in-our.html' title='September 26, 2008 Last night in our first home.'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7043309152729140876</id><published>2008-10-12T14:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:39:47.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline is 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline helping her mama make “2” cookies to take to school for her birthday. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, sweet Caroline!&lt;br /&gt;Her special day started off with her favorite cinnamon waffle, Walmart Brand. Yum!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch she and her mama and&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother went to McDonald’s where she had her very 1st Happy Meal! She ate maybe 5 fries, no hamburger, but had a blast playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner we all went to Chick-fil-a. Why didn’t anyone tell us it was Terry Elementary night? There were kids EVERYWHERE! Since there were so many big &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1942-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;kids, she didn’t spend much time playing in the play area. Afterwards we came back home and all sang happy birthday to Caroline over a cupcake.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1947-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESENTS! You better watch out Caroline, or Daniel’s going to get your presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1958-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vroom, vroom! BTW, she was more excited about the Elmo than the car and he had to ride in the back with her every time!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1966-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“La, La, La, La! La, La, La, La, Caroline’s World! Caroline LOVES Elmo, so it was fitting that she have an Elmo birthday party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (I tried to do a slide show but couldn't get it to work?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 year check up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 lbs, 13 ounces&lt;br /&gt;32 7/8”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“This little piggy went to the market. This little piggy stayed home…”&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, Caroline! You are so loved!!! I can't believe you're already 2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/5589363515991721251-7043309152729140876?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7043309152729140876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7043309152729140876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7043309152729140876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7043309152729140876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/caroline-is-2.html' title='Caroline is 2!!!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-251141811065873781</id><published>2008-10-12T14:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:47:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Caroline pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not exactly what her car was intended for, but too cute not to take a picture. After that, climbing on the car is a “No! No!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline trying to put her brother’s diapers on her baby doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how does this thing work?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-251141811065873781?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/251141811065873781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=251141811065873781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/251141811065873781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/251141811065873781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-caroline-pictures.html' title='More Caroline pictures'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2487159988865611203</id><published>2008-10-12T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:46:52.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Daniel pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at how flexible that boy is!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2487159988865611203?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2487159988865611203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2487159988865611203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2487159988865611203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2487159988865611203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-daniel-pictures.html' title='More Daniel pictures'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-440610925494767424</id><published>2008-10-12T14:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:45:31.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1979-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1979-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick and I are so blessed to have both our families living in the Little Rock area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline LOVES her cousins! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1982-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD and his Aunt Lolly, who thought she’d never be an aunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma feeding JD.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-440610925494767424?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/440610925494767424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=440610925494767424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/440610925494767424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/440610925494767424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7637013486127429504</id><published>2008-10-12T14:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:44:39.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No habla espanol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, September 13th, Caroline’s sweet friends Mila and Areli came over to play. They’re &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting to do better playing together,&lt;br /&gt;but they mainly still play side by side instead of really with each other. The twins will be 2 in January!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7637013486127429504?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7637013486127429504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7637013486127429504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7637013486127429504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7637013486127429504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-habla-espanol.html' title='No habla espanol'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8569094229618353888</id><published>2008-10-12T14:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:43:30.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallum kiddos</title><content type='html'>Daniel is 5 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting good sugars from Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline is convinced that is she NOT too big for Daniel's toys! (BTW, this is not an action picture. That is Caroline bedhead and its best.)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel loves to play on the keyboard. “He’s so alert!”&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We start ‘em out early at the Hallum house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that work will wear a little girl out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daniel reading “One Bear in the Bedroom”, one of his sissy’s favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-8569094229618353888?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8569094229618353888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8569094229618353888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8569094229618353888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8569094229618353888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallum-kiddos.html' title='Hallum kiddos'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7052923519688930969</id><published>2008-10-12T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:39:51.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, September 7th we got some great news: A girl who had already looked at our house twice that weekend wanted to look at it one more time before deciding between our house and another house. I was feeding Daniel in the nursery when Patrick ran in with Sarah (best friend and realtor) on the cell phone. The only caveat was that she wanted to see the house at 1 o’clock. Wow! That didn’t give us much time to clean up once we got home from church. But we were able to get it done and were out of the house by 12:59. We ended up going back to church and having a picnic on the playground. I think both the kiddos had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Caroline passed out while we were cleaning house. I don’t remember, but I’m willing to bet that she was watching The Lion King!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7052923519688930969?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7052923519688930969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7052923519688930969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7052923519688930969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7052923519688930969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-out-of-house.html' title='Get out of the house!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8689864693554926959</id><published>2008-10-12T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:38:53.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls will be girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, September 5th the girls (and Daniel!) had a playdate at Reagan’s house. As usual, they played and fought. But I think that is normal for 2 and 3 year olds. Very much a love and hate relationship!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-8689864693554926959?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8689864693554926959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8689864693554926959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8689864693554926959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8689864693554926959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-will-be-girls.html' title='Girls will be girls'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2237351620729996181</id><published>2008-10-12T14:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:37:52.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet "Danielson!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel is such a happy baby! I really think he smiles more than any other baby (except maybe his big sissy!) Here he is when he woke up from a nap one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel is rolling all over the place, but he always prefers the direction where a couch, coffee table, or in this case a wall is in the way.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jump! Jump! Jump! Caroline thinks he needs a little help. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is a “No, No!”, but she doesn’t always listen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel is seriously one of the smiliest (not a word, but you know what I mean) babies you’ll ever meet!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he gets &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_2191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that from his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2237351620729996181?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2237351620729996181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2237351620729996181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2237351620729996181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2237351620729996181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-sweet-danielson.html' title='Our Sweet &quot;Danielson!&quot;'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-9108835228576438275</id><published>2008-10-07T17:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:00:41.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok, so the peaches are rotten!</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm surprised that people actually read our blog otherwise I wouldn't have been told that the peaches Caroline picked were rotten! ha Here are several updates from the month of August. I'll try to update September later this week, but don't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick update on the Hallum family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sold our house in LR and should be closing on new house in NLR tomorrow. PRAISE THE LORD! This has been a wonderful experience and we are so, so thankful for God's provisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of provisions, we are staying w/ my parents in NLR for about 3 weeks until we can move into our new house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am working part-time at my current job but plan to move to new part-time job in next couple of weeks. SOOOOOOOOO excited about this as I will get to spend more time with my family and my parents will be burdened less. Thank you God- MAJOR prayer request has been answered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daniel is rolling all over the place and starting to sit up for a few moments on his own. So far he's had applesauce and will start veggies this week. Oh yeah- he has 2 teeth! Caroline didn't get her 1st tooth until she was 8 months old so I was shocked since Daniel wasn't even 6 months old yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caroline is doing great! Putting short sentences together and is IN LOVE with The Lion King. "Roar!"She is definitely 2 as far as the emotional roller coasters are concerned, but we are having so much fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise I'll try to blog more, but this blogspot is not user-friendly and it takes way too long for me to figure it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-9108835228576438275?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9108835228576438275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=9108835228576438275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9108835228576438275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9108835228576438275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-ok-so-peaches-are-rotten.html' title='Ok, ok, so the peaches are rotten!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3239497279869755349</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:00:18.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel's 1st Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, it didn't go too well!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1558.jpg" border="0" /&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/5589363515991721251-3239497279869755349?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3239497279869755349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3239497279869755349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3239497279869755349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3239497279869755349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/daniels-1st-cereal.html' title='Daniel&apos;s 1st Cereal'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1841375826536047877</id><published>2008-10-06T22:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:00:02.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness (and messiness!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caroline is totally into stickers right now and loves to put them all over her brother!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sweet daddy time &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-1841375826536047877?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1841375826536047877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1841375826536047877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1841375826536047877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1841375826536047877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuteness-and-messiness.html' title='Cuteness (and messiness!)'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2004482012378828911</id><published>2008-10-06T22:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:59:33.