<?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-6404376487098544777</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:44:21.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~The Harris Family~*</title><subtitle type='html'>Living our love song...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8286775753547553929</id><published>2011-09-25T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:22:28.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember when I was all, I'm going to keep my blog updated and then I did, for like a month. Yeah, sorry about that. We've been kind of busy and when I have free time I take a pregnant lady nap, I mean do homework. Since the last post we've actually been on Charlie's first plane ride(s), which was ummm...ok, found out we're having a GIRL, got Larin back from CA and just been keeping busy with school, work and life! I've decided to be sick with bladder infections, general pregnant lady vomits and most recently pink eye! I just think they are planning on keeping me on antibiotics until this baby comes out! Ok, probably not but that's what it feels like. Charlie is starting to make more sense when he talks and is a busy busy little boy. He loves to climb and jump, yes JUMP off of things. This is a ton of fun for me, I'm just waiting for the broken bones to begin. In his defense right before he jumps he yells "JUMP!" so if I'm near enough I can catch him. He is a hoarder and finds and fills bags, pillowcases or boxes with whatever he deems interesting. I have to go through these bags every night before bed, usually finding change, toys, pieces of paper and all sorts of knick-knacks. And by knick-knacks I mean pretty much garbage! Can you hear me sighing? Anyways here's a few pics of the rotten little guy, I'll try and be better. Maybe once I'm allowed to wear contacts and makeup again I'll get my fat-belly picture done since I'm 25 weeks today. Eeek!&lt;br /&gt;Trying on hats in Walmart, don't let the cuteness trick you, he's still rotten, I promise.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u73VMKrb0dY/Tn9D3phGfrI/AAAAAAAAApk/bcHBzngkWWo/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u73VMKrb0dY/Tn9D3phGfrI/AAAAAAAAApk/bcHBzngkWWo/s200/DSCN0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314280317189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put this one on and yelled "HOOK!" Haha, he loves pirates and when he's in the tub pretends he's in a boat it's so funny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nNSqYQpaps/Tn9D3mcyFCI/AAAAAAAAAps/zx2XqfF_moA/s1600/DSCN0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nNSqYQpaps/Tn9D3mcyFCI/AAAAAAAAAps/zx2XqfF_moA/s200/DSCN0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314279493768226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy after the scavenger hunt. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWPXQy5PwqI/Tn9D3TjaWTI/AAAAAAAAApc/RQBf6DvwXPU/s1600/DSCN0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWPXQy5PwqI/Tn9D3TjaWTI/AAAAAAAAApc/RQBf6DvwXPU/s200/DSCN0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314274421299506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scavenger hunt with Thomas, or choo-choo as Charlie calls him. Poor Thomas, Charlie chases him around and yells Choo-choo at him all the time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOMZebVta-M/Tn9D375JsgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/zNi7ozX7CMw/s1600/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOMZebVta-M/Tn9D375JsgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/zNi7ozX7CMw/s200/DSCN0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314285249901058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Charlie bowling at Sgt.Numa's son's b-day party. He thought it was awesome...until he found out about the whole taking turns thing. That was not awesome. He would get so mad at us and go pout to Sgt.Numa and tell on us. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g92GIQGn8HY/Tn9D3DpGLHI/AAAAAAAAApU/yDmK2PLx000/s1600/DSCN0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g92GIQGn8HY/Tn9D3DpGLHI/AAAAAAAAApU/yDmK2PLx000/s200/DSCN0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314270150175858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning out baby stuff (i.e. getting rid of a lot of boy clothes and seeing how much girl crap we have to buy) I cleaned off some of Charlie's old baby toys. He has decided they are still his even though every time he climbs in he gets stuck and then gets mad. He's going to be sooo happy to share with his little sister I'm sure! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNL1HuhJA3o/Tn9D_mk93sI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z2EqB0hXWJY/s1600/DSCN0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNL1HuhJA3o/Tn9D_mk93sI/AAAAAAAAAp8/z2EqB0hXWJY/s200/DSCN0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656314416967048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to explain the whole baby thing to him, he usually just ignores me! He does carry around a picture of the ultrasound and talks about that baby but refuses to believe me that there's a baby in my belly. I'm starting to get more excited/anxious about this girl as time seems to be just flying by and I don't feel we have anything ready! I chalk this up to the nesting instinct and hope that my mind at least calms down enough for me to sleep and do homework because all it can seem to think about is all the stuff we still need! Well that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8286775753547553929?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8286775753547553929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8286775753547553929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8286775753547553929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8286775753547553929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-remember-when-i-was-all-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u73VMKrb0dY/Tn9D3phGfrI/AAAAAAAAApk/bcHBzngkWWo/s72-c/DSCN0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7532213903540948186</id><published>2011-07-10T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T06:25:35.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being pregnant sucks. I've done it  before and remembered it sucked but  forgot the details of why it  sucked. It's like pregnancy amnesia, those  cute chubby faced newborns  make you think, "Awww, it was bad but it was  ONLY 10 months and look  how cute!". Stupid hormones, tricky little  buggers. I've realized my  pregnancy brain is officially back, where you  forget stuff every 10  seconds. It's like ADHD without the energy and you  can't take crack for  it because it's "bad for the baby" so a lot less  fun than ADHD. The  other day, now don't turn me into CPS- totally forgot  to change my  son's diaper before naptime as I usually do and he woke up  with it  barely hanging on. Good thing he didn't poop or it could've  been used  as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;weapon. No worries though, since then I've been extra  diligent and  as soon as the thought- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you need to change the wee one&lt;/span&gt;- I  do it right  then before it has a chance to be replace with- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where is my  phone?&lt;/span&gt;- so that won't happen again. Luckily I always remember  to feed  him lunch, unfortunately I can't say the same for me. I forget  to feed  myself at least once a day which leads to another annoying  pregnancy  symptom- hunger. Not ordinary get something to eat your tummy  is  arumblin, it feels like if you don't eat within the next minute you   will most certainly DIE. One second you are completely fine and then you   realize it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; 3 pm and you haven't had lunch. In the millisecond it   takes you to realize this all of sudden you become faint and will do   anything to quench the black hole that was once your stomach. You   understand the saying "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," because if   you were locked in a room with a horse it wouldn't stand a freaking   chance. In under 3 minutes you would kill, skin and begin roasting the   horse on a spit you constructed of it's own bones, and somehow have   started a fire with pure willpower. Go ahead PETA, get pissed, but in   your troves of supporters there is at least one woman who has been   pregnant and she understands. She ate a 24oz. medium-rare ribeye   everyday for a month because of this hunger. Afterward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;s she was filled   with that guilty satisfaction, like the time you ate a weeks worth of   calories in candy bars in a single sitting, that kind of satisfaction.   She's on my side. Why would you lock a hungry pregnant woman in the room   with a horse anyways, that's just rude. Quit being so judgey PETA. And   now I need a ribeye.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR9m2O3YjoM/TWs9h6R3pVI/AAAAAAAASig/rQgVDaZwYB8/s1600/black_horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR9m2O3YjoM/TWs9h6R3pVI/AAAAAAAASig/rQgVDaZwYB8/s1600/black_horse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poor Beauty, she stood no chance, but was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7532213903540948186?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7532213903540948186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7532213903540948186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7532213903540948186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7532213903540948186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/07/pregnant-hungry.html' title='Pregnant hungry.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uR9m2O3YjoM/TWs9h6R3pVI/AAAAAAAASig/rQgVDaZwYB8/s72-c/black_horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8822108774288888536</id><published>2011-07-05T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:21:47.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops...I forgot to blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been keeping caught up as much as I should I've felt like poop most days and when I feel like actually getting out of pajamas I'm taking the wee one somewhere so he doesn't get too stir crazy. It's hard trying to find stuff to do because it's so stinkin' icky outside. Hot and HUMID and I don't do well in that climate (neither does my poor white child) add being nauseous, tired and pregnant bleh. I'm starting to have more good&lt;br /&gt; days (like actually taking a shower and putting on CLOTHES not p.j.s) so I'm thinking it's going to get better here soon. Charlie is crazy, and I love it. He has finally decided to try and say words instead of blabbering all the time and he cracks me up! I still don't catch all of what he's saying but he is getting clearer everyday. He only says sorry if he falls or drops something but won't say it when I ask him after he's been naughty, he LOVES Toy Story and tells me about the movie- like I don't see it at least once a day- and asks for more books or kisses to put off bedtime. On some of my good days we've gone out with a little playgroup in my neighborhood and they are awesome. I love the ladies there for planning these things! We went to the zoo, pools, playgrounds, the beach and on a scavenger hunt and lots more. It's nice having a group to hang out with when you are so far from family. Here are a few pics from those.&lt;br /&gt;At the Zoo feeding chickens&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_dfA7_8R2o/ThNv-Exhi2I/AAAAAAAAApE/8xPf0ut_05Y/s1600/DSCN0413%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_dfA7_8R2o/ThNv-Exhi2I/AAAAAAAAApE/8xPf0ut_05Y/s320/DSCN0413%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963471739915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scavenger hunt&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJgbMyd-OpU/ThNvN5edujI/AAAAAAAAAoc/L3r-Oo1Ja00/s1600/DSCN0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJgbMyd-OpU/ThNvN5edujI/AAAAAAAAAoc/L3r-Oo1Ja00/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962644073462322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWlD4l6tQy8/ThNv96t_etI/AAAAAAAAAo8/neOWpQeIE-k/s1600/DSCN0407%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWlD4l6tQy8/ThNv96t_etI/AAAAAAAAAo8/neOWpQeIE-k/s320/DSCN0407%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963469040745170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I mentioned the crazy amount of little critters and bugs here. I've never like the outdoors since I got old enough to know better and here I dislike it more so. There are bugs- BIG bugs, frogs, toads and lizards just running amok in our yard. This climate is a lot easier to grow in I guess. I found millions of these little bitty frogs in our yard and garden and now they are not so little, toads make a home in anything you leave outside and there is a family of lizards that live right out our front door. Charlie thinks they are funny and chases them and I sit there all freaked out having to wash his hands all the time. &lt;br /&gt;See the tiny little frog, there are tons and they have gotten bigger!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2oqAPFJaVg/ThNvP9RfXPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/eO_EqfORpsg/s1600/DSCN0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t2oqAPFJaVg/ThNvP9RfXPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/eO_EqfORpsg/s320/DSCN0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962679452523762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7N44Euv3dhM/ThNvNR2NKEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/97bk-Cpwq9c/s1600/DSCN0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7N44Euv3dhM/ThNvNR2NKEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/97bk-Cpwq9c/s320/DSCN0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962633435621442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did a carnival on the 3rd for the 4th which we stopped by- it was disgustingly humid, the entire place smelt of everyone's B.O. and there were some pretty shady characters there. We were going to go on a few rides for Charlie but he decided playing on the playground there was the funnest thing so we let him go nuts and enjoy playing and it was FREE. We hiked back to our car and cranked up the AC and went home where we played with Pops and sparklers! I doubt if we're here next year we'll even bother going and just get our own fireworks, besides nothing beats the fireworks at the river in Idaho, right!?!&lt;br /&gt;Throwing Pops, to see him in action look at the video on FB!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-168V7c9lM5o/ThNv-8VRSqI/AAAAAAAAApM/n5OElE9BRR0/s1600/DSCN0428%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-168V7c9lM5o/ThNv-8VRSqI/AAAAAAAAApM/n5OElE9BRR0/s320/DSCN0428%255B1%255D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625963486653794978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a sad note we had to get rid of Tinks, she had separation anxiety really bad and with me going back to school and the new baby and some other stuff with Larin's job (LONG STORY) it's just not in the cards. If I left at all I had to put her in her kennel or she would chew everything. We lost blinds-which she actually chewed from inside her kennel(?), the windowsill was chewed and some of the baseboards in the kitchen all from leaving her alone to run errands and I just didn't feel right locking her up all the time. We found a great place up in PA so I drove her up there a week ago and dropped her off, I might have cried but I'm pregnant so back off! It's a huge farm and the lady breeds Newfs and Tink was already loving the wide open spaces and friends so at least she went somewhere better!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now Charlie and I can't wait until August (1-24) to come back to ID to see everyone, I'll be nice and pregnant by then...wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While I was writing this, the following happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... It's quiet where could Charlie have gone...Giggles from the closet and a blanket sticking out from under the door...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HN8Oe2hiVJ4/ThNvOtuC2JI/AAAAAAAAAok/CAFSi1KbaNc/s1600/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HN8Oe2hiVJ4/ThNvOtuC2JI/AAAAAAAAAok/CAFSi1KbaNc/s320/DSCN0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962658097453202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mamama look COOKIE!" Yeah, it's my fault I didn't put them up far enough apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2sjPjXD-Q/ThNvPYzO6iI/AAAAAAAAAos/2iBJN436uSE/s1600/DSCN0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1L2sjPjXD-Q/ThNvPYzO6iI/AAAAAAAAAos/2iBJN436uSE/s320/DSCN0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962669661940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8822108774288888536?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8822108774288888536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8822108774288888536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8822108774288888536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8822108774288888536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/07/whoopsi-forgot-to-blog.html' title='Whoops...I forgot to blog.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_dfA7_8R2o/ThNv-Exhi2I/AAAAAAAAApE/8xPf0ut_05Y/s72-c/DSCN0413%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3857124579415667444</id><published>2011-06-10T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:34:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFqqjaOtPtw/TfKNyG2zB0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/wFuAEIGaCBc/s1600/baby%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFqqjaOtPtw/TfKNyG2zB0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/wFuAEIGaCBc/s320/baby%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616707577257854786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are expecting baby number 2 here in January, January 9th to be exact. I about died when they told me I wasn't due until then. Here's to hoping I survive this horrid heat whilst pregnant! We are super excited and Larin is convinced it's a girl...eek! Not that I don't want a girl we just already have all the boy stuff. If you are friends with my mom on fb you already know this, haha! I'm having to deal with way more nausea then I did with Charlie- with him I felt sick, got sick and felt better. Now I'm sick feeling ALL DAY while trying to keep up with Charlie and falling asleep on the couch all the time. I'm 10 weeks so hopefully I get my energy and less icky feeling here in a few weeks. Don't have much to update we've just been keeping busy. I'm enrolled to start school in the fall and Larin has to go to MORE training in CA July through August so me being spoiled weaseled two tickets for Charlie and I to come back to IFtown to see family for a few weeks! We got our family pics done-yes mother I have one to send to you- and Charlie's 2 year old pics. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSrM6rxH8WY/TfKNyptMvoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4v-sDdTthMU/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VSrM6rxH8WY/TfKNyptMvoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4v-sDdTthMU/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616707586612838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wasn't so happy about them so we didn't get very many. That's all for now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXZ2KdDgbMY/TfKNx25hN7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/RxQdVtFJu9s/s1600/charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXZ2KdDgbMY/TfKNx25hN7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/RxQdVtFJu9s/s320/charlie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616707572974303154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3857124579415667444?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3857124579415667444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3857124579415667444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3857124579415667444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3857124579415667444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/06/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFqqjaOtPtw/TfKNyG2zB0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/wFuAEIGaCBc/s72-c/baby%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5854653924234677347</id><published>2011-05-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:57:12.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MMMmmm....root beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCnf0s8Pyw/TdMVsh4G7jI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8Om2se9Q30Q/s1600/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCnf0s8Pyw/TdMVsh4G7jI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8Om2se9Q30Q/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607849815758532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a little while since I updated and it's been raining ALL day so we're stuck inside so I figured might as well. As everyone knows Charlie and I went down to South Carolina for some fun in the sun and seeing Godmom Kat graduate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rerBKgrfsq8/TdMWqUZzDcI/AAAAAAAAAno/NJgOtNnI86w/s1600/227778_528727978133_40202920_30713764_3102634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rerBKgrfsq8/TdMWqUZzDcI/AAAAAAAAAno/NJgOtNnI86w/s320/227778_528727978133_40202920_30713764_3102634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607850877293628866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a great time and an eight hour drive is nothing after the three-day one it took to get to MD so it went swimmingly. It was actually pretty fair weather-wise in the 70's and not near as humid as home. We hung out at the pool and ate tons of yummy food...probably too much actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f-KjmNWG58/TdMVs6CnXbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MbDJI3hlgFo/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7f-KjmNWG58/TdMVs6CnXbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MbDJI3hlgFo/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607849822245051826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the swimming the wee one was exhausted, I might have been too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWIiVZwCF34/TdMWp2OkgCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/XMHG65Kut9A/s1600/DSCN0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NWIiVZwCF34/TdMWp2OkgCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/XMHG65Kut9A/s320/DSCN0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607850869193474082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; On our way back I stopped and caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in 6 years! Crazy, that whole Facebook bringing peeps together. We got home and I got my Mother's day gift a day early because I'm awesome like that. Drumroll...........A SHARK STEAM MOP! Sounds misogynistic to those hardcore feminists, "You're husband bought you something to clean with??!?!!?! BARF!" Well guess what, I asked for it and if you know me you know I can spend hours in the cleaning aisle because I probably should take that medicine that was prescribed me but then my house wouldn't be so nice and clean... I digress. Larin also wrote me a mushy lovey dovey card and Charlie (most likely Larin again) got me chocolate, so I win Mother's day. Now onto figuring out this schooling crap as I wait for the College here to get my transcript hullabaloo into order, I've been accepted but hey it's a Community College so not much to brag about there. Here's to hoping the Nursing school is as easy to get into as this was! This post is fairly random, sorry but that's what it has been like around here. Here let me make it more random and then the randomness can be the theme thereby making it less random.(?)Here are some random unrelated pics enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the wee one doing his new favorite thing. Filling up the sink and splashing like crazy. See how he figured out his potty could become a stepping stool, yeah, that's all he uses it for. Wait correction, he also put his toys in it. Potty training is fun, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWvF_ji0x0/TdMWqE9ZNAI/AAAAAAAAAng/b2xDXYU8VSo/s1600/DSCN0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5OWvF_ji0x0/TdMWqE9ZNAI/AAAAAAAAAng/b2xDXYU8VSo/s320/DSCN0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607850873147962370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See how green it is in my backyard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDnqHrxCLtk/TdMVr4H8LcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AYMJPJMFtBM/s1600/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDnqHrxCLtk/TdMVr4H8LcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AYMJPJMFtBM/s320/DSCN0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607849804550647234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In those trees is a stream and here's Charlie throwing rocks in it. He loves going back here, me not so much, I hate the outdoors and it's full-fledged tick season so I have to go over us with a fine-tooth comb when we get home. But I do it, for him...ah the sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEOLUm-M1Qs/TdMYYkaaWQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/f4xBjwTW8E0/s1600/cccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEOLUm-M1Qs/TdMYYkaaWQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/f4xBjwTW8E0/s320/cccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607852771376781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The outside pic of my house I promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux4mAKmuGFw/TdMVsUFpFGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8sYRSOB3ZjM/s1600/DSCN0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux4mAKmuGFw/TdMVsUFpFGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8sYRSOB3ZjM/s320/DSCN0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607849812057199714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And done. Until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5854653924234677347?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5854653924234677347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5854653924234677347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5854653924234677347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5854653924234677347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aPCnf0s8Pyw/TdMVsh4G7jI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8Om2se9Q30Q/s72-c/DSCN0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4834557249047695974</id><published>2011-04-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:10:52.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Jesus brings Candy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYNit8XcY40/Tbcw5Q0bzTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eZCto7FC0Pw/s1600/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYNit8XcY40/Tbcw5Q0bzTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eZCto7FC0Pw/s320/DSCN0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998421984070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I was all, once I move far away I'll post more to keep y'all updated. Look at me I'm actually doing it. You're welcome mom. Easter came and when I went in to get Charlie out of bed I tried explaining the why behind it and it sort of worked, sort of...&lt;br /&gt;Me: "....and that is why we celebrate Easter!!"&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: "Jesus?? Cookie? Candy!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rubs temples-"Sigh...Close enough. You are two and that works I guess."&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: "JESUS CANDY!!!! THANK YOU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting Charlie some breakfast, so he'd have something other than pure sugar to vomit up later, we went downstairs and emptied the toys out of the basket and hunted the Easter eggs. For a two year old he did pretty well finding them. It was pretty cute and then he went on a major candy bender- except he opened all his eggs to find the Reese's and wouldn't eat anything else because he's smart like that. In the midst of major sugar high he ran around with his water guns saying "Bang bang, hahahahahaha, die die die." which was creepily hilarious, all in all a good Easter.&lt;br /&gt;GUNS!!! He is his father's child.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFocG8cSP9s/Tbcw5wqpgGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/H9Q-ytayoHg/s1600/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFocG8cSP9s/Tbcw5wqpgGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/H9Q-ytayoHg/s320/DSCN0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998430532960354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH_b1_BbHos/Tbcw6phNCNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GCUVsWgqm8w/s1600/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH_b1_BbHos/Tbcw6phNCNI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GCUVsWgqm8w/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998445794166994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that is a lot of calories mom."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ovAK5Lnjo/Tbcw6WFaDiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/K0MQoYlQtxg/s1600/DSCN0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ovAK5Lnjo/Tbcw6WFaDiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/K0MQoYlQtxg/s320/DSCN0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599998440577306146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly a video of what Charlie does with his Easter basket now that the candy is gone...never mind it won't load...look at it on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4834557249047695974?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4834557249047695974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4834557249047695974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4834557249047695974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4834557249047695974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-jesus-brings-candy-day.html' title='Happy Jesus brings Candy Day!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYNit8XcY40/Tbcw5Q0bzTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eZCto7FC0Pw/s72-c/DSCN0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-314578415476250696</id><published>2011-04-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T18:12:12.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new house! (Major Picture Overload)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's technically not OUR house since we are renting but we are so in love with it and the neighborhood we're looking into buying in this area maybe even this house if we can get a better price. We are going to wait 6 months and then looking around. The Proving Grounds are getting a major overhaul and a ton of new BRAC (military) folks are expected to be pouring in here in a year or so, so it'd be a nice place to own property. Like I said we're waiting to see and hopefully get a good price before we do something like that so yeah, stay tuned on that. I am in love with MD by the way. The people here are uber nice, I know ALL my neighbors already. The neighborhood is great and we are meeting loads of great people. Things I DON'T like- it rains ALL THE TIME. Seriously, everyday, my hair and skin is all sorts of crazy right now! This is why I don't have a pic of the outside I'll get one I promise. Um, not much else that I don't like, I do get lost a lot but that's my, not MD's, fault.  It's a nice little townhouse I'll take you on a walk-through with pics of course! Oh and there are 3 levels which is why I miss even more phone calls than I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;MAIN LEVEL&lt;br /&gt;This is right as you walk in the front door. It's our kitchen, we were going to get something like a baker's rack or and island but haven't yet. Since it rains a ton Tink's kennel is in there instead. She is in time-out, I don't remember what she did but apparently it was enough for me to gate her in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kERdZ-bmc-M/TbIdEdQFtiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oUNGgNUsAUg/s1600/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kERdZ-bmc-M/TbIdEdQFtiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oUNGgNUsAUg/s320/DSCN0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569249183741474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dining room. Our original table was broken in the move this is our card table with a pretty tablecloth hiding it. I might get a new one, might not. With how much we move I kind of don't see a point!