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lil’ sumo wrestler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night after Caroline’s bath we were cleaning out a drawer in Daniel’s room. Before we knew it, she had pulled out her swim diapers and was putting them on her legs as if she were a sumo wrestler! Kids do the darnedst things! &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2004482012378828911?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2004482012378828911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2004482012378828911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2004482012378828911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2004482012378828911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-lil-sumo-wrestler.html' title='Our lil’ sumo wrestler'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4499973089880655357</id><published>2008-10-06T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:59:17.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline, aka refrigerator expert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago our refrigerator stopped working. Patrick’s aunt and uncle came over to take a look. Caroline just HAD to supervise so the only way that we would let her watch was if she sat on her great Uncle Leon, and she was perfectly satisfied and never got in the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4499973089880655357?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4499973089880655357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4499973089880655357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4499973089880655357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4499973089880655357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/caroline-aka-refrigerator-expert.html' title='Caroline, aka refrigerator expert'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7351701091287400324</id><published>2008-10-06T22:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:58:58.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunt Lolly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Lori (aka Lolly) had a birthday August 17th. We won’t say how old she is, but regardless, she will always be 5 ½ years older than I am! It was a very special day as my dad drove 2 hours one way to pick up my grandma to bring her back to my parents’ house for the lunch and party. We don’t get to see my grandma that much, and it was such a special time. After lunch was over, my dad drove her back home. That equals about 8 hours worth of driving that day. He is the best son that any mother could ever pray for. My grandma is so blessed to have two wonderful sons that take such good care of her and call her every single morning to check on her and visit her just about every week. Here are some pictures from the day…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should mention that my grandma has 9 great-grandchildren, and our John Daniel is only the 2nd boy! Girls definitely run in our family so we were so surprised (and I still am!) that our Pumpkin is a boy! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of Caroline’s favorite things to do at my parents’ house is to write on their magic marker board in the laundry room. The funny thing is that this has always been a treat for her cousins Morgan and Madison. But Mimi made them both wait until they were older to color on the board(like maybe 5) but she’s already letting Caroline, which of course wasn’t fair according to Morgan and Madison! "Color! Color!" Patrick has always claimed that Caroline is a lefty, but lately she seems to be using her right hand more. Only time will tell.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1590.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7351701091287400324?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7351701091287400324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7351701091287400324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7351701091287400324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7351701091287400324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-aunt-lolly.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunt Lolly!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5866889344561028902</id><published>2008-10-06T22:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:58:35.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple of Daniel's Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel’s 1st time in his exersaucer. He loved it! And Caroline loved playing with it, too. It’s so fun getting out all her old baby toys for Daniel. It’s like it’s a brand new toy for her to play with, too. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On August 19th Daniel actually sat up by himself for several seconds, several times. I kept thinking it was a fluke, but he kept doing it so I quickly grabbed the camera.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5866889344561028902?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5866889344561028902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5866889344561028902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5866889344561028902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5866889344561028902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/couple-of-daniels-firsts.html' title='A Couple of Daniel&apos;s Firsts'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-6018505969994344814</id><published>2008-10-06T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:58:06.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, August 22nd we had a play date at my sweet friend Eva’s house. She is a friend from college and our kids are the same age. Elijah is 10 days older than Caroline, and Paisley is 2 months younger than Caroline. My friend Layla and her sweet girl Reagan joined us. Reagan is 2 ½ weeks younger than Caroline and they are expecting baby Reese around Thanksgiving. What a joy it is to have friends with children close in age to your own that you can share parenting’s ups and downs with. (There are many more ups than downs, but let’s face it, it’s not always easy!)&lt;br /&gt;“Look at Reagan’s belly!”&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even Daniel had a good time.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-6018505969994344814?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6018505969994344814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=6018505969994344814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6018505969994344814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6018505969994344814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-6451511996907499914</id><published>2008-10-06T21:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:57:48.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we enrolled the kids in a different Mother’s Day Out program. It’s at Lakewood United Methodist Church, which is right next door to the elementary school that we hope to send them to in a few years. The MDO program has an OUTSTANDING reputation, and it’s not always easy to get your kids in. My sister had her daughter on the waiting list for over 2 years and she never got in! But it was definitely a God thing because they had a spot open for Caroline AND Daniel, even though he was only 4 months old in August and they normally don’t take babies until they’re 6 months old. I was thrilled! They will go to school with a lot of the same kids that they will go to elementary school with, plus this will be closer than the MDO program that Caroline had been in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline will go twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays and Daniel will just go on Thursdays for the time being. They are both doing GREAT and having so much fun! I am so, so thankful that on Thursdays I get to take them to school and also pick them up, as I only work half-days on Thursdays, specifically for that reason. I was never able to take Caroline to school before JD was born b/c I was working full time. Now that I am working part time I will have the opportunity to spend more time with them and be more involved in their school. I cannot express in words how much this means to me and how thankful I am for that! Thank you sweet Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from their first week of school…&lt;br /&gt;Caroline was sooooooo proud of her Abby backpack and her Elmo lunch box. “Melmo!” &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD was all ready for school in his new "school" outfit (thanks Drew!) that had a squirrel, ruler and pencil on it. He wasn't at all nervous about being the youngest in the class!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I picked him up he was in Ms. Paulina's arms &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleeping so peacefully. Going to school is hard work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of times when Caroline gets out of school she is emotional and just plain ready to go home! Her mama is never early picking her up (I’m doing well just to be on time) and she gets upset when she sees the other kids being picked up.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-6451511996907499914?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6451511996907499914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=6451511996907499914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6451511996907499914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6451511996907499914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7711719318484098717</id><published>2008-10-06T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:57:00.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic in the backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Friday a realtor wanted to show our house. That seemed to be the case with EVERY Friday: I’m actually home with my babies and I have to spend half the day cleaning house and then leave for at least an hour b/c it was being shown! One day I decided to not leave the house, which saved me a few minutes plus it was fun. We had a little picnic in our backyard! I packed sandwiches, which Caroline of course had 1 bite, grapes, etc. Daniel sat in his Bumbo while Caroline basically swang the whole time. It was fun!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7711719318484098717?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7711719318484098717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7711719318484098717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7711719318484098717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7711719318484098717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/picnic-in-backyard.html' title='Picnic in the backyard'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2747201969498164850</id><published>2008-10-06T21:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:56:34.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of the 3 Daniels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear friends Rebecca and Iris (sisters in law) also had baby boys this year and named their middle names after Rebecca’s brother: Daniel. So I like to call our 3 boys the 3D’s! (If Sarah names her baby boy's middle name Daniel, then it will be the 4 D's! Though, I don't know if that will happen as her husband, Brian Daniel, leaked that Sarah said no names go well with Brian and Daniel b/c they are too boring!!) Anyways.. here are a couple of pictures of 2 of the 3D’s at church…Jacob and John Daniel.&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2747201969498164850?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2747201969498164850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2747201969498164850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2747201969498164850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2747201969498164850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-of-3-daniels.html' title='2 of the 3 Daniels'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5754489683965006016</id><published>2008-10-06T13:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:56:00.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing around the house with Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Owwwww, Caroline!"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5754489683965006016?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5754489683965006016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5754489683965006016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5754489683965006016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5754489683965006016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-around-house-with-mama.html' title='Playing around the house with Mama'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-9023585772859590401</id><published>2008-08-13T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:57:17.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday Caroline picked peaches for the first time and had a blast! Caroline, Daniel and I went with my mom, sister and nieces. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive out there wasn't too much fun (fortunately it wasn't too far a ride, just off Faulkner Lake Rd in NLR) b/c Daniel screamed practically the whole way. On the way home, it was Caroline's turn to cry and Daniel just sat there quietly. So far they are really good at taking turns! ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline did a good job picking the peaches: off the trees AND off the ground!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We picked TONS of peaches!!! I don't know how many pounds, but it was enough to basically fill up an icechest. The only problem is that Caroline keeps getting into the icechest and pulling the peaches out! Last night she pulled one out and had brought it into the living room and was saying "wet! wet!", b/c she had squeezed it and juice was everywhere!  (Fortunately mama was still at work so daddy got to clean up that mess!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Daniel had a good time picking peaches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-9023585772859590401?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9023585772859590401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=9023585772859590401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9023585772859590401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9023585772859590401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/picking-peaches.html' title='Picking Peaches'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8052694913031812820</id><published>2008-08-12T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:36:17.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel's 4 month check up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel is definitely a growing boy! We took him on Friday for his 4 month checkup. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He weighed in at 15 pounds, 12 ounces, which put him in the 75th percentile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was 25" long, the 55th percentile. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Believe it or not, he has a small head. He was only in the 25th percentile for that. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He can now start solids. Something tells me that he will not have any problems with that! He is such a sweet, good-natured baby (I know that all parents say that, but I promise he really is!) and is starting to sleep better at night. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-8052694913031812820?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8052694913031812820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8052694913031812820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8052694913031812820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8052694913031812820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/daniels-4-month-check-up.html' title='Daniel&apos;s 4 month check up'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2321798341634386154</id><published>2008-08-07T09:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:08:50.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw Paw's Little Angels</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows my dad knows how in love he is with all his grandkids. He is not just any Paw Paw...he changes diapers, dresses the kids, takes them to school, makes bottles, feeds lunches, he does it all. (Of course Mimi does it all, too!) I have an enormous amount of respect for my dad and he has so much to be proud of, but anyone who knows him will tell you that he is most proud of his family. I love you daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As everyone knows, Patrick and I are fortunate to have my parents watch our babies for us while we work. My mom and dad are so good to call and give me updates on the kids throughout the day, and my dad will e-mail me updates and pictures as well. I get so excited when I see his e-mail address pop up in my inbox!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my dad sent me an e-mail entitled "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Paw's Paw's Little Angels&lt;/span&gt;" with this picture attached:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look how big Daniel looks!!! He goes for his 4 month checkup tomorrow. I can't wait to see how much he's grown! Nice hair Caroline :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken yesterday. Apparently Caroline found this old Mickey Mouse hat that was either mine or my sister's from when we went to Disney World as kids, and thought that Daniel might like it! Looking at the picture, I think he did like it!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/DSC01155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2321798341634386154?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2321798341634386154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2321798341634386154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2321798341634386154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2321798341634386154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/paw-paws-little-angels.html' title='Paw Paw&apos;s Little Angels'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-9123854703552825409</id><published>2008-07-30T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:47:00.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline and Reagan: BFF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other day Caroline's little friend Reagan came over to play. She is 2 1/2 weeks younger than C, but I tell you she has got to be the smartest child in the world! I am amazed every week with how many words she can say and even phrases that she puts together. This sweet child is in love with the Hairspray movie and I think knows the movie by heart! Layla brought the movie over and the girls had so much fun playing and dancing! Friends are such a blessing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are swinging and having a ball!  We didn't take pictures of them fighting over the baby swing!  They are learning to share :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-9123854703552825409?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9123854703552825409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=9123854703552825409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9123854703552825409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9123854703552825409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/caroline-and-reagan-bff.html' title='Caroline and Reagan: BFF!!!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-6481786780702889229</id><published>2008-07-30T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:21:41.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't plan on putting them in matching red, white and blue outfits, but I thought it still deserved a picture!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most nights if Daniel isn't taking a nap, he gets "storytime", too. He loves it and really pays attention! Though Caroline doesn't seem to think it's so wonderful, considering that his arms are either in her face, pulling her hair, grabbie her blankie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying her new library book and her new Elmo potty seat (thanks to Drew!)....Of course she didn't do anything!  If a child can tell you when she's pooped, does that mean that she's old enough to be potty trained????  haha  If anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them :)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-6481786780702889229?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6481786780702889229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=6481786780702889229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6481786780702889229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/6481786780702889229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute-pictures.html' title='Cute pictures'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7208219155573049179</id><published>2008-07-30T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:11:37.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon both kids were down for a nap, a rarity. Which means Patrick and I were cleaning house as fast as we could. The good thing about having your house on the market is that it forces you to keep your house clean :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We heard a noise, and not knowing what it was but knowing it wasn't either of the kids, Patrick looked on the front porch. And there sat 2 HUGE boxes. We knew immediately what it was- a big, fat loot! Our best friends Doug and Jen who moved to Houston, mailed us probably every article of clothing (including 11 pairs of shoes and TONS of hats) that their son Drew has ever worn!!! Patrick and I went crazy and immediately opened them up and put them in nice little stacks based on the size. There were clothes from size newborn all the way to 2T. Patrick seriously wondered if they took the clothes off Drew's back! We were overwhelmed by their generosity and thoughtfulness. Daniel is set!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Later that night my parents came over for dinner and Pat grilled yummy pork chops, potatoes, corn, Texas toast...it was wonderful! Our friends gave us tons of bibs so I gave some to my mom to keep at their house. Having 3 granddaughters, she had all lil' girl bibs and I don't want JD to have a complex! ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Daniel showing off his dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;roar for his Paw Paw!! He doesn't coo anymore, he ROARS!!!!!!!!! He must have learned that from big sis :)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Roaring again and getting some good belly time in.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7208219155573049179?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7208219155573049179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7208219155573049179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7208219155573049179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7208219155573049179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7673536359396073248</id><published>2008-07-30T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:54:37.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we went to Caroline's first "real" birthday party for a friend! It was for Katie Jo and it was at Pump it up. Caroline had a blast! As you can tell, her daddy had a good time, too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After playing so hard and sweating literally buckets, she got to eat some yummy pizza. Such a big girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Daniel was supposed to take a nap during the party, but he had way too much fun watching all the big kids play.  He just smiled and laughed the whole time.  It was so sweet.  He loves watching his sissy do all the big things that he can't do just yet.  This picture was taken right before he finally passed out.  It takes a lot of energy to watch all those kids play so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7673536359396073248?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7673536359396073248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7673536359396073248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7673536359396073248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7673536359396073248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-9151140192900247061</id><published>2008-07-17T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:41:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate blogspot.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I SPECIFICALLY posted 12 updates to our blog in the order of: newest pictures - oldest, thinking that the most recent post always goes on top. So that when you read this long list of posts you could start at the top and work your way down to the last one which I wrote today, and it would sort of be in chronological order. AAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it would make more sense if you started at the last one that I posted today (but should be the first) entitled "&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok, ok,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-9151140192900247061?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9151140192900247061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=9151140192900247061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9151140192900247061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/9151140192900247061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-blogspot.html' title='I hate blogspot.'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7541287441811406075</id><published>2008-07-17T12:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:20:30.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last update out of long list...</title><content type='html'>No pictures on this one, just a few updates on Patrick and Elizabeth in case you're interested. I know the real reason people look at blogs is to see pictures of the kids, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick loves his new job and I am so happy for him. He actually looks forward going to work every day. He hasn't had that feeling in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back at work working part-time (30 hrs) for probably 1 to 3 months, not really sure b/c it has never been approved, I'm just doing it until they tell me I can't! ha I have a couple of part-time possibilities on the horizon, for which I would greatly appreciate your prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an offer on a house in NLR last week, but it didn't work out. We went ahead and listed our house to see if we get any interest. We want to move to NLR to be closer to my family, my parents watch the kids and the commute gets old (and expensive) and we want to get our kids in a specific school zone. So if you know anyone who is interested in a house in WLR let me know! Patrick has worked so hard to get our house ready to sell and I am so proud of him!! Of course, he did have just a lil help from his handy ol' yardboy, aka Paw Paw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing great. Ever since our vacation Daniel has not slept thru the night but maybe 3 times, and he was doing great before our vacation, so I don't understand. We're wondering if he's already starting to teethe b/c he's constantly sucking his hands, he's been more fussy, gassy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline is going strong as ever, learning new words every day it seems. Right now her new word is share and she'll sign it, well, her version of the actual sign language for share. She has been waking up around 6 or 6:30 in the morning, which is ok with me on days that I work, but she hasn't exactly figured out my work schedule yet! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry it's been so long since we've posted. To sum it up in a nutshell: we are blessed and God is so good to us. We will never be deserving of all His graciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7541287441811406075?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7541287441811406075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7541287441811406075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7541287441811406075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7541287441811406075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-update-out-of-long-list.html' title='last update out of long list...'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3383473314153508305</id><published>2008-07-17T12:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:23:45.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4, last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how we spent every morning of our trip: on the potty! Did she ever do anything? No, but she sure did enjoy reading all her books! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This day we drove up to Indianapolis and went to the Children's Museum. It was amazing! It is the largest in the world. They had a huge area that was for kids 5 and under, and Caroline had a blast!! It was a lot like The Wonder Place if ya'll have been there. Mama was happy b/c they had a special area for nursing mothers, complete with a curtain, rocking chair and even a little pillow. I'm telling you- this place rocked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Riding the lion on the carousel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For the last few weeks Caroline has been obsessed with lions! She'll say "mine" and with both hands make the scariest roar a little girl can make. It was precious! At dinner time when she won't stop doing it, we'll have to tell her that the lion went night night. So then she'll shh and say "nite nite?" And then a soft roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caroline loved playing in the sand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at that sweet booty! Ribbit. Ribbit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caroline loves "Jorge". (I actually have no idea how to spell all the sweet words she says. I just can't do it justice!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel had a good time at the museum, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was finally time to come home, unfortunately. We had so much fun together. I love my family! Both kids did great sleeping at night, and did fantastic in the car considering how much we drove. Can't wait until next year's vacation. I'm thinking.......Destin??? Might need to check with Mimi and Paw Paw on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3383473314153508305?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3383473314153508305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3383473314153508305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3383473314153508305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3383473314153508305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-4-last-day.html' title='Day 4, last day'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1373174704000087661</id><published>2008-07-17T10:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:24:21.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By the third day Patrick had gotten tired of driving so we let Caroline do some driving while mama pumped and daddy took a nap.&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made our way into Indiana to do some outlet shopping... some people just can’t keep up with the “Joneses” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you are wondering, no this is not at Churchill Downs, this was downtown. The family decided to go for a “Handsome Cab Ride” (ala – “Rusty” from Seinfeld) (If you can’t tell, Patrick is helping me with some of these comments!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the carriage ride downtown, we went to a beautiful area along the Ohio river called Waterfront Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caroline loved walking through the grass. So much of the trip she was strapped into her car seat, but now she was finally FREE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a wonderful playground area just perfect for Caroline’s age. I think in this picture she was telling the little girl, “No! No!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The sun was setting and it was just beautiful. Daniel’s in the picture, too. You can see his toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a late-night swim at the hotel, but it was a quick one. Caroline didn’t care for it too much!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-1373174704000087661?