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjPikLqXyVQ/TbIdEoJuRRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3wjJaV9Sb2E/s1600/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjPikLqXyVQ/TbIdEoJuRRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3wjJaV9Sb2E/s320/DSCN0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569252109829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite quiet place. My living room with my new couches! I have scotch-gaurded the heck out of them and don't allow the wee one on without hand-washing first, and of course NO TINK ALLOWED on them at all .period. She's going to get so big she's not allowed on ANY furniture for that matter!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cvoFhykAWk/TbIdFcowXKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FFK48MifhPA/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cvoFhykAWk/TbIdFcowXKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/FFK48MifhPA/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569266198633634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might notice my bedroom armoire in the corner. After a lot of fanangling, yelling and swears we discovered it was NOT going to make it up the stairs unless we acquire magic powers. I actually really like it down here, the room is so big it needed something over there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2QKnJ_pRiA/TbIdFGzR7kI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HI0qKuEIEtw/s1600/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2QKnJ_pRiA/TbIdFGzR7kI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HI0qKuEIEtw/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569260337196610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fPi4d8_hY4/TbIdE0Hv5DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5qV6eezUujk/s1600/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fPi4d8_hY4/TbIdE0Hv5DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/5qV6eezUujk/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569255322772530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a super-nice deck with a pretty view, which will get only prettier once everything finishes blooming there's even a pretty creek running through it all. Of course if you walk all the way out and look straight down there's a hill straight down into a run-off pond crap thingy. Not pretty but I guess when it rains this much it's necessary so that it doesn't end up in your basement so no complaints here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T-_yywkEQU/TbIjbnLMG5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/2khNvSj3j9k/s1600/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--T-_yywkEQU/TbIjbnLMG5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/2khNvSj3j9k/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598576244054301586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UPPER LEVEL (there's also another bedroom upstairs that is packed with storage I didn't think you'd care to see that one...you're welcome)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a special treat, Charlie's room along with a full scale two year old meltdown!&lt;br /&gt;Wee one-"Hey mom, let me hold the camera! I won't break this one I promise"(Translated by me it sounded more like " Dadada mememe cars, caillou.....LALALALAYAYAYAY! Chuggachoochoo.")&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Yeah, right, dream on sucker. How about you climb in your new big boy bed and I'll take a picture of you! YAY!"(Acts super happy to confuse him into being happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdr-XlXobRk/TbIdxtUcW1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Q0W9ObYr2Ws/s1600/DSCN0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdr-XlXobRk/TbIdxtUcW1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Q0W9ObYr2Ws/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570026591083346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See he started to climb into his bed then realized I was tricking him and he still wanted the camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EflPp6BPxjs/TbIdxSzXTOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8MNMIelIF2M/s1600/DSCN0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EflPp6BPxjs/TbIdxSzXTOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8MNMIelIF2M/s320/DSCN0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570019473018082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARS!!! And the beginning of the temper-tantrum.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGpKNRVg6Sc/TbId6kXn6XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zurHbdAPd70/s1600/DSCN0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGpKNRVg6Sc/TbId6kXn6XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zurHbdAPd70/s320/DSCN0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570178807327090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the room and a pissed off two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7C7qwQNf0Xo/TbId7F8mRiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QzR6MVvqC3I/s1600/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7C7qwQNf0Xo/TbId7F8mRiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QzR6MVvqC3I/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570187820779042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you you were in for a treat...Now here's the main upstairs bathroom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOhA2b0O_6o/TbIdZUG37vI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Vic9FrkQtMg/s1600/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOhA2b0O_6o/TbIdZUG37vI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Vic9FrkQtMg/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569607506423538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Bathroom- with my very own TUB! YAY me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1K3xyZg2_M/TbIdZyCYxVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/s_aVwkTi4T8/s1600/DSCN0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1K3xyZg2_M/TbIdZyCYxVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/s_aVwkTi4T8/s320/DSCN0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569615540667730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master bedroom with the new TV awesome, no? We are super amazing and fit all our clothes in ONE closet since our armoire didn't make it. That is why we got a TV, saved money by not having to buy a new dresser and a congratulatory present for stuffing all our crap into one closet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JT_62seuPT0/TbIdZgeSN1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/tlBk26LPEuY/s1600/DSCN0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JT_62seuPT0/TbIdZgeSN1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/tlBk26LPEuY/s320/DSCN0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569610825840466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOWER LEVEL&lt;br /&gt;The man room has it's own bathroom, if I don't go downstairs I may never see my husband, wait he doesn't have a fridge...yet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yysy5zPr5zM/TbIdaNZWtsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wH7rWhtWd74/s1600/DSCN0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yysy5zPr5zM/TbIdaNZWtsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wH7rWhtWd74/s320/DSCN0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598569622884759234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man room, Larin just got off work and was not pleased I was taking photos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFdNBVc5roo/TbIdw8E8UhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/CuPbgjzD3as/s1600/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFdNBVc5roo/TbIdw8E8UhI/AAAAAAAAAlY/CuPbgjzD3as/s320/DSCN0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570013372731922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MzpF1J4u_E/TbIdwrRS5iI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ycFZlHCoS9s/s1600/DSCN0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MzpF1J4u_E/TbIdwrRS5iI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ycFZlHCoS9s/s320/DSCN0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570008861140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the toy room play area!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiGRdqLolg8/TbIdxIjhKRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pxnPEkCwLbU/s1600/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiGRdqLolg8/TbIdxIjhKRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pxnPEkCwLbU/s320/DSCN0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598570016722200850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! You want to see more come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-314578415476250696?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/314578415476250696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=314578415476250696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/314578415476250696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/314578415476250696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-new-house-major-picture-overload.html' title='Our new house! (Major Picture Overload)'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kERdZ-bmc-M/TbIdEdQFtiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oUNGgNUsAUg/s72-c/DSCN0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2533599830390621227</id><published>2011-04-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:01:22.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey East</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFyIbjbfQnI/TbIVNWIA-GI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cAglrvnK5IU/s1600/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFyIbjbfQnI/TbIVNWIA-GI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cAglrvnK5IU/s320/DSCN0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598560605796628578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're finally settled and I got my camera back I decided I should probably update. The ride over went a lot better than I thought, thanks in large part to my mom who drove with me! As if you don't owe your parents enough already I owe her MAJOR for that. Another thanks is owed to the portable DVD player which promptly died once we got into our house but it was a well spent $70 for the long car ride. He watched that the entire time, wouldn't even sleep. We left Idaho and drove straight through to my Grandma Shirley's in Batavia and made excellent time- 24 hours!  I drove the first 12 my mom the last. We were pretty exhausted on arrival and caught up on sleep. Thanks to Shirley too for letting us stay even with the stinky Tink puppy! My mom's family came to visit with us and meet Charlie for the first time ever and Charlie was sick and cranky as all heck. He went through a few outfits with the vomits, luckily not on anyone but Grandma and me (not so lucky for grandma:)! It was nice seeing everyone, sorry that we weren't the funnest to be around! They came out with a cake and a present for Charlie's birthday which was a surprise! My dad was swinging through so we were able to have dinner with (Great)Grandma Sullivan and see a few members of his family, Charlie was still pretty cranky. We left Illinois (Charlie was still sick and went through quite a few outfits on this drive) and drove straight through to Aberdeen Maryland and got to the Proving Grounds about 2 am. This is where it got fun, and by fun I mean I wanted to close myself in a closet and not come out for ten years. There was very little to choose from to rent especially with a dog. Charlie was confused, teething his three remaining eye teeth and screamed all night so there was very little sleep for anyone. When we found something it took forever for the guy to let us in even though we were paying a crapload to live there! $5200 in all, first months rent, pro-rated rent (first months rent again?? I don't know what their deal was) security deposit and a huge $1000 pet deposit. I was ready to leave Tink at the side of the road with a "Take me home" sign tied around her but I didn't. Unfortunately since it took so long for us to get in my dad, who stayed with us in the hotel on post had to leave to get back to work. My parents missed their 30th wedding anniversary because my mom stayed with us to help moving in, which was way nice having her there! Larin and I got the moving truck unloaded in a few hours while Mom stayed with Charlie at the hotel. The next day we unpacked everything from boxes and started setting up house. Once everything got moved in I started loving our new house and the neighborhood is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsjcAXBMkSM/TbIVOEtMfEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/a1IUcAX1TnM/s1600/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsjcAXBMkSM/TbIVOEtMfEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/a1IUcAX1TnM/s320/DSCN0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598560618300603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out birthday candles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIOjukN3ixc/TbIVNnv8O-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/adbEVteB9kQ/s1600/DSCN0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIOjukN3ixc/TbIVNnv8O-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/adbEVteB9kQ/s320/DSCN0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598560610527493090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dave was his favorite! Shirt numero 3 of the evening.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAmyMuuD1Hk/TbIVN8rGThI/AAAAAAAAAjo/djScWcmDW3o/s1600/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IAmyMuuD1Hk/TbIVN8rGThI/AAAAAAAAAjo/djScWcmDW3o/s320/DSCN0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598560616144326162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shirt numero 2 of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2533599830390621227?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2533599830390621227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2533599830390621227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2533599830390621227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2533599830390621227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/04/journey-east.html' title='Journey East'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFyIbjbfQnI/TbIVNWIA-GI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cAglrvnK5IU/s72-c/DSCN0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2119188402638717996</id><published>2011-03-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:39:53.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running a little behind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite bad at blogging the past few months and like everything in my life I'm running a little behind! Christmas went off without a hitch, Charlie got spoiled (SURPRISED? No, me neither) and we got to spend tons of time with family and friends and it was fabulous.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vp1wj_dBDoE/TXRQxhUUq9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SUiCxg-8J6U/s1600/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vp1wj_dBDoE/TXRQxhUUq9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SUiCxg-8J6U/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174649906310098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly we had to say goodbye to Larin/Daddy the day after New Year's for two months. It was stressful to say the least luckily I have plenty of family and friends who helped break up the craziness and watch Charlie so I didn't go completely insane, completely anyways.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjsB2G5CJcM/TXRQGQSPU4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/d7ww5q3YUrA/s1600/DSCN0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjsB2G5CJcM/TXRQGQSPU4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/d7ww5q3YUrA/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173906599793538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywtv4z75zNg/TXRQGOScasI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TcASRkcxbRE/s1600/DSCN0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywtv4z75zNg/TXRQGOScasI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TcASRkcxbRE/s320/DSCN0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173906063780546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUzfAUsq1TQ/TXRQkIafU_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/W2rLdlPz0G8/s1600/DSCN0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We first went and spent a few days at my sister Katie's and had a much needed girl's night where we stayed up way past our bedtimes then up to my mom's for awhile, home again and back up to mom's for the birth of my newest nephew Harrison Joseph Sullivan (Robert and Rachel's wee baby boy). The entire family was able to be together for the Superbowl including my dad which was a special treat since his job keeps him out on the road so much. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxNmHPuL7zY/TXRQG9phTII/AAAAAAAAAiY/i5DSq6pARlo/s1600/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxNmHPuL7zY/TXRQG9phTII/AAAAAAAAAiY/i5DSq6pARlo/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173918777035906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While up at my mom's our dog Suzie got out most likely looking for Larin and has yet to be found just a week before he was due home. We were going to get another dog anyways once we got out to Maryland so me in my impulsiveness went ahead and got a puppy....a month&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxaFPJ1amgU/TXRQjW5LiCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s4YUAiygC8g/s1600/DSCN0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxaFPJ1amgU/TXRQjW5LiCI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s4YUAiygC8g/s320/DSCN0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174406589941794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before our cross country move....a puppy, otherwise known as a whining poop/pee making machine...a month before our cross country move. Oh, I already said that, I'm still kind of confused myself. Apparently I like things to be AS DIFFICULT AS POSSIBLE. So now I'll be driving a two-year old and a barely three-month-old puppy across the entire United States of America. Bring on the ear plugs and Xanax. Wait probably no Xanax on account of me driving our huge truck but maybe a nightly one, with a cocktail, ok no cocktail because that's frowned upon whatever. Can you tell I'm stressed because I am. We've got most of the paperwork whatnot done just got to pack and move! I can finally post pictures because we bought a new camera as my beautiful son wrecked our other one, the one I got for Christmas three months ago...I'll let that sink in and shed a tear for our lost Nikon. And some of the puppy who is a Newfoundland. She was over 7lbs at 6 wks&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfYgC4j3Fmg/TXRQjJ3Y4jI/AAAAAAAAAio/DBlnKKVLqsg/s1600/DSCN0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfYgC4j3Fmg/TXRQjJ3Y4jI/AAAAAAAAAio/DBlnKKVLqsg/s320/DSCN0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174403092767282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 weeks-7lbs&lt;br /&gt;is now a whopping 15lbs at 8 wks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmPHJc6Riws/TXRQj-mOuZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3oXWza6kEQ/s1600/DSCN0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmPHJc6Riws/TXRQj-mOuZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/v3oXWza6kEQ/s320/DSCN0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174417247877522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15lbs-8 weeks&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't be surprised as she will end up around 130lbs. All things considered Ms.Tink is a pretty good dog just still getting the potty-training thing down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP_WA5qYK74/TXRQHHuVtNI/AAAAAAAAAig/vgnD33MojG8/s1600/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sP_WA5qYK74/TXRQHHuVtNI/AAAAAAAAAig/vgnD33MojG8/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173921481602258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was nice outside when we got back to Utah-for two whole days. Charlie LOVES being outside so we went and played outside for hours those two whole days and then the snow came. And then the rain came, and then the snow came again. And now it's been raining all day and expected to continue for a few days...way to go Utah way to freaking go! So we've been locked up in the house at least Larin is here to help with the crazy stir-crazy kid our once adorable wee one was. He got his very first real haircut (as in not buzzed completely off by me) and he screamed the whole time. He was not even distracted by the tootsie rolls. He is so dramatic I honestly don't know where he gets that-no snarky comments about me or I'll punch you in the face. Ok, that was a little overdramatic ignore that. Here's mister mini-Larin with his new hair which just makes him look more like his daddy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDML_zjYL4Y/TXRQkdMES4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/LHEayjuDOSE/s1600/DSCN0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDML_zjYL4Y/TXRQkdMES4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/LHEayjuDOSE/s320/DSCN0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581174425459641218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we'll be headed off to Aberdeen, MD here at the end of March-wish us luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2119188402638717996?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2119188402638717996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2119188402638717996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2119188402638717996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2119188402638717996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2011/03/running-little-behind.html' title='Running a little behind...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vp1wj_dBDoE/TXRQxhUUq9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SUiCxg-8J6U/s72-c/DSCN0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4409217278312410326</id><published>2010-12-05T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:38:28.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days until Christmas or 20 more days of putting tree ornaments back on the tree every 10 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My son is adorable. He is also rotten, very rotten. God made him adorable to try and even out the rottenness- he did not foresee the amazing level of rottenness. Don't get me wrong I love that kid like crazy but it does not make him any less rotten.&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0dsk-vI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fjNARuUyBO4/s1600/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0dsk-vI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fjNARuUyBO4/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547421892524440306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He climbs on everything. I pull him off the table at least 20 times a day. I know I have the tendency to exaggerate but this is not the case this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh6cieHrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DBOPg9fW3rM/s1600/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh6cieHrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DBOPg9fW3rM/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547416497734688434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh6cieHrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DBOPg9fW3rM/s1600/DSC01194.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;He despises time out but this does not deter any bad behavior one tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh7cDVqvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/a4kE_lF0JsA/s1600/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh7cDVqvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/a4kE_lF0JsA/s320/DSC01245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547416514783980274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major wedgie from trying to escape his diaper and/or from putting his hands in his diaper.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh7zig0pI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EWE4alFqDt4/s1600/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh7zig0pI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EWE4alFqDt4/s320/DSC01252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547416521088750226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact he can pull a gangsta face like this is all the proof anyone needs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh8HC5aEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JWxqTZEeWzg/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxh8HC5aEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/JWxqTZEeWzg/s320/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547416526324852802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming to believe the curly hair=evilness. The curlier the more evil. I fully intend to do studies to prove this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0kAcxjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tRm49jrhmX8/s1600/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0kAcxjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/tRm49jrhmX8/s320/DSC01257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547421894218401330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0wLWVGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n_BZS-rLapU/s1600/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0wLWVGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n_BZS-rLapU/s320/DSC01262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547421897485341794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And EVERY TIME I try to take a picture he reaches for the camera. I can not get a shot without going through a couple of these shots first.&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of letting him see some of his presents, this ended in major tantrums anytime I open a closet. He knows they are in there and I won't let him play with them. He tried to help me put up the Christmas tree. Helping to him was throwing the ornaments at the tree, getting angry that they weren't staying like mine, walking up to the tree and hitting it while yelling "DON'T". After I was done with the tree he decided he was scared of it. Further investigation of the tree proved it to be non-fatal so he began pulling ornaments off. I have only had the tree up for a day and have began contemplating a way of roping it off so I am not continuously putting ornaments back on. I am also contemplating tubal ligation. It is going to be a long 20 days until Christmas.&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/6404376487098544777-4409217278312410326?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4409217278312410326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4409217278312410326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4409217278312410326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4409217278312410326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/12/20-days-until-christmas-or-20-more-days.html' title='20 days until Christmas or 20 more days of putting tree ornaments back on the tree every 10 minutes'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TPxm0dsk-vI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fjNARuUyBO4/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4388538314002671107</id><published>2010-12-05T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:00:49.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist and why I hate going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's finals week and I'm supposed to be studying so I thought what better time to update the blog, right. So this is my procrastination post. I hate the dentist, not the actual person, I'm certain they are normal nice people but while they are drilling my mouth they are pretty much plain old evil. I'm also a very anxious person, like super should take medication for it anxious and the dentist is something that kicks it into high gear. I take crazy care of my teeth in order to not go. I had been putting off going for awhile and then decided about a year ago it was about time. I went and had 3 cavities no surprise considering I hadn't gone in forever. The dentist, who was actually not too bad to look at, said they were just surface cavities and he could fill them in a short appointment. Next week I came in for a 20 minute appointment or so I thought here's a synopsis of the past YEAR of dentist appointments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Supposed 20 minute appointment gets extended, dentist keeps saying things like "&lt;em&gt;Whoa" -"this is going to be longer than I thought"&lt;/em&gt; and something about my tooth &lt;em&gt;"having an abnormally large pulp".&lt;/em&gt; He tells me I might need a root canal and I'm going to be in pain for awhile. What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Pain, lot's of it. I despise tooth pain. I'd rather have labor pains. Seriously. The dentist even called the next night to check up on me- he knew this was going to happen. See evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ibuprofen, lot's of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I lie to myself, convince myself the pain will stop because there is no way I'm going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I finally go in mostly because my husband threatened to kick me out on the couch if I didn't. I see another dentist who takes an x-ray and gives me the whole abnormally large pulp bit and how they couldn't have foreseen this until they started drilling. I can wait and see if it stops but then the tooth will probably die and I'll get an abscess and have to have a root canal anyway and other problems or get a root canal. I opt to wait- &lt;strong&gt;the dentist cannot win&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I give up probably because my stomach couldn't handle anymore ibuprofen. I schedule the dreaded root canal and pout. Anxiety builds- I'm fairly certain a root canal will kill me and leave my child motherless further feeding my hate for the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Part one of root canal- I was unaware there was more than one part. More hate- more pain. Root canals suck, no matter how much Novocain they give you they inevitably hit a nerve and you will cry. It still hurts and costs a pretty penny even with insurance. Now I'm sure they made up everything, my tooth will hurt forever and they are just in it to take my money and leave my child motherless. Pain eases a bit so I have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Part two of root canal-what I thought would be the end and then they explain that I have a temporary crown and need to set up another appointment for the permanent one. I have survived so far so I'm thinking that it can't get too much worse and I figure I've paid for it all… nope wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Part one of permanent crown. Once again I discover that there is more than one part. $400 more. Stupid. On the upside pretty dentist is back so I can stare at him while he defiles my tooth. He slips with the drill and drills a chunk of my gum and tongue off and they try to pretend it didn't happen. I felt a sharp jab of pain even through the Novocain and have blood flicking all over my glasses I know something is up. They try to cover it up and have a conversation with me even though I can't answer back since there are four hands, a drill and now a large amount of blood and gauze in my mouth. I decide that dentists are evil all the time- I had given them too much credit. Did I mention this was the day before Thanksgiving and I have been instructed to take it easy with the food…I curse cute dentist under my breath to choke on a turkey bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part two of the permanent crown has been scheduled for the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; I will go and undoubtedly hate it. My tongue has pretty much healed up, I'm not dead but I still hate the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4388538314002671107?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4388538314002671107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4388538314002671107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4388538314002671107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4388538314002671107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/12/dentist-and-why-i-hate-going.html' title='The Dentist and why I hate going.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6476575927587890140</id><published>2010-10-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:42:25.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling VERY grateful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know we had another close call with Larin's father last week. He was very close to death a few times in the week we were up there, it was scary and deja-vuie (no, not a real word). It took me back to when I was laboring in the hospital and waiting for Larin's phone to ring with more news on his father's status and waiting for Charlie to come so we could get up to Idaho and hopefully see him once more. We made it and he had a successful surgery and was blessed with more time. And we love Grandpa Harris so much!