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1373174704000087661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1373174704000087661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1373174704000087661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1373174704000087661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1308818477589306667</id><published>2008-07-16T12:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:25:23.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the night in Elizabethtown, KY. Here the kiddos are just chillin in the hotel room…&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lil’ slugger! We were going to the Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory this day, so I thought how appropriate, he can wear his “slugger” outfit. Of course he pooed all over it before we ever got there! Oh well, he had another cute baseball outfit to wear. . Funny story there…Daniel had not pooed in a few hours and we were on the guided tour in the factory when I heard him do his business. There’s no mistaking that sweet breastmilk poo smell or the warm sensation against your body. (I guess I should have mentioned first that I was carrying him in his snugli.) Well, a couple of minutes later I rubbed his oh so soft baby legs, and before I could even think about my reaction it was, “Wipe! Patrick, wipe!” At least we were at the back of the line and it was so noisy in the factory that I don’t think anyone noticed. So, apparently he was bound and determined to get some poo on both of his baseball outfits that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way to Louisville...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only my husband has the nerve to walk up to the guard and ask the following questions: 1. Do ya’ll give tours? and 2. Do ya’ll give away any free samples? The guard did not laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was very cool to be this close to so much money, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the Kentucky Derby Museum and Churchill Downs. I must admit that I know absolutely nothing about horse racing or the significance of the Kentucky Derby, but I still found it very interesting and learned a lot. I’m a nerd, I know. But to me a vacation isn’t just lying on a beach, which can be nice, but to go to new places and learn new things. We love museums and history and all that kind of fun stuff! We’re wild people, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caroline in front of the wall of hats. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s a tradition that women wear these crazy big hats to the KY Derby every year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caroline giving the horse a kiss. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching a race with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline decided that she wanted to run in the fifth race of the day. We looked up and she had run out on the track….she came in fourth in the race, not bad for a 21 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought this was neat. They had every baseball that each president from Roosevelt to Bush had thrown at a MLB game. They also had each of these president’s names on a jersey either red or blue, and the number of his presidency. What was amazing to me, was that Clinton had just dropped out of the race like 3 days before and they already had Obama’s jersey made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick and kids in front of the largest baseball in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at those BIG blue eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Caroline overlooking the Ohio river.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-1308818477589306667?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1308818477589306667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1308818477589306667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1308818477589306667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1308818477589306667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5193279063120450155</id><published>2008-07-16T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:26:16.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first family vacation of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to take a little family vacation before I went back to work, since I have zero sick and annual leave left, we might as well since I won’t be taking off work anytime soon! We went to Kentucky for 3 days and Indiana for 1 day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hodgenville, KY: birthplace of Abraham Lincoln. This is in front of the Lincoln statue and Lincoln museum.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthplace of Lincoln. Look at what a big boy Daniel is- riding forward!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah, how sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5193279063120450155?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5193279063120450155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5193279063120450155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5193279063120450155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5193279063120450155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-first-family-vacation-of-4.html' title='Our first family vacation of 4'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7247007629548668179</id><published>2008-07-16T12:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:23:04.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="ttp://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline had her first haircut on June 28th. She just got a little trim off the back and it looked so much healthier and fuller. She didn’t really enjoy it, but I thought she still did great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a before picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and after picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7247007629548668179?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7247007629548668179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7247007629548668179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7247007629548668179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7247007629548668179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-haircut.html' title='1st Haircut'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8517345244660267269</id><published>2008-07-16T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:22:06.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>Caroline is a camping girl! Last week my parents took their new trailer to Maumelle Park. They stayed Monday and Tuesday nights, which means when Patrick dropped the kids off on the way to work Tuesday morning he took them to Maumelle park. He said that Caroline was in awe and running all through the trailer!! They had fun camping, and my dad loaded them up in the double stroller and took them for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick and I went to pick Daniel up after I got off work. We had hot dogs, they were yummy! Caroline stayed the night, along with her cousins Morgan and Madison. We thought that Daniel was a little too young to go camping. (Meaning, his mama isn't ready to be away from him for the night nor is his Paw Paw ready to get up in the middle of the night with him, as he is still not sleeping thru the night!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't she look like she's having a blast?!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 4 Kennedy grandchildren&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1196.jpg" border="0" /&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/5589363515991721251-8517345244660267269?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8517345244660267269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8517345244660267269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8517345244660267269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8517345244660267269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5843301777779175626</id><published>2008-07-16T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:22:36.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Daniel turns 3 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now tell me, what in this world is better that a little naked baby?? Look at those rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at much our lil' pumpkin has grown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;newborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5843301777779175626?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5843301777779175626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5843301777779175626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5843301777779175626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5843301777779175626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/john-daniel-turns-3-months-old.html' title='John Daniel turns 3 months old'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-5780217023757026183</id><published>2008-07-16T10:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:21:46.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like peas and carrots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-5780217023757026183?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5780217023757026183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=5780217023757026183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5780217023757026183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/5780217023757026183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-peas-and-carrots.html' title='Like peas and carrots'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4005608692075217356</id><published>2008-07-15T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:29:32.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel doesn't know what to think about his new Bumbo!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think she’s seen her mama do this a time or two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I didn't let him cry too long for me to snap a picture! They just grow so quickly I want to capture all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently he REALLY wanted his toy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how JD spent his 1st 4th of July :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Caroline loves to exercise with her mama. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4005608692075217356?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4005608692075217356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4005608692075217356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4005608692075217356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4005608692075217356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/around-house.html' title='Around the House'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7296195345238147518</id><published>2008-07-15T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:21:18.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JD gets dedicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel had his dedication at church Sunday morning. He was so good and Caroline did great, too! Afterwards we had both families over for some yummy Mexican food.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Daniel and his Paw Paw. Two of my most favorite men in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uncle “Bob” (Phillip) entertaining JD. He had him going crazy! It was hilarious. That’s cuz Wyatt looking on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kissing cousins. Last Christmas they got busted kissing each other countless times. Of course, they kept doing it once they saw all of us laughing and reaching for our cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My sweet family. Caroline has finally learned “cheese!” and will smile for pictures, though her eyes are normally closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hallum photography at home. Very reasonable rates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7296195345238147518?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7296195345238147518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7296195345238147518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7296195345238147518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7296195345238147518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/jd-gets-dedicated.html' title='JD gets dedicated'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3153479121440707935</id><published>2008-07-15T12:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:30:21.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, ok.  So here are some updates to our blog…</title><content type='html'>Apparently you people don’t understand that we are SUPER busy and don’t have time to update our blog!!! But we are tired of the death threats, so here you go!(I’m making these all separate b/c I’ve learned that when you have one really long blog it takes forever to edit when you add pictures. I'll post them with the older ones first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3153479121440707935?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3153479121440707935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3153479121440707935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3153479121440707935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3153479121440707935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-ok-so-here-are-some-updates-to-our.html' title='Ok, ok.  So here are some updates to our blog…'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3569377453479242003</id><published>2008-05-17T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:42:55.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Hallum household</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just know that everyone is dying to hear about all the exciting news that is going on in our family! Ha Actually, it is pretty exciting to us…Patrick starts his new job at DHS this Monday. He is soooo excited and we are soooo proud of him! We celebrated a little early Thursday night with a cake. I think we’ll celebrate again this Monday night by going out to eat. He really thinks he will enjoy this job and enjoy working with the people there, am I am so happy for him. He deserves it. He has been soooo patient for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting news…Caroline’s leg seems to be perfectly fine now. Praise God! It took just over 2 weeks, but it appears that she can now walk with no problems at all. I’m so glad that she is feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, I know that the real reason people check out blog sites is to look at pictures, so here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt; (aka big sister)&lt;br /&gt;Caroline LOVES her little brother! She kisses him and points at him and says “baby!” all day long! She is very sweet and is learning to be gentle with him. Whenever she finds his pacifier she always tries to put it in his mouth, even if he doesn’t want it. Other times she likes to put his pacifier in her mouth, but with the nipple part sticking out, so silly! This morning she tried to give him some milk from her sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline likes to play with her little brother’s toys when he’s not looking. She doesn’t mind that she’s too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline practicing the drum with her Daddy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Caroline’s favorite things to do is blow bubbles. A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to the school down the road from our house. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to fly a kite, but there wasn’t enough wind. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we just blew bubbles instead, and Caroline had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline goes to Mother’s Day Out in NLR twice a week. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves it! I have really enjoyed spending one-on-one time with Daniel &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9897-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;while she’s at school. Such a special time that I look forward to every week! But not for &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;long- this week is Caroline’s last week of school. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Patrick’s new job he’ll be working 5 days a week, which means next week I’ll have both of them all day for 5 days in a row! We’re going to lose our minds, but we’ll love every minute of it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a few weeks Caroline was having trouble going to sleep at night, and would end up falling asleep on the floor by her door. Every night before we went to bed Patrick would check on her and then scoop her up and put her in bed trying not to wake her up. This picture was taken one night around 11 or 12. It was too cute not to take a picture! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even the bright flash didn’t wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl LOVES some oranges! I love that she loves them too, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but they’re just a LITTLE messy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline painting a picture for her daddy. She got a little messy then, too! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least those markers are so easy to wipe off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline loves to put puzzles together.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this picture needs no explanation.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got her first piggy bank and did a great job putting her change in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caroline LOVES for her daddy to throw her in the air! When he puts her back down she’ll sign and say “more”, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and he’ll say “more what” and she’ll point up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline and her boyfriend Drew! (He lives all the way in Houston, so it’s allowed!)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9886-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of mornings I’ll put Caroline in her booster seat on the floor in the living room and put one of her Elmo movies in. That gives me a chance to feed Daniel, pump, eat breakfast, etc and I’m still close by. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular morning she had yogurt for breakfast and was a very dirty girl afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally getting to fly her Elmo (aka “melmo”) kite on Mother’s Day.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paw Paw has his hands full! I’m sure he’s wondering how I do it every day! Haha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our beautiful girl who will be 20 months old tomorrow. Oh, how I love her so!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9820-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is now 6 weeks old! He is such a good baby. He has slept through the night one night so far, and since then the nights have been very unpredictable with him. All in all, he’s sleeping pretty well. At his 1 month check up he weighed 10 pounds and was in the 25th percentile. I couldn’t believe it- he was 8 lb 7 oz when he was born and now he’s only in the 25th percentile? I guess Patrick and I just make petite babies. Here are a few pictures of our beautiful baby boy!!! (Still can’t believe that he’s a boy! I think for the 1st two weeks I said that at least 10 times a day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice his t-shirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Having a deep conversation with his Paw Paw, his namesake.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His first trip over to G. G. and Papa Loise’s house (my grandparents) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with his Paw Paw and sissy and cousins Morgie and Mano! (BTW, Mano had a little accident the day before on the playground!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some black and whites that we took.&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more innocent than a naked newborn baby?! I wanted him to be asleep for these pictures, but no such luck. As soon as we took his diaper off he woke up and starting pulling his knees up to his chest like he was about to crawl!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His eyes are very blue right now, but I don’t know when or if they’ll change. His sissy has beautiful blue eyes like her daddy, but I wouldn’t mind if he had green eyes like his mama!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he still curls up in a little ball when you hold him on your chest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9826-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9893-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9899-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9899-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is doing a great job holding his head up. That tummy time must be paying off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to like his swing more than Caroline did at his age. The only problem is that I have to keep Caroline away from him when he’s &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;swinging b/c she wants to push him and turn the swing off and on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His first trip to Cozumel’s to celebrate his “Aunt” Sarah’s birthday. I have a feeling that he’s going to love Mexican food like his mama!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think Daniel is a mama’s boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s multitasking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Ma (my grandma) on Mother’s Day. He is only the 2nd great-grandson out of 9 great-grandchildren! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First smiles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Daniel has starting smiling for us, and we were finally able to catch a picture on Mother’s Day, what a present! His smiles are still so rare and precious at this point, that it truly brightens our day! He seems to have a habit of smiling at 4 in the morning right after I feed him. Of course that makes it soooooo worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proud mama with her two babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3569377453479242003?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3569377453479242003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3569377453479242003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3569377453479242003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3569377453479242003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-in-hallum-household.html' title='Life in the Hallum household'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8845975354671069339</id><published>2008-05-07T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:57:39.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A E.R. Visit and a New Job</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since we posted anything of “merit” so I thought I would post what has gone on with us in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll tell you the story as best I can, but I know I'll leave something out - but that's OK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday Elizabeth took Caroline to the park after school.  Caroline was on the slide when Elizabeth heard her start crying, Elizabeth rushes over and thinks that Caroline hit/bumped her head or something because she was leaned over.  Elizabeth took Caroline back to her folks house to get Daniel and take them home.  There is a first time for everything, both kids were screaming and crying all the way home (I’m sorry I had to miss that to be at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Elizabeth got home she put Caroline down for a nap to see if that would help calm her down.  When I got home at 6:15 Caroline was “all fired up again” so I thought that she just needed a nap.  So I took her to her bedroom to lay down with her to help calm her down.  30 minutes later, she calmed down enough to go and have dinner with us.  Caroline was in a much better mood then.  After dinner I picked her up and went to put her on the floor when I noticed that she didn’t put any weight on her right leg.  So I picked her up and moved her up a few feet to see if she would do it again, which, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Elizabeth if she had walked since she got home and she said, “come to think of it, no she hasn’t.”  I showed Elizabeth what Caroline was doing and we decided to see if she was still doing it after our trip to Hobby Lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Hobby Lobby we got the kids into the double stroller and took off.  We got to the back of the store and I got Caroline out, only for her not to put weight on her right leg and she sat down on the floor.  We called the “doctors” (Mimi and Aunt Lolly) both told us to go to the ER.  So, we called the “REAL Doctor” thanks Jason.  When we got home we called the medical exchange and they suggested that we go to the after hour pediatric clinic…which we were going to do anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the after hour clinic at 8:30 – well, after three hours and two sets of x-rays, there was nothing wrong with Caroline.  About 10:45 after the second round of x-rays Caroline fell asleep on my chest…that girl can put off some heat.  So the doctor told us to schedule an appointment with our doctor on Thursday to see what they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got home and got the kids to bed and we slid into bed about midnight.  And the next day Caroline didn’t do much walking but as the day went on, she would walk some.  Over the next few days she started walking, with a limp on the right side.  We are going to take Daniel in today for his one month check-up and we are going to have our doctor check Caroline out.  Dr. Jason told us Sunday that there is nothing wrong with Caroline and there shouldn’t be any “long term damage” and that she should be back to normal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back to last week also.  Last Wednesday I (Patrick) got a phone call at work and was offered a job.  I told Jimmy that I had always told Elizabeth that I would discuss a “job change” with her before I accepted anything.  Jimmy understood, but I told him that he “knows” what my answer will be and that I would call him back after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for lunch on Wednesday to check on Caroline, Daniel and Elizabeth.  When I got home Caroline was getting up from a nap and Daniel was eating.  So I picked Caroline up and told her that I was glad she was up and that we needed to have a “Family Meeting.”  At this time Elizabeth gives me a look of “what’s up????”  I then made the announcement that I was offered a job with the Department of Human Services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth looked at me and said, “Well?”  I told her that I had told Jimmy that I wanted to talk with you first and let him know this afternoon.  It wasn’t a hard decision and it didn’t take us long to agree on it.  I called Jimmy and told him that I was going to accept the position and then I went and filled out the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “Official Title” is Program Manager (or something like that).  I will be responsible for all of the investigators in the Food Stamps department statewide.  What I will be doing is making sure that the people that are receiving food stamps are complying with what the policy is.  I will have 20 people under my supervision, 18 investigators and 2 secretaries.  I’m going from being “Second Man” to being “The Man”.  My first day will be on Monday May 19th.   It will be hard for me to give up my Friday’s off, but I think I will enjoy working Monday-Friday 8:00-4:30.  So on Thursday I submitted my letter of resignation to my supervisor and then I informed my staff of the decision and that my last day would be on the 15th.  Two of my staff are still on “suicide watch” but they are starting to come around to the fact that I’m not going to be here anymore and that I won’t be “obsessing and compulsive” over most of their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick's Public Service Announcement:   &lt;a href="http://www.newbornbabyzone.com/baby-care/the-dos-and-donts-newborn-baby-"&gt;For those who are new parents who need some help with the dos and don’ts of newborn babies &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-8845975354671069339?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8845975354671069339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8845975354671069339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8845975354671069339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8845975354671069339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/er-visit-and-new-job.html' title='A E.R. Visit and a New Job'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3745200247862572133</id><published>2008-04-29T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:36:38.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES</title><content type='html'>1. If you are choking on an ice cube simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid cutting yourself slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold while you chop.&lt;br /&gt;3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.&lt;br /&gt;4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.  Remember to use a timer.&lt;br /&gt;5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough.&lt;br /&gt;7. You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;8. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Daily Thought: SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES. NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3745200247862572133?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3745200247862572133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3745200247862572133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3745200247862572133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3745200247862572133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/amazing-simple-home-remedies.html' title='AMAZING SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-460900216794644138</id><published>2008-04-13T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:05:04.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin has Arrived!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since we’ve posted….ok, it’s been since April 1st. Well Pumpkin decided that HE wanted to come into the world. Pumpkin = John Daniel Hallum was born on April 4, 2008, at 3:28 p.m. and he was 21 inches long and 8 pounds 7 ounces (he’s a big boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Happy Hallum Family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_1296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had gone in to see the doctor with little to no changes. Elizabeth got what she wanted on Tuesday, it was now my turn to get what I wanted on Friday. The doctor sent us over to labor and delivery. When we arrived at 10:30 a.m. we had to wait for a delivery room. They told us that it would be ready in about 15 minutes…50 minutes later I went and asked and they had “just got the room ready.” It was during this time that Elizabeth decided that she wanted to walk around the hospital with her sister “Aunt Lolly” to try and get Daniel out the old fashioned way. We got into the delivery room and got things ready and the nurses started their thing. We now had to wait, hurry up and wait. Our doctor finally came by and broke Elizabeth’s water. After that the contractions started, hard and fast. Elizabeth got an epidural, and it took about an hour and our Pumpkin was ready to come. The nurses wouldn’t let her push until the doctor got there because Pumpkin was so far down. So more waiting on the doctor. Once she got there, it didn’t take long. Elizabeth did great….all three pushes and we finally heard the beautiful words: “IT’S A BOY!” Elizabeth and I both thought that Pumpkin was a boy, but we still couldn’t believe it. Our John Daniel was perfect and we were beyond ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now more of the waiting game again, to move to our post delivery room around 8:00 p.m. Which I wasn’t really wanting to go to because the delivery room is larger and nicer and I didn’t want to have to sleep on the little couch. We made it there and got settled in. We had a lot of family and friends that came by over the next two days to visit with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth had a great delivery and recovery. She is my hero! She tells me that her body was made for birthing babies. I’m afraid to ask her if that means she wants to keep up with the Tillmans?