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDMqjcSyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0mX3geK4Lzk/s1600/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDMqjcSyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0mX3geK4Lzk/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272102620744482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now a year and a half later we were sitting in the same hospital in an even more serious situation. Once again the man beat the horrible odds and is still here with us, he has a very long and laborious recovery ahead of him but as he has shown us before he is a fighter. Why does it take something so scary and sad to make us realize what we have I'll never know, I wish I noticed the amazing things in my life more! It was a major stressful week, Charlie got an ear infection so the little sleep we were getting lessened. Then coming home and making up for the time away added stress and I was not a pleasant person to be around I'm sure. Than Larin's birthday came around and he decided he wanted to do nothing...relax all day. So we have and it's been wonderful, and we had an awesome family nap and I sit and look at my family and think how great it all really is. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNU621JI/AAAAAAAAAgc/m1FEeROCFN0/s1600/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNU621JI/AAAAAAAAAgc/m1FEeROCFN0/s320/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272113993241746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband is such a wonderful man who takes such great care of us and still loves me even on my meanie days. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDM1dJnYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ypwqoVXk2Gk/s1600/diaperhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDM1dJnYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ypwqoVXk2Gk/s320/diaperhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272105547144578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there's Charlie, who has decided to ring in the terrible twos 6 months early, but still has those moments that makes my heart melt, makes me laugh until I cry, and sometimes if he feels like it will cuddle me and give me hugs and kisses. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNkZx_UI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1MFx4xD4O_A/s1600/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNkZx_UI/AAAAAAAAAgk/1MFx4xD4O_A/s320/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272118149479746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've felt so picked on and tired of life's curve balls but than I see this and remember I have it pretty rad...pretty rad indeed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNxjDzaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/eCmLJCa6rQ8/s1600/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDNxjDzaI/AAAAAAAAAgs/eCmLJCa6rQ8/s320/DSC01192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526272121678056866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6476575927587890140?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6476575927587890140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6476575927587890140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6476575927587890140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6476575927587890140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-very-grateful.html' title='Feeling VERY grateful.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TLFDMqjcSyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0mX3geK4Lzk/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2300195713335984049</id><published>2010-08-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:21:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMvbwbz3dI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CfvqqwxbVOE/s1600/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMvbwbz3dI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CfvqqwxbVOE/s320/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504295323481398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been like over two months eek, bad. School, all sorts of travels, all sorts of stuff with the wee one and just general life! Charlie is all grown up now, he wants to do everything by himself. Now that he is walking he all but refuses to allow me to carry him when we go places. This invariably leads to plenty of bumps and bruises. Poor kid also has my bruise-like-a-peach gene and a new bruise everyday! The other day he began throwing a temper tantrum and running down the hall with his eyes closed and ran right into the wall. I'll admit, I laughed pretty hard. We've got to do fun stuff now that he's is older and mobile. I finished my summer semester so now we are doing swim classes before I have to start up fall semester. He is so excited about it and is doing fabulous. No longer scared of putting his face under, which is good, and true to self he tries to do it all by himself. All for now here's some pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu1g_PBQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CCqOQg1p65g/s1600/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu1g_PBQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CCqOQg1p65g/s320/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504294666499982594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the pen marks all over his right leg, I still don't know where this pen came from or went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu1g_PBQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CCqOQg1p65g/s1600/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu1Opp_0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/3Jm7Ua8S3UI/s1600/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu1Opp_0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/3Jm7Ua8S3UI/s320/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504294661577637698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned a table over to make a chocolate milk lake, and then climbed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu0lUuSUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_DG93yWrqU/s1600/fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMu0lUuSUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_DG93yWrqU/s320/fishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504294650483984706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2300195713335984049?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2300195713335984049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2300195713335984049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2300195713335984049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2300195713335984049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/TGMvbwbz3dI/AAAAAAAAAf8/CfvqqwxbVOE/s72-c/DSC01166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8212060499319836922</id><published>2010-05-24T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:02:50.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's new name- Messy McGetintoEverything....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Due to the recent weeks of naughtiness I do believe we should change Charlie's name. Messy McGetintoEverything. How did I come to this decision, I can show you better than tell you..... Keep in mind I only catch very little of his naughtiness on camera, so imagine the following pictures happening over and over day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Caught red handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r0OzSy-tI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hLXBok3RzXI/s1600/redhanded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r0OzSy-tI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hLXBok3RzXI/s320/redhanded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474956832146651858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Mac n Cheese&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r0OsBcfGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/x-VDdziaIaY/s1600/macnchees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r0OsBcfGI/AAAAAAAAAfE/x-VDdziaIaY/s320/macnchees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474956830194826338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what happens when you stuff 10 Teddy Grahams in your mouth and then realize it's too much to swallow. This is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_ryLd2ZK3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/nuBQlfW28A0/s1600/DSC01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_ryLd2ZK3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/nuBQlfW28A0/s320/DSC01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474954575827512178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has been dragging around his toys like this, I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_ryK0wD7gI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q_VPJMkHaF4/s1600/DSC01056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_ryK0wD7gI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q_VPJMkHaF4/s320/DSC01056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474954564795100674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever get a random nonsensical text or strange phone call from me, this would be why.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he's naked because he just had dinner, and it's easier to just take off his clothes then wipe him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxoyVjPEI/AAAAAAAAAes/bU2iNGpNK2w/s1600/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxoyVjPEI/AAAAAAAAAes/bU2iNGpNK2w/s320/DSC01054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474953980031482946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He thought it was pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxoBfb48I/AAAAAAAAAec/gys8-krHvGI/s1600/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxoBfb48I/AAAAAAAAAec/gys8-krHvGI/s320/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474953966919607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until he realized I was mad and he was in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxohTcgEI/AAAAAAAAAek/3kMaKERDz2U/s1600/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxohTcgEI/AAAAAAAAAek/3kMaKERDz2U/s320/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474953975459250242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, those are tampons that he got out from under the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxnxMB8BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IBMiYilH9Pc/s1600/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_rxnxMB8BI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IBMiYilH9Pc/s320/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474953962543247378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how food ended up smashed into the wall&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r2mCbxXvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/cAU-cXMursQ/s1600/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r2mCbxXvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/cAU-cXMursQ/s320/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474959430371073778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that he can stand and climb onto things it is only getting worse, it is amazing what a kid can do in one minute, like eat half a bowl of dog food or use the toilet to 'clean' their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Larin gets home and Charlie is doing something naughty I don't even have the strength to yell so I just laugh. That's the reason God made kids so darn cute, so you don't beat them senseless by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8212060499319836922?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8212060499319836922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8212060499319836922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8212060499319836922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8212060499319836922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/05/charlies-new-name-messy.html' title='Charlie&apos;s new name- Messy McGetintoEverything....'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S_r0OzSy-tI/AAAAAAAAAfM/hLXBok3RzXI/s72-c/redhanded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-1070519749620511939</id><published>2010-05-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:50:51.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed to update...badly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUIO31YqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AYlkBYvmu8k/s1600/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUIO31YqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AYlkBYvmu8k/s200/DSC00937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467532816779928226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, yes i know it has been awhile, we've been busy ok! We had a great vacation up to Idaho, starting in Mountain Home visiting my sister and her family and ending with Charlie's 1st birthday and 2nd Easter with the grandparents in Idaho Falls. His birthday was Insane with a capital I! The entire Harris clan made it (all 40+ people) and a few from my side were there. He got super spoiled of course and he couldn't care less about the presents. His cousin Spencer was quite the helper with opening presents it was hilarious! He kept telling me that we had to take the toys out of the boxes because Charlie wanted to play with them.There are millions of photos, and they are on facebook so I'll just post a few!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUI_SAxfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RaZhC88bCtQ/s1600/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUI_SAxfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RaZhC88bCtQ/s200/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467532829774628338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUI_SAxfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RaZhC88bCtQ/s1600/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUJBEJHRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Kx_uY7tn8GA/s1600/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUJBEJHRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Kx_uY7tn8GA/s200/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467532830253325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter morning and happy about the candy!&lt;br /&gt;Just the wee one and I went up to Idaho Falls to send-off my best friend Kat, she's graduated ISU and is going to move to South Carolina so we had to see her before she left. Charlie loved all the attention and was showing off to Grandma and Grandpa Sullivan by CLIMBING THE STAIRS!!! It was a nice four day weekend for us to catch up with family and friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CVZWnve7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ai1N9BpRbuc/s1600/tramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CVZWnve7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/ai1N9BpRbuc/s200/tramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467534210429320114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved the tramp at Grandma's!&lt;br /&gt;Larin is loving his new job down at battalion in SLC and is a ton more relaxed now that he isn't a recruiter! I like him coming home at more decent times and in a better mood!&lt;br /&gt;I have started up school again and am glad to be getting it done yet stressed, homework is a lot harder when you have a 1 year old trying to get on the computer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CVZtPuRnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uUcEJgeqkew/s1600/naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CVZtPuRnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uUcEJgeqkew/s200/naked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467534216502593138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie has changed so much from my last post. He can climb on everything, we had to buy a new entertainment center to keep him from the TV and pressing all the buttons on dad's game consoles(yes we have more than one). He is still a chatter-box but it's becoming clearer and clearer, except when he growls-that's still not very clear:) He can stand all by himself and it is super hard to get him to sleep because he just stands in his cribs and throws things at the wall. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUKW9JSqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TvZom_EWxcE/s1600/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUKW9JSqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TvZom_EWxcE/s200/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467532853309426338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He finally started drinking from a sippy cup but still takes bottles at night and nap time.  He begs and eats all sorts of foods now and has FOUR teeth.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUJyJlS3I/AAAAAAAAAds/NabmQ5dQzPM/s1600/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUJyJlS3I/AAAAAAAAAds/NabmQ5dQzPM/s200/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467532843429481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh what else..oh yeah, he WALKED! He's been walking with his toy for a while but yesterday he took steps without it and I just about cried! He's so grown up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of him walking with his toy, I haven't gotten him without it yet, he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f424dd2b80a971d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f424dd2b80a971d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BA8D9D2CA6BE1A2B08552100D3D2BD9F548BC01.6FBF62459CABD4D79F4D9C1C96F5E8E9E871223E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f424dd2b80a971d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6U2Oy5LBEsVQ22Wfmz-TNYLnus&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f424dd2b80a971d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329900614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BA8D9D2CA6BE1A2B08552100D3D2BD9F548BC01.6FBF62459CABD4D79F4D9C1C96F5E8E9E871223E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f424dd2b80a971d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du6U2Oy5LBEsVQ22Wfmz-TNYLnus&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-1070519749620511939?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/1070519749620511939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=1070519749620511939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1070519749620511939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1070519749620511939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-needed-to-updatebadly.html' title='I needed to update...badly.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S-CUIO31YqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AYlkBYvmu8k/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8435538901081568485</id><published>2010-03-23T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:02:44.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying BUSY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was finally able to get pictures of Charlie at his swim class, usually I'm in the pool with him so for obvious reasons I can't take pictures. Larin was able to get out of work a little earlier so he could go in the pool with Charlie and they had a great time! He loves it until it comes time to put his face under water, then he screams like you just killed a puppy or something. The instructor just drops and lets them fall down deep it always scares me because you can see his eyes all wide and a look on his face like "HOW COULD YOU MOM!!!!" I apologize for the crappy quality of photos, and the fact the boy wouldn't look at me, he was too busy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lC_Nj8tII/AAAAAAAAAcE/XNIpXCA6rKk/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lC_Nj8tII/AAAAAAAAAcE/XNIpXCA6rKk/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962477648327810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lDAJooCGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zdI2cELd4cY/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lDAJooCGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zdI2cELd4cY/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962493774071906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lC_m8kOnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/D15RbTmjdZk/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lC_m8kOnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/D15RbTmjdZk/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451962484462467698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pool we go to is pretty awesome, it has a way cool kiddie pool and lots of toys. Probably the best part is how after swim class Charlie is pooped and sleeps like a rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son is getting more grown up every second it's insane. Right now he is screaming some sort of gibberish, probably on a sugar high from the sucker he is eating, he LOVES suckers by the way. If you think your child drools a lot give them a sucker and wait, it increases tenfold! Larin's boss recently received orders and is being deployed to Afganistan so she had a going away party down in Park City, it was nice for me to meet everyone he works with and learn a little more about his new job. She also has a little boy, a little older than Charlie but they still had fun playing together, I was surprised he was so well-behaved since he has recently decided he is too old for afternoon naps. It went until 9 which is past the wee one's bedtime and then of course we had the hour drive home, this is the picture I took of our exhausted little boy, too cute!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lFy3HgAHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OuXSd-m5kus/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lFy3HgAHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/OuXSd-m5kus/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451965563999879282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is Charlie, he's totally into the Twilight series....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lGJ_at0LI/AAAAAAAAAck/KcpyLc9hXIQ/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lGJ_at0LI/AAAAAAAAAck/KcpyLc9hXIQ/s320/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451965961364951218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lGKPtOdqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9_Unrzh2C2A/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lGKPtOdqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9_Unrzh2C2A/s320/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451965965737555618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...get it, because he looks like a vampire all covered in blood!! Ok, I know, Larin told me that joke was in bad taste, I thought it was funny, whatever. He was actually just eating a piece of licorice, a small piece and it made that much mess!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly of course we got family pictures done, I know FINALLY! Larin is sooo not a picture person it takes a lot to drag him out to get them done. We went to JcPenney and they turned out fabulous! We got some of Charlie by himself since he will be one in two weeks, so they are Easter, family, one year old pictures! Here are a few, I must show you since I love my beautiful family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHY9IrCqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YynvD0EkmCA/s1600-h/bd1978b1-1ee6-4828-a0ab-10ff88d94567w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHY9IrCqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YynvD0EkmCA/s320/bd1978b1-1ee6-4828-a0ab-10ff88d94567w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967317962066594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHX1qSkpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Thli3i5kGPM/s1600-h/29ac0435-bbfb-40fb-8223-ed75b2e78f77w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHX1qSkpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Thli3i5kGPM/s320/29ac0435-bbfb-40fb-8223-ed75b2e78f77w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967298775716498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHYvzd8QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/f7LVqWPskW4/s1600-h/0bef7dee-502f-4ed8-b022-b26e2ed1e3bew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHYvzd8QI/AAAAAAAAAdE/f7LVqWPskW4/s320/0bef7dee-502f-4ed8-b022-b26e2ed1e3bew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967314383466754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHYG60sHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jxKxZi_79Jc/s1600-h/407f58df-7297-4534-b56d-0ba63532dee2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lHYG60sHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jxKxZi_79Jc/s320/407f58df-7297-4534-b56d-0ba63532dee2w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451967303408463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8435538901081568485?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8435538901081568485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8435538901081568485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8435538901081568485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8435538901081568485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/03/staying-busy.html' title='Staying BUSY!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S6lC_Nj8tII/AAAAAAAAAcE/XNIpXCA6rKk/s72-c/DSC00904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4899860200348972689</id><published>2010-03-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:35:10.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to love life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Charlie's birthday coming up I've  had time to reflect on the past year and how wonderful my life has become! There are so many reasons I love that boy, it's crazy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lh_G71y4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/yuRb2XJBKbI/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lh_G71y4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/yuRb2XJBKbI/s320/new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447492961102580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~His beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;~How he giggles at the most random things&lt;br /&gt;~His giggle&lt;br /&gt;~How when it's quiet I know he's gotten into something he shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;~Now he eats anything he can get his little mitts on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lhgzc1qDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hPMTZ9HzUcA/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lhgzc1qDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hPMTZ9HzUcA/s320/DSC00896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447492440476198962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(For you information- the food he is eating is pasta with alfredo sauce and cinnamon toast crunch-YUM)&lt;br /&gt;~And then spits 90% of it out&lt;br /&gt;~His cheeks, and how when we're in the car the jiggle ever so cutely&lt;br /&gt;~His great hugs&lt;br /&gt;~The drooly kisses&lt;br /&gt;~How much drool, snot, pee, poop, and vomit can come out of something so little&lt;br /&gt;~He yells to get your attention and as soon as you look he looks away all bashful-like&lt;br /&gt;~How when he doesn't feel good he becomes a great cuddle-bug&lt;br /&gt;~How he barks and bites the dog to get her back for barking and biting him&lt;br /&gt;~He yells "DADA!" from his crib whenever there is someone in the bathroom near his room because most often it is daddy.&lt;br /&gt;~He flirts, but only with the ladies(how does he know???)&lt;br /&gt;~ Splash fights&lt;br /&gt;~His manly voice&lt;br /&gt;~When he's tired he sucks his thumb&lt;br /&gt;~If you look at his right thumb it's dried and cracked from him sleep sucking it&lt;br /&gt;~How he looks just like his dad and I love him too&lt;br /&gt;~He's mine and oh so sweet-when he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more but I don't want to brag anymore than I already have!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lhhamhPYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vPKa12nxS3E/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lhhamhPYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vPKa12nxS3E/s320/DSC00897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447492450985786754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4899860200348972689?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4899860200348972689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4899860200348972689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4899860200348972689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4899860200348972689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/03/reasons-to-love-life.html' title='Reasons to love life...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S5lh_G71y4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/yuRb2XJBKbI/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4509343697576623511</id><published>2010-03-10T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:19:46.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Nosebleeds...</title><content type='html'>I hate Nosebleeds, they are dumb and icky and I hate them, that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4509343697576623511?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4509343697576623511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4509343697576623511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4509343697576623511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4509343697576623511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-nosebleeds.html' title='I hate Nosebleeds...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3733796334903362183</id><published>2010-02-22T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:04:52.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just living life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgEtDSgCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bKJ4h9xlUh4/s1600-h/weirdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgEtDSgCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bKJ4h9xlUh4/s320/weirdo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441157671234469922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I haven't updated in awhile but we haven't done anything marvelously amazing of late just living life! My baby is growing up far too fast I love all the new stuff we get to do now that he's older but he'll snuggle up to me and I miss the tiny little baby he was! He can now crawl, is great at standing and walks when helped, and has two teethies!!! I haven't been able to get a picture of them because he sticks his tongue out. I've tried to get him playing patti-cake on camera but he freezes and smiles! He is enjoying eating everything and is very demanding when you don't share and has figured out how to throw super tantrums, way fun. He is jibber-jabbering all the time too and loves to tell stories and get books read to him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgEGOBwUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Uvh6l5RJatA/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgEGOBwUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Uvh6l5RJatA/s320/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441157660810527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgDRzku_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5QQegYUMivg/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgDRzku_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5QQegYUMivg/s320/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441157646740929522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading his books with his feet up on his toy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on enrolling him in baby swimming class once it gets a little warmer because I know he'll love it and I'm excited to get to do that with him! I'll also be starting up some school get a few more generals out of the way since we'll be here until January.&lt;br /&gt;We got our taxes back and paid off some bills and my ring! It's so beautiful I had to post a picture and flaunt it a little!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LibATPJcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TXUuGTEfOA4/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LibATPJcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TXUuGTEfOA4/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441160253382010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Larin bought a gun he wanted, he is so excited and can't wait until hunting season starts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgCQsXGnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/34a8yxu9x1k/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgCQsXGnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/34a8yxu9x1k/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441157629262371442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we still had some to put in savings! YAY! We are planning on getting a new mattress here soon and once we save a little more a new car, a four-door so Larin can drive his truck and I won't have to try and squeeze Charlie's seat into the Honda! That and save a pretty penny on gas. That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3733796334903362183?