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first outing as a family of 4 was to church this morning. Daniel sat in the worship service with us and slept through the whole thing. Caroline is adjusting well to being a big sis. She kisses Daniel all day long and points at him and says “baby”. She has only put his pacifier in her mouth once, which she then got a spanking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(After a good feeding this is what a boy should look like)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_9554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel is a GREAT baby. He’s a good eater, good sleeper, and an all around happy baby. We are so thankful! We have already approached a couple (the Glasgow’s) about an arranged marriage between Daniel and Gracie in about 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Caroline says "This baby is cutting into my beauty sleep!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-460900216794644138?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/460900216794644138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=460900216794644138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/460900216794644138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/460900216794644138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/pumpkin-has-arrived.html' title='Pumpkin has Arrived!!!!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1005028619907074829</id><published>2008-04-01T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:28:45.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No April Fool’s Baby</title><content type='html'>Well, I promise that I am not “April Foolin” ya’ll out there!!  Probably no baby today.  I have to admit that I am a little bit stubborn in that I am not going with my doctor’s advice but rather my heart at this point.  I have peace, and I am confident that that comes from the Holy Spirit, and I have no stresses or reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s what happened this morning…my contractions were actually 7 minutes apart.  I think I felt one that was pretty big, but it still didn’t hurt and it only felt like the baby was moving.  She checked me and I am still at 4 cm yet she said she could make me 6 cm.  I understood her to say that the reason that I’m not already 6 cm on my own is because the baby’s head hasn’t descended further yet.  Which tells me that Pumpkin is still holding out on us, and I’m just not comfortable taking him/her out yet when he/she’s not ready.  My doctor said that she REALLY doesn’t want me to go past my due date (April 10), and I told her that I’m fine with that.  I have an appointment with her first thing Friday morning (assuming Pumpkin doesn’t come before then) and I’m sure she will be ready to take the baby then, and I’m sure that I will be more progressed by then and I won’t have a problem with it.  So as I have been lately, I will probably take it easy these next few days and stay at the house.  Patrick has already taken off work so that will be nice.  Caroline went back to school today after being off for Spring Break last week, and she was SO excited!  She practically dragged my sister and mother-in-law down the hallway showing them where her classroom was.  Poor girl misses her routine, I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for all the meals, calls, visits and provisions that you have made for Caroline.  Truly, the only thing that was worried or stressed me has been what to do with Caroline during these unknown.  I hope to repay these wonderful favors to you gals someday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-1005028619907074829?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1005028619907074829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1005028619907074829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1005028619907074829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1005028619907074829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-april-fools-baby.html' title='No April Fool’s Baby'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3494361287159770404</id><published>2008-03-31T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:29:04.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin update- Monday, March 31, 2008</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I called Baptist Hospital to cancel my induction for tomorrow morning.  It wasn’t a big deal, and the girl on the phone was really nice.  About 2 minutes later the phone rang and the woman said, “Elizabeth, it’s Pam.  So what’s the deal with tomorrow?”  It took me a minute to realize that it was my doctor, Dr. Pam Wills!  She basically told me that she was very concerned because I am progressing and not feeling any contractions and that the baby could come so quickly that I won’t have time to get to the hospital.  She did say that neither I nor the baby are in any danger.  I told her that I just didn’t have peace about being induced, but would rather the baby come on its own.   Her clinic is closed on Mondays, but she was out and about and told me that she wanted me to meet her at her office so that she could at least check me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make the story short:  I am dilated to a good 4 cm, and after being on the fetal monitor for about 30 minutes we discovered that I’m having contractions every 6 minutes, even though I’m not feeling anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the plan:  I’m supposed to be at her office between 8 and 8:30 in the morning.  They will put me on the fetal monitor and after Dr. Wills visits another patient in labor she will come back to her office and check me.  She said that if my contractions are closer together OR if I am more dilated that she strongly suggests we go on to the hospital.  Though, she of course can’t make us do anything we don’t want to do.  She told me that she is going to call Baptist back and tell them not to cancel my induction, but rather that I would be late.  Ha!  I should say so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like we’ll have our Pumpkin tomorrow!  We didn’t discuss the scenario of what we’ll do if the contractions aren’t any closer together and I’m not any more dilated.  I think the stubborn side of me will say let’s wait one more day then.  But I’m almost to the point where I’m ready to give up the fight and just give birth to this little munchkin.  The stress of figuring out what to do with Caroline and how to transfer car seats and take her to school, etc. is about to get to me!  I don’t know what we would do without friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully you’ll hear from us soon and learn whether Pumpkin is a beautiful baby boy or girl!  Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3494361287159770404?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3494361287159770404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3494361287159770404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3494361287159770404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3494361287159770404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/pumpkin-update-monday-march-31-2008.html' title='Pumpkin update- Monday, March 31, 2008'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2955071679591988752</id><published>2008-03-29T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:07:24.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin update- 38 weeks</title><content type='html'>Still no baby! But definitely progress…we had another doctor’s appointment on Thursday, March 27th and I was dilated between a 3 and 4 (she said closer to a 4) and effaced 90%. I still have felt no contractions and have had no pain, and have slept wonderfully the past 2 nights- Praise God! As I have mentioned before, my doctor is extremely cautious. Which is why she told me a big fat “NO!” when I asked if I could work for a few hours on Friday! Haha She thinks I should be induced b/c I can have this baby any minute and if history repeats itself it will be a quick labor. (Caroline was less than 4 hours from the 1st contraction.) One good thing is that my doctor told me to continue taking my ampicillin for the group B strep. That means that I won’t be as worried if I can’t get at least 2 hours of penicillin in the hospital once I am in labor.&lt;br /&gt;So, we have an induction scheduled at Baptist for 6 A.M. this Tuesday, April 1st. Apparently that was the only day available. My parents won’t be back from their trip, and it would be 9 days before my due date. Still, I don’t know if I want to be induced!!!! I was told that I could cancel if I want, but I would have to call the hospital b/c my doctor’s office is closed on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that we will make the right decision, and that we will do what is best for the baby. I want GOD to be in control, not me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everyone who has sacrificed through homemade meals, cleaning house, watching our daughter, all the encouraging words and lifting us up in prayer. We are abundantly blessed, I just can’t put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next time we have an update it will be that little &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; Hallum or little &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hallum is here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2955071679591988752?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2955071679591988752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2955071679591988752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2955071679591988752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2955071679591988752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/pumpkin-update-38-weeks.html' title='Pumpkin update- 38 weeks'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2100237358390059536</id><published>2008-03-21T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:16:02.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin update-37 weeks</title><content type='html'>We had another doctor's appointment yesterday. Good news- I am not any more effaced! Holding on tight to 80% :) I really think this bed rest is paying off and even though it's not fun, it seems to be working. I am dilated between 2 and 3 cm, which didn't alarm me any b/c I was dilated the same with Caroline when I was 37 weeks with her. My doctor did another ultrasound to measure the baby, but silly me, I forgot to ask how much she estimated the baby to weigh and I don't think she told me. Again she tried to determine the sex (though she wouldn't have told us if she did see it) but she wasn't able to. So Pumpkin is still a mystery!!! Though Patrick and I both think it's a boy. Last time we finally came to an agreement right before Caroline was born that she was a girl, so maybe we have parents' intuition or maybe we were just lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another appointment next Thursday, the first one of the day. I'm not supposed to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before. I can see what's coming...I'll be dilated between a 3 and 4 and she'll want to admit me to the hospital b/c the baby could come really soon once you're dilated that far. (Which I know from experience with Caroline- I was between a 3 and 4 on Thursday and she came the following Monday morning. Which was 4 days, not exactly 30 minutes.) I really don't want to be induced, and I see no point in being admitted to the hospital to be induced if I'm not having any contractions. So I'm ready to argue if I have to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 13 more days and my parents, who leave Monday on their trip, will be home and that is the countdown I am going by. It could be wishful thinking, but I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to everyone for all the calls, prayers, meals that are coming this week and everyone who has offered to come help me with Caroline as Patrick works next week and my parents are out of town. I cannot tell you how loved we have felt this past week by so many people. We are blessed to have you in our lives and we love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2100237358390059536?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2100237358390059536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2100237358390059536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2100237358390059536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2100237358390059536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/pumpkin-update-37-weeks.html' title='Pumpkin update-37 weeks'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-8715305344005274942</id><published>2008-03-14T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:13:58.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I never thought I would say this, but I am officially on “BED REST!” Late yesterday afternoon I had another doctor’s appointment. I knew that I would once again be tested for group B strep (should know the results next week) and that my doctor would check me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she checked me and immediately asked me, “Have you had any contractions?” I wasn’t alarmed at first b/c she asked me the same thing the 1st time she checked me with Caroline. At that point I was dilated between a 1 and a 2. Well, last night I was dilated to a 2 and 80% effaced. You got it. 80%. And I am only 36 weeks and 1 day. So basically I can go into labor at any point. (BTW, I couldn’t help but think of my sweet friend Rebecca T last night, I’m wondering which situation would be worse at the time: the baby won’t come out or the baby is a little too anxious to come out! Ha) Needless to say, my doctor was very concerned. She said that the sac was “bulging” and that she could feel it. However, the baby doesn’t seem to be as low as Caroline was at this point, but I am much more effaced. My doctor was also concerned that we don’t know the sex since the lungs of little boys generally develop later than little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then gave me very clear instructions: bed rest for 2 weeks. No picking up Caroline, no exercising, no cleaning house, no working, and no Duck Duck Goose this weekend. Needless to say, I was shocked, devastated and scared all at the same time. She told me to elevate my hips above my heart (and just how am I supposed to do that?) and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a quick ultrasound just to make sure that Pumpkin is head down, which he/she is. She tried to determine the sex, but wasn’t able to b/c the cord and legs were in the way.&lt;br /&gt;So…I have another appointment scheduled for next Thursday and this time she will do an ultrasound to measure the baby and determine its weight, which is typical for all her patients at 37 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally had my appointment scheduled for today, Friday, but she had surgeries all day so I had to reschedule for either yesterday or next Tuesday since their office is closed on Mondays. I am soooo thankful that I opted for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few good cries, talked to family a lot these past few hours, am working through details with my boss about possibly working from home some the next couple of weeks, and basically trying not to freak out about not being in control and accepting help from others (which I NEVER ask for help!). Besides the obvious fear that my sweet child will come too early and that something might be wrong with him/her, I am downright devastated as I am now certain my parents will miss the birth of this child. It breaks my heart. But all I have prayed these last few months is that Pumpkin would come in God’s timing. I felt like a while back I had to accept the fact that Pumpkin might come while my parents are on vacation, but knowing now that my body is potentially close to having this baby, it just adds to the stress and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our family. Pray that I won’t drive Patrick crazy as he is such a servant to me, constantly propping pillows under me and getting me anything and everything that I need, while taking care of Caroline at the same time. Please pray that Caroline will adjust well to being a big sister. I think she finally understands that there’s a baby in my belly and she will rub and kiss “the baby”, so sweet. Please pray that I won’t lose my cool, and above all else, that God will be in control of Pumpkin and his/her entry into this big world, and that we will have no complications. I trust in the Lord with all my heart, and I know he hears our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will try to update this blog more regularly in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Hallums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-8715305344005274942?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8715305344005274942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=8715305344005274942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8715305344005274942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/8715305344005274942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/pumpkin-update.html' title='Pumpkin Update'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-7092227716999554829</id><published>2008-03-03T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:54:37.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me RELIGION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me LOGIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me FORESIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me IRONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about STAMINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about WEATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about ENVY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait until we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about RECEIVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to get it when you get home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me ESP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me HUMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me GENETICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about my ROOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me WISDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;When you get to be my age, you'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother taught me about JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-7092227716999554829?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7092227716999554829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=7092227716999554829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7092227716999554829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/7092227716999554829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-reasons-i-owe-my-mother.html' title='25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4037664489469293539</id><published>2008-02-20T13:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:23:51.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DATE OF BIRTH_____________HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________ SOCIAL SECURITY _________________ DRIVERS LICENSE ________________BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______ Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No&lt;br /&gt;Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No If No, explain: _____________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Number of years they have been married ______________________________&lt;br /&gt;If less than your age, explain ________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;C. A waterbed? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ESSAY SECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you? _________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you? ________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church you attend ______________________________&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend ___________________________&lt;br /&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br /&gt;Father? _____________&lt;br /&gt;Mother?_____________&lt;br /&gt;Pastor? _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely all answersare confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be: __________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my: __________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: A woman's place is in the: _____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is: __________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What do you want to be IF you grow up? _______________________________ ________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: __________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: What is the current going rate of a hotel room? ___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TOTHE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE and RED HOT POKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Father's Signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;State Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;(Their stamp goes here) Notary Public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.Please allow four to six years for processing.You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write. If your application is rejected, you will benotified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (You might watch your back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare yourself, start studying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daddy's Rules for Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Daddy's (or Mommy's) Rules for DatingYour dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure you've been told that in today's world sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool, places where there is darkness, places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay...Old folks homes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4037664489469293539?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4037664489469293539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4037664489469293539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4037664489469293539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4037664489469293539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/application-for-permission-to-date-my.html' title='APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-3352881872167966284</id><published>2008-02-15T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:53:13.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's 31st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline painted for the 1st time. She kept touching the marker tips and then putting them in her mouth. Then she would just bang the marker on the table so that it was just one big blob. I hope she takes after her daddy’s creativity and not her mama’s, which is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Patrick and I went out to &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner we went to the church &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to let her play on the playground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really likes to swing, and try to &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go up the slide. Not so much go down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the slide! &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful family photo! Ha Notice how C is signing “down”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her aunt, uncle and cousins had just gotten there and she did not want to be held for a picture. I wondered how Patrick talked my sister into babysitting Caroline, much less at our house. If you know Lori, you know she RARELY crosses the river! It wouldn’t take long for me to find out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and I had a delicious meal at Cajun’s Wharf (thanks to my boss for the gift card!) which even included a free birthday dessert: chocolate crème brulee. Yum!!! Patrick had told me that we were going to see a show at 8 o’clock. At this time it was about 7:20, I think. Whenever I started to call the house to see how Caroline was doing and what she had to eat for supper, Patrick told me that we had time to go by the house and I could just check on her then instead of calling. I thought: good idea, plus that way we can drop off the leftovers in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I slowly opened the door b/c C is notorious for standing right in front the door, and I had even hit her with it earlier that day not knowing that she would be there. But when I walked in there were &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TONS &lt;/span&gt;of people there yelling "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SURPRISE"&lt;/span&gt;! I couldn’t believe it! I got all choked up, but tried not to get too emotional about the whole thing :) I have never had a surprise party before, and I was completely overwhelmed. I can’t tell you how loved and how special I felt seeing all those people there, for me! Well, I guess for me and the food. When I realized that my mom, sis, and BFF (hee hee!) Sarah had cooked all this food, I was just blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick had thought of everything: the big cookie cake that I had hinted at a while back, the invitations, balloons, food, ice cream (even strawberry-my favorite!), the sign the draftsman at my work had made, etc. I felt bad that I was complaining to Sarah just the other day how he didn’t pick up on hints! Ha He did such a good job, and I was so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who came. I know Caroline sure had fun, and Reagan, too! I think Caroline was proud her new bedroom and showed it off to just about anyone she could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures: The only time Caroline let me hold her. She was on the go the whole time!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice how I'm wearing Caroline's "I'm one" b-day hat. All I needed was a 3 in front of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys talking politics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My college friends: Jessica (had a baby 4 weeks ago, I know. It doesn't look possible but I have met the baby.), Eva &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(had a baby 10 days before Caroline and is expecting a girl in June), and Sarah (has a husband).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline and her best friend Reagan. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-3352881872167966284?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3352881872167966284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=3352881872167966284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3352881872167966284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/3352881872167966284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/elizabeths-31st-birthday.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s 31st Birthday!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-2447507589717043233</id><published>2008-02-15T12:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:33:41.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, both Patrick and I were off work, so we got to spend the whole day together as a family. I love days like that! We started off with Krispy Kreme donuts, which Caroline LOVES! She didn’t love, however, wearing the hat. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we ran some errands we put her hair in pigtails for the first time. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was no easy task, but we were eventually successful. It took both of us, what kind of mother am I? ha &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her 2nd night in her big girl bed. Notice all the &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pacis lying next to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this shirt! I wear it all the time. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Aunt Lolly! Though I’m wondering if you should have ordered one that said February or March instead…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-2447507589717043233?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2447507589717043233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=2447507589717043233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2447507589717043233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/2447507589717043233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-friday.html' title='last Friday'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1234138803449714797</id><published>2008-02-14T17:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:20:32.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroline is officially a BIG GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has now been a week since Caroline has been sleeping in her "big girl" bedroom. So far so good! She has done really well sleeping at night in her BIG bed, and taking naps in it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little party for her was so much fun! She LOVES Papa John's Pizza! And we gave her a big Elmo to sleep with, which she calls "Melmo", so sweet. She has now said the word "Melmo" more times than she has said "mama" and "dada" combined. Guess I know where we stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick worked so hard to get her room ready for her...which included moving almost all the furniture we did have in that bedroom up in the attic, then scraping the ceiling and painting it and the walls. We also had new carpet installed. Caroline has my old bedroom furniture. I'm thinking it might even be considered antique since it was purchased in 1985 when we moved to NLR! ha Caroline also has a few things on her walls that are special to me that I had as a little girl : the Precious Moments and the plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually put a baby gate up in her doorway and then crack her door. We quickly learned that she got over her apprehension of climbing down her step stool b/c she almost always meets us at the gate when she wakes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the big night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating her pepperoni and canadian bacon pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing us how she can climb on her bed all by herself (using her step stool, of course.)&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting her daddy to help her get down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8759.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8758.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little superstar!&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing with her balloons, which she calls "Bo Bo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures of her new bedroom &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8757.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              I know it looks like a mug shot, but we're actually measuring her for her growth chart. She's just a hair under 30 inches, which means she's grown about 10 inches since she was born! (Notice how she still has her knee fat. I love it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline didn't care about her "big girl"certificate, she just wanted the cupcakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8752.jpg"&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/5589363515991721251-1234138803449714797?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1234138803449714797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1234138803449714797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1234138803449714797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1234138803449714797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/caroline-is-officially-big-girl.html' title='Caroline is officially a BIG GIRL!'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-411534167504375734</id><published>2008-02-07T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:45:52.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Pumpkin" (aka Liz's first blog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On August 4, 2007 we learned that our lives would never be the same! I took a pregnancy test early in the morning, and kept the good news secret from everyone except Caroline. (Really, who was she going to tell?) I hosted a shower for Rebecca L. that morning, ironically, and never gave a hint that I, too, was expecting. Later that afternoon…after the shower, after Patrick finished yard work at his parents’ house, after Caroline woke up from her nap (it felt like FOREVER!) she was finally able to tell her daddy her secret. Earlier that day we had made a little card for him that read on the outside: “Daddy, I have a secret”. On the inside was, “I’m going to be a big sister!