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3733796334903362183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3733796334903362183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3733796334903362183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3733796334903362183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-living-life.html' title='Just living life.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S4LgEtDSgCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bKJ4h9xlUh4/s72-c/weirdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7022919319381069772</id><published>2010-01-11T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:27:01.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's decision...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is the 11th and I'm just getting to it but here goes. I decided to try new things and have chosen 7 that I want to try and WILL do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Learn a new Language&lt;/span&gt;...I have the best opportunity because m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHG2GRbeET8/SmyXTJjqZvI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/uAvDqRGvQU4/s320/rosetta-stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHG2GRbeET8/SmyXTJjqZvI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/uAvDqRGvQU4/s320/rosetta-stone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y husband is in the military and we have FREE access to Rosetta Stone. Come on, I know you've seen the commercials. I figure I'm a stay at home mom so I thinking I need to do it 30min. a day 5 days a week isn't crazy, I can do it! So I choose SPANISH! I actually used to know quite a bit having to converse with my co-workers at Sol-Rio. But after not working there and dropping Spanish in High School (Senor Kerns creeped me out majorly) I think it will be easy to get back into- hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Finish my many crafts I started!&lt;/span&gt;- Yup, I've been known to start one and never get around to finishing it, I have like 5 right now that need to get done so I will get on it! And maybe when I'm done start decorating my house, it's pretty plain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3. Work out!&lt;/span&gt;- Everyone says this but I'm going to I swear!! My abs are pretty m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.athlonelite.com/wp-content/uploads/image/Abs%20-%20Female.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 114px;" src="http://www.athlonelite.com/wp-content/uploads/image/Abs%20-%20Female.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uch non-existent since a certain little boy was growing in my belly- Same as the language thing 5 days a week at least 30 min a day, I've done two days so far so yay!! So yeah, I'll never look that good ----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without surgical intervention but a girl can dream, or my husband can;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Get out of the house as a couple&lt;/span&gt;- Larin got great news that he will&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funmunch.com/comments/kiss/kiss_comment_graphic_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 85px;" src="http://www.funmunch.com/comments/kiss/kiss_comment_graphic_10.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not have to work as a recruiter the remainder of our months here so he will now have NORMAL HOURS!!!!! So we need to start keeping the romance alive- so we try new thing together or just go out on a date at least 3 times a month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ldsces.org/inst_manuals/ot-in-2/images/e-09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 68px;" src="http://www.ldsces.org/inst_manuals/ot-in-2/images/e-09.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Read the Scriptures-&lt;/span&gt; It's been a loooonnggg time, now that I have a child I need to get back into religion so we can be a family for eternity. Larin and I always say we are going to start it up, the whole going back to church and what not and now we have a great reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4006456/2/istockphoto_4006456-pink-cooking-utensils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 111px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4006456/2/istockphoto_4006456-pink-cooking-utensils.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. Learn to Cook better&lt;/span&gt;- I'm an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; awesome&lt;/span&gt; baker but my cooking skills fall pretty FLAT, or bland if you ask Larin. So more food from SCRATCH for our dinners- dinner as a family!! In this case&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WISH LARIN LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;- This is an idea that I've been brooding about for awhile, reading up on and what not. My family always gets together and is like "we need a family picture before anyon&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.xcitefun.net/users/2009/07/102236,xcitefun-panasonic-lumix-dmc-fz35-digital-camera-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 152px;" src="http://img.xcitefun.net/users/2009/07/102236,xcitefun-panasonic-lumix-dmc-fz35-digital-camera-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e gets pregnant again or moves far away...". I thought maybe I could learn to do it and do it well and hey wherever my husband, Charlie and I end up I could do it as a job out of my house. Maybe that part won't happen but I'd like to have more family pictures and it's such a hassle to get Larin in on it so if I can do it myself at home we would actually have them! The camera I want and it's accessories is $450, yikes, so this one might be a little later in the year after I save up that much! Taking donations-just kidding-unless you have money you want to give me then do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So there you go- I hope I can do all of these! Wish me LUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7022919319381069772?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7022919319381069772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7022919319381069772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7022919319381069772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7022919319381069772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-years-decision.html' title='My New Year&apos;s decision...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHG2GRbeET8/SmyXTJjqZvI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/uAvDqRGvQU4/s72-c/rosetta-stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4485796168162314659</id><published>2010-01-08T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:04:26.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the stress!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So before I go into the boring me complaining here are pictures of my son, he cracks me up sooo much!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTyoDwNKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vdp5lqH8iT8/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTyoDwNKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vdp5lqH8iT8/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466774146954402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was him showing off his standing skills, holding on to the couch, and look how TALL he is! I don't know what happened to my baby!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTzibDQeI/AAAAAAAAAak/Uirs5LV3PfQ/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTzibDQeI/AAAAAAAAAak/Uirs5LV3PfQ/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466789813928418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him doing his doggy impression, it took me forever to catch this on camera because when he sees the camera now he poses and smiles like a ham, note the following picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTzBMKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAac/B-D9BnUQBUY/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTzBMKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAac/B-D9BnUQBUY/s320/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466780893095778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOOOO CUTE! He has been testing my not so great patience, yes I know something that cute could not ever be bad but he has decided this past week he CAN NOT be left alone, ever, period. And if you dare try be prepared to hear the most heart-wrenching screams, and upon re-entering the room there will be a red-faced tear stained sad little boy. I asked the other women who have had children in my life "WHY, and when does this stage end????!!??" It's a normal stage and it usually takes a month according to my sister who has raised three children and has one (RJ) going through this stage again, so let's just hope I make it through with what's left of my sanity. My mother's truthful answer made me laugh (and cry inside), "The stage ends when they find another more annoying stage to move on to." I laughed because I know it's true and cried because I do that a lot lately, which brings me to this fun part of my life.&lt;br /&gt; As many of you know I have been struggling with my health. I was sick of being sick and having every doctor say something was off they just couldn't figure out why and what. I, being fed up, made an executive decision...get off the anti-anxiety med Effexor XR, which 'could' be the problem according to one of the many docs I was seeing. I have been on an anti-anxiety since I was 10, yes, very young but I needed it. When you are in the fifth grade and trying to figure out suicide it was a life-saver. I rarely missed a dose these 11 years because I was on Paxil, which just like Effexor has some pretty serious withdrawal symptoms. After getting married I switched to Effexor because it is safer for pregnancy since we were planning on eventually having kids, which we did obviously. Switching over was TOUGH, I think I understand heroin addicts trying to quit. The physical and mental pain is only understandable if you have been there, and its similar to a 'party' drug in that you know what would make you feel better...it's right there in the bottle on your nightstand...just take a pill and feel better within an hour. Quitting without having anything else to dampen the withdrawals was HELL. The sweating, spinning vision, vomiting and what we have come to call the "zappies" (remember when your older sister told you to stick your tongue on the D battery, its that but more intense in your brain and throughout your entire body)are only part of the difficulty. My emotions have been very unstable, and I hate it. I cry at the drop of a hat, yell way more than I have ever, feel like a stranger in my own body and mind and actually have wanted to throw things. Then after one of those things happen I'm ANGRY, why can't I just control myself, why am I miserable, my life is great- a wonderful (very patient) husband and a healthy happy baby (most of the time:)) what more could I ask for? The normal me knows it's because I have been on these meds forever and I have family history of depression and high anxiety so I know it's normal but that doesn't make it stop. Poor Larin has been yelled at and cried to more in this last month than our entire marriage and I hate putting him through this, it's not his fault! After all I was only slightly insane when we first met, he didn't have any clue this crazy lady lived in me! I just decided to let everyone in so you understand a little bit more of why I don't seem the same when we hang out. When I'm not at home my only defense is to not really feel so not to let my feelings out of control, so I'm a little monotone and not as spastic as usual, don't worry, it'll come back. I am working with a (eek) shrink and learning better 'coping techniques' it is just going to take some time.&lt;br /&gt;So onto the whole weight loss thing, yeah, Christmas came with the pies and big family dinners and candy and all that deliciousness I'm back up to 150 but my measurements are still the same? yeah I don't understand either, maybe water weight or something. So my resolution is to EXERCISE. Back in my hayday I could run a six minute(or less) mile and enjoyed it. That was waaaayyyy long ago. I figure my eating habits aren't horrid, I eat fruits and veggies regularly and only indulge when I am with family and friends...darn you! I can't just jump back into it but I am committed to doing this because it can also help with the whole going crazy thing so this is more for my health then looks. Who needs skinny when you've got a face like this and curves like these?? I'll just keep telling myself this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eT0EIV2KI/AAAAAAAAAas/ir2GrafpFV8/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eT0EIV2KI/AAAAAAAAAas/ir2GrafpFV8/s320/DSC00770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424466798862260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better than before not what I want but hey, I just had a baby!! Ok, that was 9 months ago but a friend of mine told me I can use that excuse, I have permission, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4485796168162314659?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4485796168162314659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4485796168162314659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4485796168162314659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4485796168162314659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-stress.html' title='Oh the stress!!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/S0eTyoDwNKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Vdp5lqH8iT8/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-1621372502091460486</id><published>2009-12-30T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:54:25.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's first Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weeks leading up to Christmas were pretty insane, it felt like we were never home! Larin got his promotion up in Idaho at training which was a BIG accomplishment so WAY TO GO BABY! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwnWgI5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/zZUW0hIbFcM/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwnWgI5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/zZUW0hIbFcM/s320/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190194946646930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't look alike at all do they?&lt;br /&gt;Afterward was his Battalion's Christmas party and SANTA was there, it was waaayyy exciting. We were watching Spencer and Madelyn and Spencer got a hold of the camera so there were pictures of the carpet and people's butts and Spencer's face! Spencer enjoyed seeing Santa more than Charlie and definitely more than Maddi who wrapped herself around me as soon as Santa came and screamed if he got too close!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv05LodiSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-2wtiHC2rzA/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv05LodiSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-2wtiHC2rzA/s320/DSC00712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421195839682742562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a bad picture from Spencer!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv05dVjtUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bz4eECdpS-o/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv05dVjtUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Bz4eECdpS-o/s320/DSC00715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421195844435293506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer asking Santa for a paddle, yeah Santa looked at me very confused!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv04gdJRWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mSA5h359pEk/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv04gdJRWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mSA5h359pEk/s320/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421195828092552546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture from Spencer's escapade with the camera, there were 10 like this one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvxBcjPSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rWDB8IvFs3c/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvxBcjPSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rWDB8IvFs3c/s320/DSC00718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190201951337762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was like Charlie is used to seeing a big fat man in a red with a big beard, he's so nonchalant.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5gfcaYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-XrxLz4yr6A/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5gfcaYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-XrxLz4yr6A/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189248212298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie got ahold of a candy cane and was pretty pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5J2iAuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YMR3TMnDN-Q/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5J2iAuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/YMR3TMnDN-Q/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189242135118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Christmas Eve morning we had Christmas at our house so we could have our first family Christmas with just us three! It's not like Charlie had any idea what was going on anyways, he just knew it was exciting! The wee one made away like a bandit &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvVVNJDrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VnIBex_RWQ8/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvVVNJDrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VnIBex_RWQ8/s320/DSC00742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189726219079346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with plenty of toys and a new fish tank which he can sit and stare at for minutes, which is a long time for a baby!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5VcRH8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UHLoS-srEFE/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu5VcRH8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UHLoS-srEFE/s320/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189245246185410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His BIG fish tank&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu6HenOKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bFkSCQJDBvo/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu6HenOKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/bFkSCQJDBvo/s320/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189258677794978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting on Daddy to come open presents!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu6dQb7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EGQqEG33QBg/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szvu6dQb7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EGQqEG33QBg/s320/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189264523914994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvUkyZN7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/R7kgqJOCGbs/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvUkyZN7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/R7kgqJOCGbs/s320/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189713221990322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UMmm...why is everyone so excited??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvUzxlwgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gFIlnOoFcpc/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvUzxlwgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gFIlnOoFcpc/s320/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189717245149698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvVtagrFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LVxQyvn9Ap8/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvVtagrFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LVxQyvn9Ap8/s320/DSC00750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189732717603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is in love with his Step n' Ride&lt;br /&gt;We then packed up and headed up to Idaho to have Christmas with family where Charlie got even more spoiled and got much needed clothes since that kid is growing like a weed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvWOOicAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JKHAM7a3w9I/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvWOOicAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JKHAM7a3w9I/s320/DSC00755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421189741525757954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa helping him open his presents!&lt;br /&gt;He is already in 12 month clothes and isn't even 9 months yet, he's also VERY sturdy, not super chubby(except his cheeks!). Go ahead pick him up if you don't believe me, or carry him around for a day and feel the burn in your arms! Charlie loved playing with his cousins, especially R.J. since they are close to the same size, R.J. was excited to have someone to pick on but Charlie thought it was all fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwDviOqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/enDVpPcQmlY/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwDviOqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/enDVpPcQmlY/s320/DSC00757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190185387965090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwRKHTdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Lq0-3hH7Z3E/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwRKHTdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Lq0-3hH7Z3E/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421190188989107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one because it looks like they are having some kind of conversation!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv04HoSEuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Xemk_gwk77E/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Szv04HoSEuI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Xemk_gwk77E/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421195821428380386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun weekend but it was certainly nice to come home after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-1621372502091460486?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/1621372502091460486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=1621372502091460486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1621372502091460486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1621372502091460486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/12/charlies-first-christmas.html' title='Charlie&apos;s first Christmas!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SzvvwnWgI5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/zZUW0hIbFcM/s72-c/DSC00689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5930242979048782370</id><published>2009-12-03T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:35:54.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving vacay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Thanksgiving we went up to Idaho Falls of course and had a great time seeing everyone! This picture is actually before we left at our house, Charlie was "helping" with the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SxhCS_nHHfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7aVAbGxz0Eo/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SxhCS_nHHfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7aVAbGxz0Eo/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411147846366207474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie isn't much of an eater which is hard to believe when looking at those adorable rolls but he seems to have finally gotten over the texture of foods and was eating tons at Grandma and Grandpa Sullivan. We stripped him down to his diaper and threw some whipped cream and let him at it. At first he wouldn't put it in his mouth he would just squish it, of course I give him food and he doesn't put it in his mouth but any garbage he finds on the floor he eats it right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-vL9SSrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/C4dju2y_JCw/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-vL9SSrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/C4dju2y_JCw/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411143932670266034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put him on this little push car because we got him one like it for Christmas(don't tell!) and I wanted to see if he liked it, he did! R.J. thought it was fun to push him around for a few minutes and then pushed him off, maybe he got too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-u-NyEYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/95HhZuv8gD0/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-u-NyEYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/95HhZuv8gD0/s320/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411143928981361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-uDeS13I/AAAAAAAAAXM/x8MFGBQH9rQ/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-uDeS13I/AAAAAAAAAXM/x8MFGBQH9rQ/s320/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411143913212925810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-twHRM_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yI2ApgxE49s/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sxg-twHRM_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/yI2ApgxE49s/s320/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411143908016075762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Larin and I got to go out with friends sans the wee one which was great. We went bowling and first round I got a whopping 24, with Larin bowling a frame for me so I think it was really 17. This made me come to the realization Wii bowling is completely unrealistic and should not be taken seriously because I can whoop some butt on that thing. We also got together and did karaoke. Did I mention I would rather be forced to do an interpretive dance of my life experiences half naked than sing do karaoke, well I would just don't hold me to it. One thing Larin forgot to mention was that EVERYONE else there had singing experience, yeah, well I figured it out. In the end I had fun so I guess I will survive the embarrassment.  We all came home with wonderful colds, what a fun souvenir, kids are good for that.&lt;br /&gt;So my diet...hmmm... okay I have not been working out, I have however increased my physical activity by taking Charlie on walks and what not, I will try harder I promise! Tsk tsk, I know but I have been eating waaaayyyy better, minus a few weak moments during the holiday( stupid ice cream and pie, grr). But I have lost some!!&lt;br /&gt;Weight:148 Lost-8 lbs!&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 30    Lost- 2.5 ins!&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 38      Lost- 2.5 ins!&lt;br /&gt;Legs: 23.5  Lost- 1.5 ins!&lt;br /&gt;Arms: 11.5 Lost- 0.5 ins!&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem real, I feel smaller just not by that much, maybe I was super bloated when I did the first measurements!! So Nutrisystem, eh, I'll give it a 7 out of 10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;- I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;lost weight&lt;/span&gt;, I wasn't hungry- in fact I was too &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;full &lt;/span&gt;sometimes, and it took the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;guesswork&lt;/span&gt; of what to eat when. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cost&lt;/span&gt; of course, it isn't cheap and you still have to buy a lot of fruits and veggies to go with it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt;, some of the entrees were good some not so much and not having &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dinner as a family&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just finishing it up and hoping that I have learned the right way to eat. I figure if I actually start working out it will hopefully even all out! So I still want to lose 8 more pounds, at first I wanted to be 135 but I think that is unrealistic considering I haven't weighed that since I was 15 and my body has changed due to the human being I grew in it so 140 sounds good to me. And I'm also hoping to tone up my lower half, gravity ain't giving me any freebies here. I think I can I think I can I think I can....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5930242979048782370?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5930242979048782370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5930242979048782370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5930242979048782370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5930242979048782370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-vacay.html' title='Thanksgiving vacay!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SxhCS_nHHfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7aVAbGxz0Eo/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-1788713539211035458</id><published>2009-12-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:00:29.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this isn't my update on my blog, that will come once the Christmas Tree is up and I will also be getting the measuring tape out to see how much poundage I have lost, this is just something I felt like sharing with everyone. My sister Katie and I were lucky enough to have a very nice mom who watched our children for us so we could get a MUCH needed break and go to the movies. It was nice to sit through a show without hearing 'mamamamama!' or change a diaper and it made us realize how long it has been since we've gone out since we were giggling at EVERYTHING. We went and saw New Moon and spent time making fun of Jacob's extremely small nipples and laughing at the overacting but had fun. During the movie someone who came with us, I will not mention her name because she will be embarrassed, was yelled at by the person behind us to STOP TEXTING. And instead of stopping she rolled her eyes and continued and I thought that was very rude, where she thought the lady yelling at her was rude. Okay, I may ruffle some feathers here but come on people!!!! I understand where she was coming from, I understand a quick 'Hey I'm at the movies, talk at you later' text or an emergency, but we paid $9.50 and having the person in front of you on their phone the entire time is pretty annoying, maybe it's because my mommy and daddy aren't paying for my ticket I don't know. Texting, facebooking, tweeting, it can wait I PROMISE YOU! If you must text you have legs walk into the hallway leading out where you can still see the movie or sit in the back row, it's not that hard. I turn off my phone completely, hey in the "olden" days if you weren't at home you weren't available, ahhh those were simpler times. So if you absolutely believe that if you don't forward that picture of a frog humping a duck to every Tom, Dick and Harry in your phone or else some little girl who died of a serious case of the hiccups will come and remove your right lung while you sleep then you won't be offended if I use the back of your chair for soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-1788713539211035458?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/1788713539211035458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=1788713539211035458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1788713539211035458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1788713539211035458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/12/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T....'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6912674053652624117</id><published>2009-11-12T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:17:33.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute little man and official start date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to start off I have a few pictures of Charlie doing his new stuff. He leans back all the way in his jumper and thinks he is hilarious, he seriously does this for minutes at a time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJB-8bGVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BiYtdgnLemM/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJB-8bGVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BiYtdgnLemM/s320/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403344320107059538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then his excited, 'this is awesome' face, the other day I saw Larin making this face at him so I know where he learned it. He also screams while doing this like "YEAH!!!". I often wonder where in the world I found this little one!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJCH5XvII/AAAAAAAAAW0/u2FAZN-wU6U/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJCH5XvII/AAAAAAAAAW0/u2FAZN-wU6U/s320/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403344322510175362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the Nutrisystem stuff and was a little disappointed about how much extra food you have to buy to go with the food you already bought since you pay a bit for it but since I'm only doing it this month I'll live. I chose to only do this system for a month because the dietitian I saw (for my 'imaginary' diabetes that has disappeared) says that it takes a month for the body to stop craving your usual foods and get used to the smaller more spaced out portions. I figure having the Nutrisystem to help that first tough month will be good. So my before pic is a little outdated but I didn't feel the need to take a new one, that's just mean:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJCYI4T4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/c4LnWegobBA/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJCYI4T4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/c4LnWegobBA/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403344326870192002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But here's the starting stats, I'm a little ashamed but it can only get better!&lt;br /&gt;Weight:156lbs.- Yikes only five pounds away from my full term pregnancy weight!&lt;br /&gt;Waist:32.5 in.&lt;br /&gt;Hips:41 in.&lt;br /&gt;Legs:25 in.&lt;br /&gt;Arms:14.5 in.&lt;br /&gt;Bust: Ha, like I'd tell you that one anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the new(hopefully a bit smaller) stats in two weeks and admit my exercise, no lies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6912674053652624117?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6912674053652624117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6912674053652624117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6912674053652624117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6912674053652624117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute-little-man-and-official-start-date.html' title='Cute little man and official start date.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SvyJB-8bGVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BiYtdgnLemM/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7039333077694293111</id><published>2009-11-09T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:21:35.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting weight loss...</title><content type='html'>So I decided to start blogging about my new hardship, I am trying to get my pre-baby body back!! I ordered Nutrisystem and will be working out hopefully five days a week. I figure if I had to report to someone then I would try harder. My body image has always been skewed so while you may think I look just fine I see what I used to be and am sad about it, Larin says he doesn't notice or care but I do! Embarrassingly enough only two of my pants actually fit so I am doing this for my self-esteem and overall health. I will be reporting back every two weeks and don't worry I will still do normal Charlie updates! So next blog will be once I receive the Nutrisystem and will have the dreaded before picture, starting weight and measurements! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7039333077694293111?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7039333077694293111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7039333077694293111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7039333077694293111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7039333077694293111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/11/starting-weight-loss.html' title='Starting weight loss...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4598221690988480058</id><published>2009-11-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:50:32.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very First Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween Day began with us packing up and heading down to Springville to see the newest addition to the Harris clan, Samantha Marie, Sherwin and Laurie's daughter. They had a little get together to have her blessed. She is soo itty bitty and ADORABLE! Here are some pictures from that.&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin and Laurie and Samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QBgyRk7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CFHU0dlqr74/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QBgyRk7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CFHU0dlqr74/s320/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622465151407026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina holding Samantha, Katie, and Nicholas(with their two uncles trying to not be in the picture!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QCIKB2EI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_cnro0lpMVk/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QCIKB2EI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_cnro0lpMVk/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622475720022082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a closer one of the oldest Sabrina holding the youngest Samantha in her dress.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QCUM2TBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZV1SoBLEDrc/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QCUM2TBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZV1SoBLEDrc/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622478953073682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lunch with family and friends then headed back home to get ready for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of Charlie in his Jack-Jack Incredible costume. I didn't realize until I put him in it that putting velcro on the i might not have been the best idea. He figured he could pull it off pretty fast so we had to safety pin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9PxutIyJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p7xvNB5B96o/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9PxutIyJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/p7xvNB5B96o/s320/DSC00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622194010048658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See he is trying to eat it here. I made Larin hold up the cape because it was soo cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Px202SwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JWmNVEg8IV0/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Px202SwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JWmNVEg8IV0/s320/DSC00613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622196189874946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bundled up and ready to go!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Pytob9kI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rrss0wgbk9k/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Pytob9kI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rrss0wgbk9k/s320/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622210901767746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is everyone we went trick or treating with, friends and all their kids, we had quite a big bunch! A few witches, vampires, fairy princesses, skeletons, a chicken, a monkey, a biker and Jack-Jack.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QNXtuJeI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qN3kq0p1LGo/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QNXtuJeI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qN3kq0p1LGo/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622668874819042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friends brother Jubal who sat outside like this holding a candy bowl and jumping up at the last minute to scare poor trick or treaters, what a meanie!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QNpOuJbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wRM1iEsWOUk/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QNpOuJbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wRM1iEsWOUk/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622673576633778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie in the stroller after my arms gave out from carrying him all night!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QN8I0MAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b0DQ-ukNGK4/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QN8I0MAI/AAAAAAAAAWU/b0DQ-ukNGK4/s320/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622678652137474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;It was a pretty exciting Halloween, Charlie stayed up way past his bedtime but was too cute to be mad at!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Pybp8lgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1zESq3MmIrQ/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9Pybp8lgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1zESq3MmIrQ/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399622206076261890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4598221690988480058?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4598221690988480058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4598221690988480058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4598221690988480058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4598221690988480058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-first-halloween.html' title='Very First Halloween'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Su9QBgyRk7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/CFHU0dlqr74/s72-c/DSC00600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4715540502258010938</id><published>2009-10-29T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:59:07.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween prep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off I have to say how much I LOVE having holidays now that we have Charlie, you get to do all the fun stuff you did when you were a kid, it's great. I'm glad it has finally cooled off down here, I'm definitely from Idaho, I loveeee colder weather, I'm weird I know...but look how cute Charlie is in his warm p.j.s. And holding the bottle by himself, sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suoi_xZUakI/AAAAAAAAATc/ej0JCxdEXFU/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suoi_xZUakI/AAAAAAAAATc/ej0JCxdEXFU/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165582343596610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Larin, Charlie and I went to the pumpkin patch to pick out our pumpkins, Charlie couldn't have been less interested as you can tell from the following pics. When we finally got him to look at the camera I wasn't looking but we had taken tons so oh well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojArj5zbI/AAAAAAAAATs/RZA4ehw4RZY/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojArj5zbI/AAAAAAAAATs/RZA4ehw4RZY/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165597957246386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojAUXTk0I/AAAAAAAAATk/rOdrUluy5tY/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojAUXTk0I/AAAAAAAAATk/rOdrUluy5tY/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165591730393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See he isn't interested, kinda sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our pumpkins before, Larin and I haven't got ours done yet but we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suoi_XU2OkI/AAAAAAAAATU/nQiMz--u4Lg/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suoi_XU2OkI/AAAAAAAAATU/nQiMz--u4Lg/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165575345519170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we HAD to have Charlie involved in decorating his pumpkin, I know he's so young he won't remember but it was fun for us so whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;We decided to be brave and get fingerpaint and let him go nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BEFORE PIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojA_qYtaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8qwweI2d-0I/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojA_qYtaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8qwweI2d-0I/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398165603353146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was loving the gooey feeling and laughing, it was too cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suojb1CejYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Si7i-kmfaMM/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suojb1CejYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Si7i-kmfaMM/s320/DSC00586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398166064357870978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he might be an artist, he was VERY serious about the painting, here he was reaching for more colors.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojcaYUu5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2IK3WOXRnqs/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojcaYUu5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/2IK3WOXRnqs/s320/DSC00588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398166074381613970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pumpkin was covered since he was having so much fun we let him decorate some paper.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suojc9EXNdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RH96JkLTLZg/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suojc9EXNdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RH96JkLTLZg/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398166083693131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AFTER pic...don't worry the paints non-toxic:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojdDjkASI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4cv7WwRWR10/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojdDjkASI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4cv7WwRWR10/s320/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398166085434605858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for the final picture here is Charlie's costume, which I made all by my lonesome!! He is going to be Jack Jack from the Incredibles because he looks a lot like him! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/images/2004/incredibles/JACK-JACK%20Trading%20Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 626px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.moviecitynews.com/arrays/images/2004/incredibles/JACK-JACK%20Trading%20Card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Disney store wanted $99 for it, and I was like no freaking way, he is only going to wear it once I am not paying that much for decorated pjs come on people. So I bought a red onsie sewed on a velcro I for the incredibles and sewed on a cape, I know they don't have capes in the movie but it is pretty darn cute and he won't be flying anywhere so no worries. I think all in all it turned out good, and for about $25 bucks, it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojdqBcguI/AAAAAAAAAUc/N1k5Z2W6ZQw/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SuojdqBcguI/AAAAAAAAAUc/N1k5Z2W6ZQw/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398166095760491234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4715540502258010938?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4715540502258010938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4715540502258010938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4715540502258010938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4715540502258010938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-prep.html' title='Halloween prep...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Suoi_xZUakI/AAAAAAAAATc/ej0JCxdEXFU/s72-c/DSC00576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-357448290854999065</id><published>2009-10-20T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:15:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GkVwtXqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hsg2Qt05aqQ/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GkVwtXqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hsg2Qt05aqQ/s320/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178837488000674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STANDING MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just living life right now, nothing real big going on! Charlie and I were able to go up to Idaho and visit for a few days, and it got crazy trying to see everyone! Sorry sorry to those that we couldn't see. Of course I forgot the camera. Now Charlie, Larin and I have a cold and are coughing and lots of snot, it's definitely not fun here but hopefully we will get better quick. Charlie had his 6 month appointment and remembered the doctor this time, so he was NOT happy as soon as we walked into the exam room and he got really pissed off when we got to the vaccination room. No tricking this guy! He is 17.3 lbs and 27 inches tall, putting him in the 50th percentile for weight and 70th for height! No wonder my back and arms hurt at the end of the day. He has learned how to sit all by himself and can stand holding on to something if we put him there, and is trying his darndest to get around...that's all for now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GlI8KuwI/AAAAAAAAATM/nEPtBRH2eVI/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GlI8KuwI/AAAAAAAAATM/nEPtBRH2eVI/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178851226270466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiling and sitting by himself, he's a tough guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GkFlpESI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JZUwXVO-Rw0/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GkFlpESI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JZUwXVO-Rw0/s320/DSC00533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395178833146614050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot keep this kid away from cords, here I had left to grab him a bottle and came back and he had wrapped himself in the x-box control. He is also trying to take the camera away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-357448290854999065?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/357448290854999065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=357448290854999065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/357448290854999065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/357448290854999065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-life.html' title='Living Life...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/St-GkVwtXqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hsg2Qt05aqQ/s72-c/DSC00557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5285620307642071881</id><published>2009-10-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:45:25.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Tag!! Do it if you want too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8562SaI/AAAAAAAAASs/mcO8I_J73BQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8YjRoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/BDE2FL2EO0s/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant ? I thought I knew a week earli&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8562SaI/AAAAAAAAASs/mcO8I_J73BQ/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8562SaI/AAAAAAAAASs/mcO8I_J73BQ/s200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390008256325634466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er but had a negative blood test, I found out by peeing on a few sticks at home but didn't truly believe it until the blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8YjRoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/BDE2FL2EO0s/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Who was with you? No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How did you find out you were pregnant? positive blood and urine Pregnancy Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8YjRoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/BDE2FL2EO0s/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8YjRoeI/AAAAAAAAASk/BDE2FL2EO0s/s200/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390008247368393186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as your first reaction to being pregnant? I knew it!!! Stupid doctors were wrong again! And then oh crap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Who was the first person you told? Larin, duh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Did you plan to get pregnant? Yes but did not expect it to happen so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Did you tell everyone else right away? Kat made me promise whenever I got preggo she would be second in line and she was, and my sister Katie because the week before when I had a positive at home test but a negative blood test I called and talked to her and so she knew, then next would be the grandparents on both sides! OH and all the people at work because I had left super work super sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Was everyone happy for you? Yuppers! We were estatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Did you go out n celebrate? Nope, I was sick, weird right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Did you want find out the sex?Yeah, I knew it was a boy, I just had that feeling from the get go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. What was the sex? Boy...I looked at Larin and said "Told you I knew it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did anyone throw you a shower? Yes, got soooo many diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Did you get any outfits that you knew you wouldn't ever put on your baby? Nope, although some of them may not have made it since he grew so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. How much weight did you gain? 21lbs exactly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Did you lose all the weight that you gained? Right after in the first two months when I was breastfeeding, have gained a little, not all, of it back:&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Did you get any stretch marks? Heck yes! I didn't have a single one(new anyways) until 37 weeks I woke up to an itchy zebra belly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you crave the most? Milkshakes, MILK, I drank at least a half gallon a day in the last few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Did you crave anything crazy? Not that I can think of, just always at random times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Who or what got on your nerves? A guy I worked with tried to tell me there was no reason for me to be tired, I wanted to punch his face in, ummm...I was actually pretty tame until the last 2 weeks and EVERYONE bothered me with the "Still pregnant?" question, take a look do you SEE a baby, and do I normally look like a cow?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Did you have any complication with your pregnancy? They told me I had gestational diabetes then said I didn't?? Does that count? I got pretty sick sometimes, luckily not all the time though.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. When and where did you go into labor? At home, like 7 hours before I was due to be induced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Did your water break? Yup, I had gone to the hospital a week earlier because I thought it did and it didn't so when it actually did I waited like two hours and then had contractions like a minute apart and we went to the hospital at 3am ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Who drove to the hospital? Hubby, and he decided to send me out to the warming up car while he locked up the dog and the door to the car was LOCKED and I started having a contraction, I was MAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Who was in the room when you gave birth? Just Larin and me, and the doctor and nurses and student nurses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Did you go early or late? By the book a week early, 39 weeks, by my mind 2 weeks late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. How long were you in labor for? My water broke at 1 and I had him at 8 so 7 hours, I was only pushing ten minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Did you have drugs for the pain? Yes, an epidural, I could feel my left leg and hip hurt from how I was sitting but once they straightened me out to push I was pretty numb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Natural or C-section? Natural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. What was your first reaction when he was first born? "Holy cow, he looks JUST like his dad!" And I couldn't believe how perfectly round his little head was&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. How big was he? 6lbs.10 oz 18 1/2 in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Did your peoples cry? Not right when I had him, later that night when I was cuddling him a few happy tears, Larin was all smiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. What did you name your baby? Larry Charles "Charlie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Any significant Meaning? Larry is Larin's dad, and Charles is Larin's uncle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Any visitors? Yep, I had little time to sleep, but glad to see everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Did baby have any complication? No, he was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. How old is your baby today? 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. When is the next one coming? Haha, your kidding right? Talk to me in a few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If you could would you do it all over again? Yes, a million times yes, He is the light of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5285620307642071881?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5285620307642071881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5285620307642071881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5285620307642071881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5285620307642071881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-tag-do-it-if-you-want-too.html' title='Baby Tag!! Do it if you want too!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Ss0n8562SaI/AAAAAAAAASs/mcO8I_J73BQ/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5758999759469487609</id><published>2009-09-15T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:59:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJBcKWO_I/AAAAAAAAARY/Xx6ktDcgFI4/s1600-h/d202e78d-db8f-4656-be57-c83c8d5f09a5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJBcKWO_I/AAAAAAAAARY/Xx6ktDcgFI4/s320/d202e78d-db8f-4656-be57-c83c8d5f09a5w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811475051854834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been bad updating...sorry! The little one finally got some professional pictures done and he behaved way better than expected, that is until he realized we were tricking him than he was pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;SEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ1Qa4jQI/AAAAAAAAARw/atWAUxirZnA/s1600-h/ea447665-ff33-4640-b656-cc21a87e173bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ1Qa4jQI/AAAAAAAAARw/atWAUxirZnA/s320/ea447665-ff33-4640-b656-cc21a87e173bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812365253184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up for a visit with the family and had a great time seeing everyone. I forgot to take pictures because I do stuff like that!! It is sad because he was having a good time with all the other kids but I don't realize I should've taken pictures until the moment is over. We are getting out to the pool as much as we can while it is still warm because Charlie is part fish I guess. We put him in his floaty and he kicks and swims off like 'thanks see ya later', and laughs when he gets splashed!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrALS73bI8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/k2a8RlXXkQ0/s1600-h/swimmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrALS73bI8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/k2a8RlXXkQ0/s320/swimmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381813974643450818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Larin got his raise and will be officially a Staff Sgt. next month, which is waaaay sooner than we thought so that is great and I am so proud of him! He is finally being able to come home at more appropriate times which is great for me when Charlie is driving me CRAZY (which NEVER happens, wink wink). Charlie is looking and acting more and more like his daddy everyday, and never fails to make me laugh! He is such a gabber he says mama, dada, and NO all the time, boy oh boy can't wait until he figures out what it means, and of course screams gibberish the rest of the time. When he wakes up he'll yell "MOMMMA" until I bring in a bottle. He has also learned kissy noises and thinks he is hilarious. All in all we are doing awesome and having fun down here in Utah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJBkTeLtI/AAAAAAAAARg/QVEmp0sHaF8/s1600-h/cbc30ab5-7c66-4f13-917d-12c9c354df5ew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJBkTeLtI/AAAAAAAAARg/QVEmp0sHaF8/s320/cbc30ab5-7c66-4f13-917d-12c9c354df5ew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811477237608146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so handsome...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJCKAXWVI/AAAAAAAAARo/144BE5woCHg/s1600-h/ca61ee9d-8f44-436b-bf63-4b9f40cf2a4aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJCKAXWVI/AAAAAAAAARo/144BE5woCHg/s320/ca61ee9d-8f44-436b-bf63-4b9f40cf2a4aw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811487358015826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see some reminiscent tears which is why I had to hold him!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJA0yAVhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b5EPTTyEoFo/s1600-h/52aa2ea7-1bcd-4f5a-b996-11875a87deadw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJA0yAVhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/b5EPTTyEoFo/s320/52aa2ea7-1bcd-4f5a-b996-11875a87deadw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811464480773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJAmb2g6I/AAAAAAAAARI/QqKxnGA9whM/s1600-h/0bbb2b3a-a23e-4b40-b329-5899cd93e039w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJAmb2g6I/AAAAAAAAARI/QqKxnGA9whM/s320/0bbb2b3a-a23e-4b40-b329-5899cd93e039w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811460629758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are him before he realized the flash going off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ1g9W6mI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D7KJK9xnvZ4/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ1g9W6mI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D7KJK9xnvZ4/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812369692748386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If mama would let him ,this boy would NEVER wear clothes, but mama doesn't because he has figured out how to get out of his diaper and that can not ever lead to good things, for me anyways!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ2XyQF-I/AAAAAAAAASI/JqLILDgrN3k/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ2XyQF-I/AAAAAAAAASI/JqLILDgrN3k/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812384410114018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini-Larin anyone?? He has sooo much hair it isn't fair, but you can't see it too well because it is very very blonde.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ2OpQNhI/AAAAAAAAASA/z_Puu8DR0DY/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJ2OpQNhI/AAAAAAAAASA/z_Puu8DR0DY/s320/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812381956453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He tooted and was CRACKING UP! What a weird kid I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5758999759469487609?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5758999759469487609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5758999759469487609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5758999759469487609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5758999759469487609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-up.html' title='A Catch-Up'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SrAJBcKWO_I/AAAAAAAAARY/Xx6ktDcgFI4/s72-c/d202e78d-db8f-4656-be57-c83c8d5f09a5w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7657593838097549313</id><published>2009-08-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:15:25.