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the camcorder ready, though I didn’t quite get the response I expected. I think SHOCKED was the best way to describe his reaction. So I quickly turned off the ca&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mcorder to give him a chance to breathe again! Ha After the initial shock, I took a picture of the happy daddy x 2. And yes, that is Caroline playing with the pregnancy test, though don’t worry. The end was covered and completely sanitary :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to make Caroline a t-shirt to tell our parents the good news. My parents were leaving for Chicago in the morning and we really wanted to tell them before they left. Needless to say, both sets of parents were very excited! Once they finally read the shirt, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on the way to Hobby Lobby we decided on 2 things: 1- the name that we would call this baby until it’s born, since we didn’t want to find out the sex this time either (we knew that Aunt Lolly would be pumped about th&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6859-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6859-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at!!): &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (as you may recall Caroline was our Peanut) and 2- a boy and a girl name! Yep, we agreed imme&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6861-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6861-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;diately and knew what we wanted to call our precious child after it’s born. (Of course, being a woman, I reserve the right to change my mind at any point in time, but I doubt I will!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 9, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My first belly shot w/ Pumpkin. 5 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_6893-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I am already growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 7, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My first doctor’s appt. 9 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the doctor why I was starting to show so much earlier than I did with Caroline. Patrick and I seriously thought that I was having twins b/c he even noticed that I was showing. Maybe she was just trying to make me feel better, but my doctor told me that it’s normal to show earlier with your later pregnancies. I felt a little relieved, I guess. But I still didn’t have clothes to fit me! Caroline attended our 1st doctor’s appt, but she didn’t exactly have fun. She wasn’t real interested in seeing her little brother or sister on the ultrasound :) We got to see that little heart beating just as fast as it could, and it was of course AMAZING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doctor told us our due date is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April 10, 2008&lt;/span&gt;. We’re cutting it pretty close considering that my parents are going on a cruise to Greece with another church leaving March 24th returning April 2nd,&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Patrick’s mother is going on a cruise to Greece with her church leaving April 15th!!! “What the heck, our parents think that since they’re retired that they can just travel all the time?? What about us? What about our plans? Who’s going to watch their granddaughter while I’m in the hospital popping out another grandchild for them???” Hahaha But seriously, my sister and I have pretty much decided that my parents will be out of the country when Pumpkin comes and she has already offered to watch Caroline for us. Though she will be in the delivery room again with me and Pat... Oh, I can’t worry about this stuff now. It will all fall into place when it needs to :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We told our Sunday School class that we were pregnant. I think they were surprised but very excited for us! I knew we couldn’t keep it secret for long since I was already starting to show. Still, “mum” was the word! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned that I tested positive for group B strep/beta strep. Shouldn’t be a big deal, but I did have to take a round of antibiotics. Plus, whenever I go into labor I’m supposed to get 2 doses or 4 hours worth of antibiotics in my iv to make sure that the baby doesn’t catch it from me. “Uh, doctor, I didn’t even have an iv for 2 hours with Caroline, and don’t 2nd babies come even faster than the 1st one????” We’ll deal with that issue later. I did some research and it can be very scary if the baby gets group B strep. It can potentially be fatal. But I’m not worrying about it. I trust that Pumpkin and I are both in God’s hands and have faith that my prayers will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 12, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Starting to grow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7032-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 4, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My 2nd doctor’s appt. 13 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and her mama sharing some snacks while we waited on the doctor :) The doctor couldn’t hear Pumpkin’s heartbeat with the doppler (I wasn’t worried, b/c &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we couldn’t hear Caroline’s at that point, either.) Which means we got to have another ultrasound. And there was that little heart beating just as fast as it could! Amazing how much a baby grows in just 4 weeks…&lt;br /&gt;The next day was when I told everyone at work that we were pregnant. Of course, I got a lot of laughs. Apparently several people had been asking around if I was pregnant (see, I’m not exaggerating. I really WAS showing!) but no one had the nerve to ask me! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 24, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_7917.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Caroline saying “Hi” to Pumpkin. She loves to play with my belly button! She thinks it’s hilarious (can you blame her?) and tries to pull on it. But she doesn’t realize that that doesn’t feel good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 15, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 weeks My big ultrasound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultrasound was amazing. The tech saw immediately the sex of the baby. We had to turn our head several times! Apparently Pumpkin is not very bashful :) I was EXTREMELY disappointed when I learned that we would not get any pictures of our baby. Don’t get me started on that….some kind of legal blah, blah, blah. Oh, and she told us my due date was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;. Not a big deal. My doctor won’t change my original due date of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April 10, 2008&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn’t until the next week when the nurse from my OB’s office called me with the ultrasound results: 1) I had fluid on my cervix: which means I could bleed or lose that fluid at any point in time or whenever I start to dilate. Doesn’t that sound lovely? The ultrasound tech didn’t tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;2.) My baby had choroid plexus cysts on his brain…again, the ultrasound tech didn’t tell me. “Um, excuse me???? My baby has cysts on his brain???” That doesn’t sound good. The nurse told me that all babies have these and they normally dissolve at that point, and my baby’s hadn’t. No big deal, we’ll just schedule another ultrasound at 28 weeks to make sure they they’ve dissolved. Then I did a lot of research on the internet and talked to nurses about this, and basically these cysts can be tied to other birth defects like Trisomy, which is horrendous. Fortunately, my baby showed no other problems. According to my doctor, these cysts always dissolve unless the baby has other problems, which mine didn’t, in which case they don’t dissolve. So I had 9 weeks to fervently pray that these cysts would dissolve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway point (but probably more than halfway, unless this baby takes after Jacob T.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 29th, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another doctor’s appt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 28, 2007 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another doctor’s appt. Caroline has gone with us to several of our doctor’s appointments. Even though the rooms are teeny tiny, she has done very well. She has even sat on the bed with me and watched while the doctor listened to Pumpkin’s heart beating! I pray &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that she will be a wonderful big sister. And I have high expectations, b/c I know how great a big sister can be. Other than the fact that my sister used to wake me when I was sleeping peacefully, jump over me when I was lying on the floor, and would never play with me, she’s the best big sister a girl could ever hope for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out at this appt that my next ultrasound was not scheduled for 28 weeks, but rather 29 weeks. “I have to wait another whole week to make sure that the cysts have dissolved???” I wasn’t happy, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 14, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8633.jpg" border="0" /&gt; January 25, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a busy day this was! I’ll spare you the boring and stressful details, b/c all that matters is that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the cysts are gone&lt;/span&gt;!! Praise God! At least, the ultrasound tech and radiologist did not see them, which basically means they’re gone. And the rest of the baby checked out perfectly. This time the ultrasound tech said my due date was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;. Alright, we’re starting to get REALLY close to my parents still being out of the country!!! That baby better hold on until they get back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ultrasound I had the glucose screening (which I passed, no gestational diabetes. Yea!) and another OB appointment. All of this in the middle of bad weather, but we were all safe and I was extremely thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a deep breath when my doc said, “Ok, I’ll see you again in 3 weeks, and then you’ll start coming every 2 weeks.” I was almost speechless (if you know me well, you know I’m never completely speechless.) Uhhh, that means the baby is coming SOON, right? Holy Cow! Before I know it, I’ll start going every week! Deep breaths, Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 27, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline trying to pull on my belly button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 31, 2008 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 weeks &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wow, 30 weeks? Where has the time gone? I’m counting on less than 10 weeks to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I hope I haven’t bored anyone, if anyone is still out there. You see why I can’t do this whole blog stuff? Once I start writing I CAN’T STOP! We have dial-up at home (stop laughing) so we’ll probably only update the blog during the week while we’re at work.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to show our Pumpkin off to all our friends and family in just a few more weeks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, tonight Caroline is offically a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BIG GIRL&lt;/span&gt;!!  She will be sleeping in her big girl bedroom for the first time tonight.  We have a little family party planned with pizza, cupcakes, balloons, a gift, etc.  I want to make this VERY special for her!  She is such a sweet, good-natured little girl, and I know that she will make a wonderful big sister to Pumpkin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-411534167504375734?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/411534167504375734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=411534167504375734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/411534167504375734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/411534167504375734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-pumpkin-aka-lizs-first-blog.html' title='Our &quot;Pumpkin&quot; (aka Liz&apos;s first blog)'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1222664032878026627</id><published>2008-02-05T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:32:10.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move in ready?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y256/davediggs/IMG_8608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past month, give or take a day or two, I have been working to get Caroline a room that she can move into. Below are the before pictures…..it’ll be a few days before I get the “final” pictures posted.&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/5589363515991721251-1222664032878026627?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1222664032878026627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1222664032878026627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1222664032878026627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1222664032878026627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/move-in-ready.html' title='Move in ready?????'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-1725047699967753634</id><published>2008-01-31T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:04:22.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>Like the old saying is "if you don't like the weather in Arkansas, wait a few minutes and it'll change." Why is it on Monday of this week, it was 70 degrees and then it got "cooler" and then warmed up some and now today you have people running around my office wondering if/when it is going to start snowing and if we will get to go home early. My response has always been, "if you don't want to be here and you have leave, then leave." Some people don't like that. Well, at last check it's in the upper 30's and raining, tomorrow will be in the upper 80's and sunny and for kick off Sunday night in the 50's (thanks to Accu-Ned) I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep warm and be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-1725047699967753634?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://hurl.samples.dmpcontent.com/scripts/hurlPNM.exe?clipid=027207501010006900&amp;cid=600005' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1725047699967753634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=1725047699967753634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1725047699967753634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/1725047699967753634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589363515991721251.post-4554093736830607663</id><published>2008-01-26T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:55:55.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the "Blog" World</title><content type='html'>I thought it was about time for us to come into this world of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“blogging”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  I’m not going to promise that I/We will update this site &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;weekly&lt;/span&gt; we might just be doing good to do this &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt;….but who knows &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we might surprise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589363515991721251-4554093736830607663?l=thehallumfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4554093736830607663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589363515991721251&amp;postID=4554093736830607663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4554093736830607663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589363515991721251/posts/default/4554093736830607663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallumfamily.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-blog-world.html' title='Welcome to the &quot;Blog&quot; World'/><author><name>The Hallums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00748249035612803129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