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How big is he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huge!&lt;/span&gt; Charlie had his doctor's appointment today and we found out how big he has grown. He is now 15.6lbs and 25.5 in. long and not very happy about getting his shots! I can't believe how grown up he looks and how smart he is getting. He still won't say Dada, but says mama all the time and has recently started to say No...already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a good sign. &lt;/span&gt;Larin passed his Staff Sgt. boards with an amazing 149/150! I knew he would do great, and we can expect a his raise in 6 months, YAY for money! He had to do recruiting at the fair and Charlie and I got to visit him. Charlie was so excited to see his daddy and be outside. I got to eat tons of fair food and it was tasty. I have got too many pictures so deal with it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So27e_8l9DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-0bV40BlhZU/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So27e_8l9DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-0bV40BlhZU/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372156071758918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing how tall he is!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So27fcAGA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jb2xDsMGl8Y/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So27fcAGA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jb2xDsMGl8Y/s320/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372156079289795570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we took him to my Dr. appt. he was smiling like this at all the ladies, what a flirt!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So260hy3sFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/L-OJy6s2iqI/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So260hy3sFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/L-OJy6s2iqI/s320/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155342110568530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Dad at the fair and sooo happy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So26zWXNcPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lpeFzm8CkLQ/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So26zWXNcPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lpeFzm8CkLQ/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155321861894386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like his sly smile in this one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So260B_UivI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uCbX7CCb9Cc/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So260B_UivI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uCbX7CCb9Cc/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155333572856562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was really hard to pull off! He is getting heavy and my arm was still healing from my arterial line, ouch!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So28ffO_xtI/AAAAAAAAARA/L9oa2z-5v8s/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So28ffO_xtI/AAAAAAAAARA/L9oa2z-5v8s/s320/DSC00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372157179669235410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sweet when he is sleepy, note the slobber puddle, just like dad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So26ywhtOaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_3SbhnWKnLY/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So26ywhtOaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_3SbhnWKnLY/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372155311705373090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he looks just like daddy in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7657593838097549313?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7657593838097549313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7657593838097549313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7657593838097549313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7657593838097549313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-big-is-he.html' title='How big is he?'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/So27e_8l9DI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-0bV40BlhZU/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3131682165173699912</id><published>2009-08-03T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:18:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months old!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wee one is now four months old! Charlie smiles all the time now and giggles, says mama, and just babbles! He can roll from his tummy to his back now too so we have to keep close watch on him. I can't believe it has been four months already! He still hasn't had a tooth break in yet but they are working on it, and he can't wait, he eyes dad and I when we are eating. He sits pretty well, still falls forward sometimes and loves to stand with help! Lots about Charlie on this post because there isn't much else going on in our lives right now, and he is so darn cute! His appointment isn't until later this month so I will post how huge he has gotten then. Larin has his staff Sergeant boards next week and I'm sure he will do grand, I have just been keeping the house work going and the little one alive and happy. Not much else important going on here are the pics of Charlie, and note once again how few he is smiling in, he is such a little turd it is so hard to catch his grin on camera, ugh!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKfRH8lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SVHFDLO5Z1g/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKfRH8lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SVHFDLO5Z1g/s320/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879707017933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happiest time of day for him, FOOD!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKJpmk6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eGU0SZv1GZs/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKJpmk6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eGU0SZv1GZs/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879701215024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had to be tricked to get him smiling..the poohead.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKgROqhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/avt35gsrAM8/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKgROqhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/avt35gsrAM8/s320/DSC00424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879707286809106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His usual camera face, note how he looks exactly like his daddy(except for his lovely eyes from me)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKwbTxoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OYFzlS0Zuf4/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKwbTxoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OYFzlS0Zuf4/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365879711624054402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tall, and strong too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3131682165173699912?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3131682165173699912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3131682165173699912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3131682165173699912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3131682165173699912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/08/four-months-old.html' title='Four months old!!!!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SndvKfRH8lI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SVHFDLO5Z1g/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2865079003412048733</id><published>2009-07-15T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:20:14.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things....(Charlie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three months old now, decided to let you know some of my favorite things, and some of the less than favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my jumper, it is fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5oj3YTnTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oHATukmeCoY/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5oj3YTnTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oHATukmeCoY/s320/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358835571988077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; like naps, I may be taking one in the jumper but I know I'm missing stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; going on walks with Mommy and Daddy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5ouyV_qdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8JYbxgbAn8g/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5ouyV_qdI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8JYbxgbAn8g/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358835759614765522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; like that Suzie(our dog) has to come she smells worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;baths.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5o7bMnAqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XmUpXfQ8wjo/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5o7bMnAqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XmUpXfQ8wjo/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358835976739685026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; like being cleaned, why can't I just kick around?!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; sitting in my bumbo chewing on my silky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5pJu2rdcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZxNRpBfr0Ko/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5pJu2rdcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZxNRpBfr0Ko/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358836222534579650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; like how my mommy insists on taking pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; eating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5xIIs4uWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eTFlz9qmoWY/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5xIIs4uWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eTFlz9qmoWY/s320/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358844991206111586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE FOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5xibij3aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0zFkf1YUacM/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5xibij3aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0zFkf1YUacM/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358845442939674018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my mommy and daddy...even when they are mad at me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5x6fQKoNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yOP_CaqeqSs/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5x6fQKoNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yOP_CaqeqSs/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358845856253124818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2865079003412048733?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2865079003412048733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2865079003412048733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2865079003412048733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2865079003412048733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-few-of-my-favorite.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things....(Charlie)'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sl5oj3YTnTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oHATukmeCoY/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7600226386920788281</id><published>2009-07-08T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:36:36.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of our trip up to Idaho Falls for the fourth and Charlie's blessing. We didn't go to the fireworks because we didn't feel Charlie would like it and I had a pounding headache but we were able to see all of our families. We had the blessing at my parents house and had a BBQ afterward...not much else going on just glad to be back home and in the swing of things!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUP0DTmFCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIln6cLA0GE/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUP0DTmFCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIln6cLA0GE/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356204718742180898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Baby! This was just as we were starting out, he was not so happy after he realized it was a long ride!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQK8cqLCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jVYf_AMjsMc/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQK8cqLCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jVYf_AMjsMc/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356205112038140962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for church with daddy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQdY3lz9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/y2YI4sefyS0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQdY3lz9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/y2YI4sefyS0/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356205428904939474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so happy with mom putting a hat on him&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQtbG7n3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/akPlzj5m-6Y/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQtbG7n3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/akPlzj5m-6Y/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356205704384061298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just got blessed and being so well behaved!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQ_kOLl5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/zC7d9Ine4uI/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUQ_kOLl5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/zC7d9Ine4uI/s320/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356206016068032402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was a good trip but the boy was happy to be home, although you can't see it here! This is his "mom stop taking pictures" face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7600226386920788281?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7600226386920788281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7600226386920788281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7600226386920788281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7600226386920788281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th of July weekend'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SlUP0DTmFCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TIln6cLA0GE/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6927035478356774429</id><published>2009-06-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:12:35.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day (yeah, I know it's early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmiNzFVpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rMKf9RfRkJY/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmiNzFVpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rMKf9RfRkJY/s320/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348418770484680338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled a serious blond moment this last Sunday and celebrated Father's Day. I guess I thought since Mother's Day is the second week of May, Father's day must be the second week of June but its not. Anywho, I just wanted to let my husband know how proud I am of him and how much Charlie and I love and depend on him! I went out in a hissy on Saturday night thinking I was doing last minute shopping and got Larin a grill!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmRjO5FSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Fh3m-lvoJYQ/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmRjO5FSI/AAAAAAAAANw/Fh3m-lvoJYQ/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348418484180686114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has wanted one forever and I finally caved, I must say that I like it too, since I don't have to cook or clean since its outside, and he has made some tasty stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjljQJ0vgnI/AAAAAAAAANo/DrXY2cPF4-Q/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjljQJ0vgnI/AAAAAAAAANo/DrXY2cPF4-Q/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415161645367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Charlie's first picture of him actually smiling, he looks so much like his daddy! He has finally started to not be such a momma's boy, thank goodness! His doctors appointment was today and he has gotten so BIG!!! He is 12lbs. 4 oz. and a whopping 22 3/4 in.!!! He had to get 3 shots and was not happy about that at all, poor thing screamed so hard he fell asleep from all the effort.&lt;br /&gt;And a little suprise, he is TEETHING! I know, what??? Just 12 weeks and he has two little mounds on his bottom jaw and can't keep his hands out of his mouth just chewing chewing chewing and drooling drooling drooling! Let me tell you he also screams in pain e&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmwIx1iAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kVaRuUbpGzw/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmwIx1iAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kVaRuUbpGzw/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348419009655441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very once and awhile, it's so sad and tiring! The only other child I knew that actually teethed this early is Taylor. I guess my little boy just wants to be all grown up, it's so bittersweet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6927035478356774429?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6927035478356774429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6927035478356774429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6927035478356774429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6927035478356774429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-yeah-i-know-its-early.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day (yeah, I know it&apos;s early)'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjlmiNzFVpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rMKf9RfRkJY/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6823011032075433425</id><published>2009-06-10T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:24:13.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie has officially found his hands, I don't think he knows they are his and he controls them but he found them! He has his two month appointment next week and I'm so excited to find out just how big he is now. I took some pics and video of his favorite thing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BATHTIME&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he can't get enough and loves to kick and splash, but only with one foot, yeah he's a weirdo...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA9rTkVJBI/AAAAAAAAANI/oBaVjvmoMi8/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA9rTkVJBI/AAAAAAAAANI/oBaVjvmoMi8/s320/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345840571885102098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kind of smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right the video won't load.&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pictures of him so cute, every time the flash went off he stopped smiling, such his father's child.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA-13vJCoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dndtnUudy9M/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA-13vJCoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dndtnUudy9M/s320/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345841852904442498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA_BFbXl8I/AAAAAAAAANY/fZsGBCrEsYY/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA_BFbXl8I/AAAAAAAAANY/fZsGBCrEsYY/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345842045558167490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know so many posts and pics but he's my first so I'm allowed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6823011032075433425?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6823011032075433425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6823011032075433425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6823011032075433425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6823011032075433425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-boy.html' title='A big boy!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SjA9rTkVJBI/AAAAAAAAANI/oBaVjvmoMi8/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3903076837606492560</id><published>2009-06-01T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:21:56.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The family that shoots together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Little political soap box warning. &lt;/span&gt;My brother made a good point recently in saying that our country's founding fathers were inspired to write the constitution so there is a reason we have the right to bear arms, we may not know why now but we have the right! Our family has never been gun crazy but both Katie and I married into it and Robert wanted to protect his constitutional right and went out and bought a new gun. Hopefully the next four years our rights can remain unharmed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Off the soap box&lt;/span&gt;... Robert had never shot a handgun and decided who better to teach him than my military husband and the cop to be Ryan. I had never shot a handgun either so there was quite a bit of learning going on. All in all it was a fun day, except for the bugs, we were eaten alive, note to self bring bug spray!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2Dc0L1GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2VhEbtjwXig/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2Dc0L1GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2VhEbtjwXig/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342454490870830178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was super tense and scared I was going to hurt someone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2UhtA85I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PWkj1AsMXJE/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2UhtA85I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PWkj1AsMXJE/s320/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342454784240710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Straight shooter!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2hRNYm9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hQYtxONyb2M/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2hRNYm9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/hQYtxONyb2M/s320/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455003151375314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie really rocked, she knows how to shoot pretty well for a little lady&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ28Ry1VlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jLrwVMmINw/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ28Ry1VlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jLrwVMmINw/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455467164915282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband is soo sexy when playing with weapons, I have a problem&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ3VWR6gnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BoLye9Whwgk/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ3VWR6gnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BoLye9Whwgk/s320/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455897865749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future MHPD Cop, yeah, he's that hardcore&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ3rmjMOfI/AAAAAAAAANA/3g7-6f0jYHo/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ3rmjMOfI/AAAAAAAAANA/3g7-6f0jYHo/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342456280190302706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to get Ryan to let us out of the back of the cop car... we were criminals, Robert got to ride with the siren on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3903076837606492560?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3903076837606492560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3903076837606492560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3903076837606492560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3903076837606492560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-that-shoots-together.html' title='The family that shoots together...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQ2Dc0L1GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2VhEbtjwXig/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8488940477270137413</id><published>2009-06-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:24:03.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late, Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a shout out to all the mothers, having a child in today's world takes great strength. And if raising them isn't hard enough we are expected to look like a model right after pushing them out, in the inspiring words of my OBGYN, i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n hollywood they have great genetics and even better plastic surgeons&lt;/span&gt;. So while looking in the mirror at your new body, your chest may no longer be on your chest, and you tummy may have enough zebra striped skin to make a circus tent but remember what you did it for and embrace it. I've only been a mom for two months and it ain't for the weak of heart, stay strong moms, hell, we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warriors&lt;/span&gt;, just ask me, I have battle scars to prove it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQz7-rheyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M4aHaZN0ZEo/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQz7-rheyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M4aHaZN0ZEo/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452163499096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because it is so wonderfully worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8488940477270137413?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8488940477270137413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8488940477270137413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8488940477270137413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8488940477270137413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-late-happy-mothers-day.html' title='A little late, Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SiQz7-rheyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M4aHaZN0ZEo/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6701092631081046477</id><published>2009-05-27T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:31:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On our own!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Charlie and I survived our month without Larin, with the help of family of course! After a week of just the two of us we packed up and went to stay with my mom and visit friends and family in IFtown. We go pick up daddy/the husband in a few hours and then go back up to Idaho so Larin can see family too! Some pictures of our adventure...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3oVRe-feI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X-C5Ri4gQiY/s1600-h/a947e3a42fe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3oVRe-feI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X-C5Ri4gQiY/s320/a947e3a42fe9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340680185299500514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a bath in the sink at home...he LOVES baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3lptKe3dI/AAAAAAAAALI/-wMOUXEj2-Q/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3lptKe3dI/AAAAAAAAALI/-wMOUXEj2-Q/s320/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677237792234962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before going to Idaho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3l3fynHTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XaAws_71qgg/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3l3fynHTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XaAws_71qgg/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677474720619826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Napping with Grandma&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3mXEUEsmI/AAAAAAAAALY/If-cn0Kggu4/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3mXEUEsmI/AAAAAAAAALY/If-cn0Kggu4/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340678017100591714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer is soooo grown up, he told me he is 17&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3mqEvqq2I/AAAAAAAAALg/8ZL2YJbEAko/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3mqEvqq2I/AAAAAAAAALg/8ZL2YJbEAko/s320/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340678343633840994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cassie and Spencer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3m8Lq3cJI/AAAAAAAAALo/zZqXJLoh3-U/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3m8Lq3cJI/AAAAAAAAALo/zZqXJLoh3-U/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340678654730399890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cassie pretending to put the boutineer on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3nMYtOSrI/AAAAAAAAALw/OCCkVKw3qU0/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3nMYtOSrI/AAAAAAAAALw/OCCkVKw3qU0/s320/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340678933107854002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me actually putting the boutineer on Davis, Cassie's date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3otYNvO_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/WnuQPw9A06I/s1600-h/2191be3e4c2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3otYNvO_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/WnuQPw9A06I/s320/2191be3e4c2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340680599423106034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzie passed out! She had fun too&lt;br /&gt;The little man is a whole two months old now, it is insane that I have a two month old right? And as soon as I figure out how to post videos I have some funny ones of little Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6701092631081046477?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6701092631081046477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6701092631081046477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6701092631081046477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6701092631081046477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-our-own.html' title='On our own!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sh3oVRe-feI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X-C5Ri4gQiY/s72-c/a947e3a42fe9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3690542202440019578</id><published>2009-05-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:33:06.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binkys, burp rags, and baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Charlie decided to change his mind about what type of binky he likes, the kind we only had two of, and subsequently both were eaten by the stupid dog Suzie! So the boy and I ran to Wal-mart and he was so upset I had to open the binkys right there to stop the angry stares of others. What a fun start to my Monday!! Another super fun thing for the dog to do in addition to the binky stealing and devouring is taking out every blanket and burp rag she can get her dirty paws on and taking them under the table and into her kennel. This all happened after Larin left. I think to show me how much she hates me and misses him, stupid dog! Here are some pics of Charlie in an outfit that his uncle Robert once wore some 27 years ago!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sf9e-RwqFZI/AAAAAAAAALA/MGGMezVkQWQ/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sf9e-RwqFZI/AAAAAAAAALA/MGGMezVkQWQ/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332084907842344338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3690542202440019578?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3690542202440019578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3690542202440019578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3690542202440019578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3690542202440019578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/05/binkys-burp-rags-and-baby.html' title='Binkys, burp rags, and baby....'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sf9e-RwqFZI/AAAAAAAAALA/MGGMezVkQWQ/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6290248141232826229</id><published>2009-05-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:08:07.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MONTH OLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Charlie boy is one month old! It's crazy, it feels like he just got here but at the same time like he has always been here!&lt;br /&gt;Little boy and his mommy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SftkqqeVs3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_QFWDLV_LEU/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SftkqqeVs3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_QFWDLV_LEU/s320/DSC00258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330965268041937778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6290248141232826229?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6290248141232826229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6290248141232826229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6290248141232826229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6290248141232826229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-month-old.html' title='ONE MONTH OLD!!!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SftkqqeVs3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_QFWDLV_LEU/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2015102405249503315</id><published>2009-04-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:44:48.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larin's little clone</title><content type='html'>People ask me who I think Charlie looks like, of course if Larin was standing with me when people see Charlie they probably wouldn't. Here's Larin''s baby pic and one of Charlie so you can see what I see......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfYnDkYS6WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iiJ64xKstn0/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfYnDkYS6WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iiJ64xKstn0/s320/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490151298230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfYnKyoB4-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/KTrVIPIyHMs/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfYnKyoB4-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/KTrVIPIyHMs/s320/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329490275381404642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Crazy right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2015102405249503315?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2015102405249503315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2015102405249503315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2015102405249503315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2015102405249503315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/04/larins-little-clone.html' title='Larin&apos;s little clone'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfYnDkYS6WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iiJ64xKstn0/s72-c/DSC00257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-141606667311552420</id><published>2009-04-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:29:34.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a momma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUmFWBSUoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4stShEKOcug/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUmFWBSUoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4stShEKOcug/s320/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329207607315026562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought running around in Charlie's first week alive was crazy and when we got home it would settle down, those of you who are parents know this isn't the case! I seem so extremely busy I wonder how those with more than one get anything done, my hats off to all of you! Breastfeeding was really tough because Charlie seemed endlessly hungry so I began pumping and feeding him breast milk in bottles and he was still acting strange and crying and I started crying too, being so new to this I didn't know what to do. Lucky for me I have a patient husband who called up his mom, I don't know why I didn't think to since the woman had eight kids, and she recommended trying lactose free formula which has been helpful for other grandkids in the Harris clan (they are 25 grandkids by the way). It helped pretty quickly however switching so quickly from breast milk to formula caused poor little Charlie constipation but after a few rough nights he seems to have gotten the hang of pooping and eating and I'm much happier:) I also got a baby swing, and love it, it gives me a chance to get stuff done without having to be holding him while doing it. On a sad note Larin had to leave today for Warrior Leaders Course in Fort Sill, Oklahoma, and won't be back until May 27th. I am sad that he is going to miss little Charlie because they change so much everyday it seems and of course I am going to miss him and all the help he is. Here are a few pics of this boy he is getting chubbier every second!! He was up to 7lbs 2oz. a full half pound from birth at his two week appointment!!&lt;br /&gt;Life saving swing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUl_IWtFLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6_FsopZSGyM/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUl_IWtFLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6_FsopZSGyM/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329207500567549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUl1qC89BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WttK5M60bfY/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUl1qC89BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WttK5M60bfY/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329207337812816914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby cheeked little boy!&lt;br /&gt;All in all though I am in love with this little boy and being a momma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-141606667311552420?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/141606667311552420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=141606667311552420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/141606667311552420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/141606667311552420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-momma.html' title='Being a momma...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SfUmFWBSUoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4stShEKOcug/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6777522309167865080</id><published>2009-04-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:11:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's first trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5F4zTAiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sQqJAoriftk/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5F4zTAiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sQqJAoriftk/s320/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324654539000971810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as I said before we took our wee little Charlie just 4 days old packed up and went to IF to go see Larin's dad and wish him luck before surgery. Charlie did great on the ride up and so did I, even though I was sore! Here are some pics of the vacation!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5Qw8hQBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0iUyVa41gBE/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5Qw8hQBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0iUyVa41gBE/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324654725870731282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking Adorable&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5i5qXJmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MJi3DoAP5yQ/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5i5qXJmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MJi3DoAP5yQ/s320/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655037448136290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RJ trying to figure out whats going on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT54s5tE5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jeyh1wSEYyo/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT54s5tE5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Jeyh1wSEYyo/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655411979948946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Larry and little Larry (who is doing marvelous considering he just had a triple bypass)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT6RLEwssI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OSj_wSYAPb4/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT6RLEwssI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OSj_wSYAPb4/s320/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655832396247746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Harris and Charlie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT6jb86KBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u6TsDVRRoX8/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT6jb86KBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u6TsDVRRoX8/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656146164361234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie in his Easter outfit&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT68K6LUfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/atN9FKsZcGw/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT68K6LUfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/atN9FKsZcGw/s320/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656571086230002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little family on Easter&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT7PEj4MdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WOgbTh-NFcw/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT7PEj4MdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WOgbTh-NFcw/s320/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656895799603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally home and sporting a mohawk!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a few pics but I am going crazy with my camera ever since this little boy showed up. It was nice to see everyone and have my moms help but it sure is great to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6777522309167865080?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6777522309167865080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6777522309167865080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6777522309167865080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6777522309167865080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/04/charlies-first-trip.html' title='Charlie&apos;s first trip!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SeT5F4zTAiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sQqJAoriftk/s72-c/DSC00200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3206686736431591211</id><published>2009-04-06T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:03:09.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in IF</title><content type='html'>We are all up in Idaho Falls already with Charlie so call or text me and we can get together! If you're in IF of course! Larin's dad had to have surgery so we came up to wish him luck before he went in and we will be here until Easter sunday so if you want to meet the new addition call! Oh, especially if you are Kayleen because I lost your number....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3206686736431591211?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3206686736431591211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3206686736431591211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3206686736431591211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3206686736431591211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-in-if.html' title='Up in IF'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-9106528604534540409</id><published>2009-04-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:59:17.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry Charles Harris has arrived!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWW6JuVdmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Uq__NRG7q8/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWW6JuVdmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Uq__NRG7q8/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320324460594951778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Larry Charles&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture because this looks like Larin when he is mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we were supposed to come to the hospital Thursday morning to be induced....supposed to. At 1:30 I woke up Larin by saying you won't believe what just happened, my water broke by itself. We got to the hospital by 2:30am and my contractions were one on top of the other, not fun! After verifying my water broke and getting hooked up I was dilated to 4cm, by the time I got an epidural I was 5cm (on a side note, I love epidurals) and it was about 4:30 by then and they left us to sleep. At 7 they came and checked me and the nurse looked at me and said your 9cm, I'll go call the doctor and we will give you a little bit to have the baby get down further and you are going to have your baby! We would've just arrived to be induced if Charlie hadn't decided to come on his own. The doctor showed up to deliver at 8 and after 15 minutes or so he was here! 6 lbs 10 oz and 18 1/2 inches, and he didn't cry at all! I'm feeling sore and tired but otherwise we are all doing great, and I am so glad our little boy is here!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWVKGLAmrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ACtK7v05TXM/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWVKGLAmrI/AAAAAAAAAII/ACtK7v05TXM/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320322535496129202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting cleaned off&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWViz9ODdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cHme3j4Mk6E/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWViz9ODdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cHme3j4Mk6E/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320322960103181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at his curly hair(from dad, definitely not me)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWV6J2b-nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cPzGPRB40kM/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWV6J2b-nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cPzGPRB40kM/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320323361117305458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 1/2 hours of labor, not to bad!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWWUhWTUFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BGp7Qi5yfy4/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWWUhWTUFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BGp7Qi5yfy4/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320323814101569618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-9106528604534540409?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/9106528604534540409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=9106528604534540409&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/9106528604534540409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/9106528604534540409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/04/larry-charles-harris-has-arrived.html' title='Larry Charles Harris has arrived!!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SdWW6JuVdmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Uq__NRG7q8/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3060568748703993983</id><published>2009-03-31T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:19:50.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously STILL PREGNANT!</title><content type='html'>Just so ya know, the doctor wouldn't strip my membranes but set me up to be induced on thursday. I was pretty mad but now I only have two days and at least we can plan around it! Thursday at 730 I go in to have my water broken and hopefully a baby before Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3060568748703993983?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3060568748703993983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3060568748703993983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3060568748703993983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3060568748703993983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/03/obviously-still-pregnant.html' title='Obviously STILL PREGNANT!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2845325355429305983</id><published>2009-03-24T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:19:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to go into Labor...</title><content type='html'>Due to my family's tendency to have babies around 37 weeks and always before their due dates I planned to already be holding my son. Well, I go to the doctor for my 38 week appointment tomorrow, and I am soooooo ready to be unpregnant!!!! Since 36 weeks I have been trying to get him and there is no such luck, after my 37 week appointment, where my doctor refused to strip my membranes until 38 weeks, I was determined to prove to her that despite her medical training she was wrong and Charlie is ready to come out. I have walked quite a few miles and on Friday I cleaned and scrubbed the house like crazy, took my dog on a really long walk, got peppermint tea(YUCK), and drank castor oil (more yuck) and some other stuff, ahem, anywho didn't work!! Not a peep, just the regular contractions that aren't strong enough to do anything. Here's to hoping tomorrows appointment leads to a baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2845325355429305983?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2845325355429305983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2845325355429305983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2845325355429305983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2845325355429305983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-go-into-labor.html' title='How to go into Labor...'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3633387912505094900</id><published>2009-03-18T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:29:30.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower and FULL TERM</title><content type='html'>My best friend Kat so graciously threw me a great baby shower up in Idaho Falls. I can't believe how great family and friends I have! After the party there were only a few items we needed to pick up and now we are ready in that sense, my sister Katie gave me a bunch of clothes that her son RJ has grown out of and now we won't have to get Charlie clothes until he is 9 months! Thanks to all those who came to the shower! Here's the only pictures I took because I forgot to once everyone arrived!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ScFX8Gs3LSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NyVipLs1bKE/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ScFX8Gs3LSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NyVipLs1bKE/s320/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314625725376441634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ScFYe5JmMCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZSdKqF0eMEw/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ScFYe5JmMCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZSdKqF0eMEw/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314626323034288162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie and RJ testing out my Mei Tei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So another doctors update, I am 37 weeks and I thought I would be evicting and meeting Charlie but no such luck! I'm only 2cm, same as last week, and 70% effaced a little more than last week. I have been having contractions all week and I can feel him low down but I guess he wants to stay in! I tried to convince my doctor to strip my membranes but she said she won't until I'm 38 weeks. So I guess more walking and hoping that he'll come out!&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/6404376487098544777-3633387912505094900?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3633387912505094900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3633387912505094900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3633387912505094900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3633387912505094900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-shower-and-full-term.html' title='Baby Shower and FULL TERM'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ScFX8Gs3LSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NyVipLs1bKE/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-7533985037182218731</id><published>2009-03-10T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:35:42.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rollover</title><content type='html'>So most of you have heard what happened. I came up to Idaho in our Honda to get it fixed and get Suzie fixed and stay the weekend for my baby shower (later post!). Larin wasn't going to come up but hasn't seen his family in so long he decided to make the trip even though he wouldn't get to stay long, so he headed up a day after me. I was just making me some dinner when my phone rang and it was Larin. He said "I just rolled the Durango"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, what?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just rolled the Durango"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay, were you wearing your seatbelt!!??"&lt;br /&gt;There was a storm that had iced over I-15 in between Malad and Pocatello and Larin hit a patch and then hit a patch of dry road launching the SUV over a lane and rolling into the center median! He kicked the door open found his army first aid kit, wrapped his bleeding hand and found his phone and called me, his parents and his boss! Apparently they train those army boys pretty well. When he arrived at the Malad hospital they were very suprised that he was in such good condition and had taken care of his own bleeding. No broken bones, just lots of bruises, a few goose eggs on his head, and glass all over, also his bad back is acting up again. I was freaking out and having horrible cramps the whole ride to see him but when we walked in and he was okay I yelled at him, are you trying to make me have this baby!! The nurse said I better not go into labor because they don't deliver babies since it is such a small hospital and I told her if he is going to come out they are going to be delivering babies there. Luckily once I calmed down a little the cramping stopped, good thing too because Kathrine would have been very mad if I had my baby the day before the shower! We decided Larin is a lucky unlucky person considering if he had driven the honda instead he wouldn't be here! Here are the pictures of the durango, we are glad this car took the rolling so well!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbayWq-9TaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GRX6UaMzE2M/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbayWq-9TaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GRX6UaMzE2M/s320/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311628913095298466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxtQryAII/AAAAAAAAAHY/cauxW9BBuCo/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxtQryAII/AAAAAAAAAHY/cauxW9BBuCo/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311628201660907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sbax-uODQAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gukFSalzgHY/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/Sbax-uODQAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gukFSalzgHY/s320/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311628501647048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxcD1OOuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/met13S2zjVw/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxcD1OOuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/met13S2zjVw/s320/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627906153069282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxO-Yu91I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kx4HylMIwIA/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbaxO-Yu91I/AAAAAAAAAHI/kx4HylMIwIA/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311627681353103186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Larin doesn't do anything halfway!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-7533985037182218731?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/7533985037182218731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=7533985037182218731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7533985037182218731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/7533985037182218731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/03/husband.html' title='The Rollover'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SbayWq-9TaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GRX6UaMzE2M/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-483197181836421520</id><published>2009-02-26T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:19:00.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer, let the countdown begin!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in awhile sorry! I am now 34 weeks and have just 3 left until I'm full term! Last doctors appointment little Charlie was 4 lbs 9 oz and looks like he has his dad's beautiful full lips! They say that when you get this far along the baby moves less but Charlie is still being an acrobat, sometimes it looks like he is knocking on my belly like "let me out!" HUGE HUGE HUGE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadIMreKmbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2FMrJEmKFJY/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadIMreKmbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2FMrJEmKFJY/s320/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307290068544297394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little get together/baby shower for friends down here in Layton and I got tons of diapers and cute little outfits, of course all clothes that small look soooo cute! My mom came down and spoiled her new grandson(and me) it was nice to talk pregnancy fears and labor worries with her and now I have a lot of the little things I needed like bottles and binkys and so forth. The nursery is just missing a few things so I guess I can post pictures now. It's monkey themed!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJMMaC22I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9PdbpbL9Y88/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJMMaC22I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9PdbpbL9Y88/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307291159717141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the things that say Charlie and now I want to get a shelf for the empty space.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJgzlAE1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Bxau1aaD67I/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJgzlAE1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Bxau1aaD67I/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307291513829462866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed those curtains and those baby slings all by myself, I was so proud of me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJ0sN7VXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/49hdp21pPD8/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadJ0sN7VXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/49hdp21pPD8/s320/DSC00148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307291855451018610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this wall because I cannot wait to fill this frame with pictures of my baby, and of course he is our little monkey! On the floor beneath this is a wicker basket filled with stuffed monkeys! If he was born now we could handle it I think but I want to make sure he is nice a chubby so three weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadNUDUu36I/AAAAAAAAAHA/y9w2JWYIuGk/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadNUDUu36I/AAAAAAAAAHA/y9w2JWYIuGk/s320/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307295692764405666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Hiding her naughtiness under the table&lt;br /&gt;So just a quick little post about our dog miss Suzie. I think she knows something is up. The other day she made me so mad, it was like she was trying to get me angry. I woke up, she pooped on the floor. I left her alone for a minute, she chewed the remote control and then tried to hide it in her kennel! I had to take a shower and came out she had gotten the hall closet open and taken out the shoes and ripped all the coats down and spread them everywhere! I had just about had it and put her in the kitchen with the gate up for a few hours. I let her out when I got done running errands and taking her on her walk we came back in and PEED on the floor right in front of me, she hasn't peed inside in so long and I had to clean up and it was stinky. And whenever she does something naughty she knows and will hide and try to get out of it by looking all cute. I am immune to her cutenes. She better not do this when Charlie comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-483197181836421520?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/483197181836421520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=483197181836421520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/483197181836421520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/483197181836421520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-closer-let-countdown-begin.html' title='Getting closer, let the countdown begin!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SadIMreKmbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2FMrJEmKFJY/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-1763527371718581729</id><published>2009-02-10T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:33:00.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update, went to the doctor and weighed the same I did last time!! Probably because they weren't letting me eat anything! I talked to the doctor and was like um, I don't have gestational diabetes, my blood sugars have been fine. She said, oh yeah, it looks like your probably just sensitive to sugar....GRRRR, Yeah, I knew that like three weeks ago when this all started but whatever. I scared myself today by counting the days until I am 37 weeks and there are only 35 days, and I was thinking wow, I've been waiting for him to come and now I'm not so sure I'm ready! Larin says it is too late now!&lt;br /&gt; The cold that everyone has been getting has made it to our house, it started in Larin and I thought I had dodged it and then woke up a few days ago coughing.&lt;br /&gt;Robert and Rachel and their family were passing through and asked if they could drop in, I said sure if they wanted to brave the sickness, but apparently it had already been passed around their family. It was nice to see them, little Spencer is so grown up now, I say that all the time but him and Robert were playing and talking and I am like he is just like his dad! I'm glad family stops by since it is so hard for us to get up to Idaho with Larin's schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment complex finally chipped out the ice in our area of the parking lot and what do ya know, we had a winter storm come through and the sun doesn't hit our area so it's all piled up again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, no pictures this time, I really am trying to get the nursery all put together! There's our past two weeks in a nutshell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-1763527371718581729?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/1763527371718581729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=1763527371718581729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1763527371718581729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1763527371718581729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/02/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-4274632452578388725</id><published>2009-01-27T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:51:12.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 30 and Dr. update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I didn't pass my three hour glucose test, surprise! I have to go meet with the diabetic diet counselor, even though my fasting and my three hour sugars were well within normal I guess the others were not. I have DIR, for those who don't know anything about sugar and insulin release let me explain where I fall. If you have type I diabetes your body doesn't make insulin, if you have type 2 diabetes your body makes insulin but it is not functional, and DIR, which stands for delayed insulin release, means my insulin works fine and my body makes it, not diabetes at all. I just don't release it right away or in small amounts so my blood sugar goes a little high my body produces insulin and instead of releasing a little at a time to keep my sugars normal it waits and releases a large amount causing my sugars to drop really low. One time it got to 35 and it is not supposed to go below 70, so if they treat me for diabetes and give me insulin....bad idea! I have felt a lot better since I got pregnant and haven't fell too low in awhile and I really don't want to give up on my cravings!! Hopefully I can convince the counselor. Anywho, afterwards I was a little upset and told Larin that I might as well get an Icee since I might not get one later, and the Icee machine was broken!!! Bad day! Here's the week 30 belly picture, 7 weeks left by my count.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9xYADuZYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NTvRhP4alnM/s1600-h/week30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9xYADuZYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NTvRhP4alnM/s320/week30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296076343957415298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to gain weight other than my belly! 17 pounds so far! We are finally getting somewhere on getting all the stuff for Charlie. Isn't it crazy that for a baby, tiny little thing, you have to buy I'm gonna say like 900 different items! I don't want to post pics of the nursery until it is completely done, but it is looking so cute. My new thing is finding cheap but nice things for the baby I get soo excited when I get a good deal. Larin doesn't really like buying stuff used since it's our first baby so a lot of the stuff is new and costly but I found a travel system, that's the stroller, the car seat and the car seat base for $50! And it doesn't look used at all and I got a military discount, saweet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9yumIkmBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-iSkSpJfwTE/s1600-h/seat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9yumIkmBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-iSkSpJfwTE/s320/seat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296077831647041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it! I just had to post a picture because I am so proud of myself. Lastly, here's the latest picture of Charlie, he is sooo cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9zbeJJawI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tRvox2LfDqc/s1600-h/charlie27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9zbeJJawI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tRvox2LfDqc/s320/charlie27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296078602596084482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so I'm a little biased, but come on look at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-4274632452578388725?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/4274632452578388725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=4274632452578388725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4274632452578388725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/4274632452578388725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-30-and-dr-update.html' title='Week 30 and Dr. update.'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX9xYADuZYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NTvRhP4alnM/s72-c/week30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5811722231908537581</id><published>2009-01-21T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:53:02.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like doctors!</title><content type='html'>Nothing personal I've just had some bad times with them. I got really sick last year and the doctors couldn't get it together and figure it out. They gave me all these different diagnoses and then would change their minds after making me treat that diagnosis. Long story short it sucked, Larin even called in to complain because they didn't give us one of my lab results for almost two months and it was an important one. So after all this I wanted to have a baby, I said I didn't care if I was sick anymore just no more doctors! Larin said if I went to this one specialist for these few more tests and if he said I was well enough to have a baby then we would. Obviously he said it was okay and frankly I have felt most of my symptoms from before have gotten less intense now that I'm pregnant... then the doctor had to check me for gestational diabetes. I have done that test before and knew from how I felt I wasn't going to pass. So I didn't pass and have to do the longer 3 hour test tomorrow and I know from past experience I am not going to pass that one either, but it doesn't mean I have diabetes just that my body is all weird! I have been a very tolerant pregnant lady, with mild mood swings but if they take away my CARBS, even when I know it won't help, I will not be very nice, not at all! Just had to vent, doctors need to listen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5811722231908537581?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5811722231908537581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5811722231908537581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5811722231908537581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5811722231908537581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-like-doctors.html' title='I don&apos;t like doctors!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5152186098238378937</id><published>2009-01-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:54:38.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 27...10 to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZ0unXcxJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WcWBIyxxwuk/s1600-h/week+27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZ0unXcxJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WcWBIyxxwuk/s320/week+27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043156583367826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the updated belly pic! 27 weeks so in 10 weeks I'll be considered full term and I told Charlie that's when he is evicted! Pregnancy wise I am just getting more and more uncomfortable. I had bad hips before pregnancy and now if I try and do too much I wake up the next day in so much pain I can't get out of bed, it's tons of fun. Everyone I bump into thinks I'm tiny! Can't believe anyone thinks this is tiny! Charlie has been getting the hiccups which is a weird sensation, I feel bad for him because it happens a couple times a day but they say it doesn't bother them. I waddle everywhere I go and Larin thinks it's hilarious! Anywho that's the update on the pregnancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5152186098238378937?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5152186098238378937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5152186098238378937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5152186098238378937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5152186098238378937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-2710-to-go.html' title='Week 27...10 to go!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZ0unXcxJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WcWBIyxxwuk/s72-c/week+27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-423606970680029674</id><published>2009-01-08T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:55:54.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are the New Years pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZoHfKZuUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dGz9emIk8-4/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZoHfKZuUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dGz9emIk8-4/s320/xmasnewyears+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029290226727234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor took this picture all by herself, she held the camera and said say 'Happy New Year's!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZn88NdtrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0o5KPMYjNjs/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZn88NdtrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0o5KPMYjNjs/s320/xmasnewyears+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029109045638834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnqsZFWgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BGK8W-ZOYBY/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnqsZFWgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BGK8W-ZOYBY/s320/xmasnewyears+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289028795561761282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooklyn invented her own little song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnfu1MYkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/miIUt0d9Uh8/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnfu1MYkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/miIUt0d9Uh8/s320/xmasnewyears+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289028607237972546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taylor Belle playing her 'horn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnO1DRNhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AJLRhUg5v_0/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZnO1DRNhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AJLRhUg5v_0/s320/xmasnewyears+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289028316849845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma, Taylor, Brookie and RJ all ready for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-423606970680029674?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/423606970680029674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=423606970680029674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/423606970680029674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/423606970680029674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-are-new-years-pics.html' title='Here are the New Years pics'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWZoHfKZuUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dGz9emIk8-4/s72-c/xmasnewyears+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3762500472448479873</id><published>2009-01-07T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:56:36.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party! Kind of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Larin had to go back down to Utah for his work, go Army right? Anyways my parents were going to watch Katie and Ryan's kids and I didn't feel up to going out all night so we decided to have our own little party that would end early! Taylor and Brooklyn got really crazy after we let the two of them have their own bottle of sparkling cider, it was hilarious. They chased each other around the living room for 10 minutes straight! We bought little poppers and when their parents came to pick them up we set them off. Taylor had to tell everyone Happy New Year's about fifty times and Brooklyn was running around giving hugs and screaming, it was so cute! Poor RJ was just sleepy, and the party ended a little before ten, but for a pregnant tired lady it was perfect. I'll load the pictures later because my computer is being weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3762500472448479873?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3762500472448479873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3762500472448479873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3762500472448479873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3762500472448479873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/party-kind-of.html' title='Party! Kind of.....'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2109138113479571046</id><published>2009-01-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:21:07.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Idaho</title><content type='html'>So we went up to Idaho for our Christmas of course to see all our family and friends. We luckily beat the bad weather by a few hours, which is really good because I hate being in the car with someone else driving when its slick! We made it in time to catch the tail end of Christmas Eve dinner and later my best friend Kat stopped by. We hadn't seen each other in forever and she was really excited to see my huge belly. Charlie is usually quite the active baby but he wouldn't kick Kat once, he can be such a turd! Of course as soon as she left he went nuts. Anywho, we went to bed and woke up to quite a bit of snow and presents galore!! Everyone came over and we opened our presents.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKiW03vxNI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB8-S-ODwqE/s1600-h/madiandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKiW03vxNI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB8-S-ODwqE/s320/madiandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287967425519666386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Here is me and miss Madelyn, Robert and Rachel's new little girl!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKijL9yvEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L-05E_dzcEQ/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKijL9yvEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/L-05E_dzcEQ/s320/xmasnewyears+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287967637877472322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 And Spencer, he got a mower but played with the two carts meant for the girls.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKjBX4wmgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gtf6k7bstpk/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKjBX4wmgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gtf6k7bstpk/s320/xmasnewyears+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287968156473661954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Little miss Brooklyn was being such a goofball and kept saying cheese! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKjS3tVuCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/C6i4CN77d5U/s1600-h/xmasnewyears+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKjS3tVuCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/C6i4CN77d5U/s320/xmasnewyears+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287968457073473570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        And here is RJ who had no idea what all the fuss was about!&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great Christmas morning, Charlie got tons of clothes and he isn't even born yet. We got a glider for the nursery which was totally needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2109138113479571046?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2109138113479571046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2109138113479571046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2109138113479571046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2109138113479571046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-idaho.html' title='Christmas in Idaho'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SWKiW03vxNI/AAAAAAAAADs/TB8-S-ODwqE/s72-c/madiandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-8924535301193239344</id><published>2008-12-09T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:44:27.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8eqBc6JNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wOFJt6JDXlg/s1600-h/100_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8eqBc6JNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wOFJt6JDXlg/s320/100_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970995594536146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my belly button, it has almost given up and I'm only 23 weeks, and yes my belly is that white......&lt;br /&gt;Charlie wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-8924535301193239344?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/8924535301193239344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=8924535301193239344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8924535301193239344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/8924535301193239344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-forgot.html' title='Almost forgot!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8eqBc6JNI/AAAAAAAAADM/wOFJt6JDXlg/s72-c/100_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-6582321134740951129</id><published>2008-12-09T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:24:15.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One final down, one more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so I haven't posted in a little bit! Larin and I went up to Idaho for Thanksgiving and had tons of fun. I got to see all of our nieces and nephews, the 23 on Larin's side and the 5 on mine. I was lucky and Robert and Rachel stopped by to see us on their way to Florida so I got to see Spencer, who is sooo grown up it is insane, and Madelyn, she was so cute and giggly the whole time! When we got to Idaho we watched Taylor, Brooklyn and RJ, and those kids cracked us up! Taylor walked up to Larin and told him, very matter-of-factly.."Brooklyn doesn't like you." Little Brookie stood in the shadows and was scared to be alone with Larin but was fine if we were there, which was funny considering we watched her for a week once and she had no problem with him then. RJ is getting nice and chubby and a goof! While Katie was doing my hair Brookie needed her diaper changed and Taylor said she'd do it. Curious Katie agreed and we watched her change Brookie and she actually did a suprisingly good job, just needed a little tightening and she definitely had to wash her hands afterwards but it was funny to watch! I ate two Thanksgivings, Larin's families and some of my families, so that was awesome. The day after we had Larin's family's Christmas party, so more food and fun there! And Larin got to catch up with all of his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So back home everything is going great. We had our first snow yesterday and I was sooo excited. I put up our Christmas decorations and am proud of my little tree!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8YR9ISgfI/AAAAAAAAACs/5WJu9-Ko4uM/s1600-h/100_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8YR9ISgfI/AAAAAAAAACs/5WJu9-Ko4uM/s320/100_0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277963985047683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8ZB9Oqd2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Hk6KqSQIAk/s1600-h/100_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8ZB9Oqd2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Hk6KqSQIAk/s320/100_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277964809708140386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since our poor little deaf puppy gets cold so quickly Larin got her a coat, and yes I know its blue and shes a girl, but Larin wanted it because it has camo on it! So my dog is now a little bit retarded, stone deaf, and completely gender-confused. Here are some pics of her in her jacket and her first walk in the snow, she just tried to eat it...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8ZMcHVUCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OEyI57GAr6c/s1600-h/100_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8ZMcHVUCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OEyI57GAr6c/s320/100_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277964989797584930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here is an update on the belly pics, our little Charlie is the most active baby on the planet and is constantly kicking me. When we lay down to go to bed I make Larin watch my stomach because he is getting so big you can see the whole belly move! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8Z3qaE7OI/AAAAAAAAADE/4YoruySBP5s/s1600-h/belly24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8Z3qaE7OI/AAAAAAAAADE/4YoruySBP5s/s320/belly24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965732368674018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is sooo amazing to have this little life in me that we created, I love it!! Oh and before I forget, Thanks Katie for doing my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-6582321134740951129?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/6582321134740951129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=6582321134740951129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6582321134740951129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/6582321134740951129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-final-down-one-more-to-go.html' title='One final down, one more to go!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/ST8YR9ISgfI/AAAAAAAAACs/5WJu9-Ko4uM/s72-c/100_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2898231351555486823</id><published>2008-12-08T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:28:50.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent 8, for Ms.Kayleen</title><content type='html'>8 favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. My Name is Earl(its hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Clean House&lt;br /&gt;6. Just Shoot Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;8. The Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept in!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Took a bath so I could shave my legs, I'm too fat to do it in the shower&lt;br /&gt;4. Wanted Taco Bell really bad....I got some today:)&lt;br /&gt;5.Studied for finals, kind of!&lt;br /&gt;6. Took Larin's algebra test for him, didn't do to well&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched Big Daddy&lt;br /&gt;8. Did a couple of quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things to Look Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. Being done shopping for everyone for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3. School being done.. two more days, two more tests&lt;br /&gt;4. More snow!&lt;br /&gt;5. Being in my last trimester!! Bring on the sleeping pills...&lt;br /&gt;6. Seeing all my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;7. Setting up and resetting up my baby's room(pregnant ladies have to redo things nine million times)&lt;br /&gt;8. Seeing my baby boy's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sol Rio&lt;br /&gt;2. Fiesta Ole'&lt;br /&gt;3. Texas Rhodehouse&lt;br /&gt;4. Mongolian Grill&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taco Bell(just for the past few days)&lt;br /&gt;6. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;7. Morenita's&lt;br /&gt;8. Chili's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;1. A new laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. To get good grades!&lt;br /&gt;3.Someone to decorate my house, it's so plain but I don't know how!&lt;br /&gt;4. A million dollars, no seriously if you have it give it&lt;br /&gt;5. Spay my stupid deaf puppy&lt;br /&gt;6. An entertainment center for the man room&lt;br /&gt;7. a clean house that I don't have to clean&lt;br /&gt;8. I leave this on from Kayleen's post...Laser hair removal so I didn't have to try and shave my legs, its getting harder the bigger my tummy gets..even tho Ive had it and the stupid hormones undid it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I want to tag... Everyone I know on here has been tagged so I will be kind and not tag anyone!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am going to post again I promise after stupid finals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2898231351555486823?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2898231351555486823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2898231351555486823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2898231351555486823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2898231351555486823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/12/magnificent-8-for-mskayleen.html' title='Magnificent 8, for Ms.Kayleen'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-2304339614118727246</id><published>2008-11-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:34:10.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BECAUSE YOUR PREGNANT!</title><content type='html'>Yes, anything and everything strange that happens to me is because I'm pregnant. There are the things you expect when you get preggo and the stuff that apparently happens to everyone but NO ONE tells you. Acne, yeah that beautiful pregnant lady glow makes a great home for pimples... the constant abdominal pressure, once you think about it it makes perfect sense, I have a human in there it's going to get crowded but my ab muscles ache all the time! I can smell what you ate an hour ago, and yes it smells bad. Do not under any circumstances try and shave your legs standing in the shower, the soapy floor, your giant belly and the akward position... I have a giant bruise on my back because of this, do not try it! Random need of naps, like REALLY random. I cried the other day while reading a book and Larin made fun of me, he said it was cute and that just made me mad so I pouted and he laughed even harder which in turn made me even more angry. Strange dreams, really weird to the point of scary, like Alice in Wonderland creepy. Super dry skin along with the acne, I can't explain how that happens but it does. Complete and utter absentmindedness, I ask Larin a question and ask it again in five minutes because I forgot I asked him, I leave my purse, keys, notebooks, etc. all over the place. So I ask my doctor about these things, and what is her answer... oh, that's just because you're pregnant. What can I do about it.... wait until you aren't pregnant. That's helpful, yeah, I am glad you went to all that medical school to tell me that, THANKS. As you can tell the hormones have begun raging and making me a fun person to be around! Anywho, we got our TV and Larin loves it, now whenever he sees our other TVs he says they are too small. Men are weird. I am so excited about going up for thanksgiving. You know how usually you are like hmmm... the apple and the pumpkin and the cherry pie all look so good but you can only choose one because you are watching your weight over the holidays... not me I'm going to have a slice of apple, pumpkin and cherry pie because no matter what I do I'm going to gain weight so I am going to have a ball doing it! Why... BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-2304339614118727246?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/2304339614118727246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=2304339614118727246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2304339614118727246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/2304339614118727246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-because-your-pregnant.html' title='IT&apos;S BECAUSE YOUR PREGNANT!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-1577761358749297911</id><published>2008-11-19T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:18:33.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when thinking of a word to describe me, most of you know all to well to stay away from GRACEFUL. I have spent the past 20 years on this planet and still have yet to figure out this whole gravity thing.  I trip over invisible objects and spend a lot of time picking myself up off the ground, I have learned to laugh about it and find it funny. So imagine putting 15 pounds right in front of me in center, yeah, bad idea. Now my so called center of balance (remember not much balance there before) is all thrown off and to top it off I can't see what I'm running into. Last night Larin and I spent a few minutes trying to figure out where and how I got all these bruises. Oh how fun! Pregnancy wise I'm doing much better, no longer sick and I am having fun feeling our little one growing. Larin finally was patient enough and got to feel his son kick, it was so cute! He was like that's it!! I'm like yeah, well it's not your insides he is jumping around on!! Starting to get uncomfortable at times but otherwise just trying to enjoy it and eat whatever I want. Here's 20 weeks photo of the belly, HALF WAY!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SSRYXPOJjOI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_Gs8EOk_gM/s1600-h/week20belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SSRYXPOJjOI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_Gs8EOk_gM/s320/week20belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270434620176436450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larin and I celebrated our two year anniversary yesterday. He got the day off work and we spent the day together and had fun. A kind of anniversary/Christmas gift we got was a flat screen 56" TV which will be arriving soon, Larin is PUMPED. It goes into his "man room". I am reupholstering a couch in what else but camo color and I will post pics of his man room when we are finished setting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-1577761358749297911?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/1577761358749297911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=1577761358749297911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1577761358749297911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/1577761358749297911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-when-thinking-of-word-to-describe-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SSRYXPOJjOI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_Gs8EOk_gM/s72-c/week20belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5307680300676676587</id><published>2008-11-07T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:46:25.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am finally posting again! It has been pretty busy these past few weeks with school midterms, and the ATC Ball we had to attend for Larin's job. Due to my absent mind I forgot the camera and have no pictures of us all dressed up. It was nice to have a little getaway weekend, the ball was in Park City and we had a big suite with an awesome jetted giant tub, which was my favorite since I'm not allowed in the hot tub I got to relax in there. It was fun to get all prettied up and into a nice gown even with this growing belly! Some friends there took pictures of us so maybe I can find one later.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the belly at 18-19 weeks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTD1otlIuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_SQ4MQXYds0/s1600-h/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTD1otlIuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_SQ4MQXYds0/s320/belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049190532031202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am only halfway through! I can feel our little boy kicking and squirming and he is definitely getting big and strong, here are some more ultrasound pics from our last appointment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTEVq3NXBI/AAAAAAAAACM/vW6uDsRcupY/s1600-h/babyboyfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTEVq3NXBI/AAAAAAAAACM/vW6uDsRcupY/s320/babyboyfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266049740865100818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the tiny feet I feel!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTE8bIlQeI/AAAAAAAAACc/XUEYmMTUk4M/s1600-h/babyboycharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTE8bIlQeI/AAAAAAAAACc/XUEYmMTUk4M/s320/babyboycharlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266050406657901026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just in case there was any doubt in our minds he showed us that we can buy all blue things, because he is definitely a he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5307680300676676587?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5307680300676676587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5307680300676676587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5307680300676676587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5307680300676676587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SRTD1otlIuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_SQ4MQXYds0/s72-c/belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-3380172506199078393</id><published>2008-10-15T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:32:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our 15 week appointment today and they were able to see the sex of the baby and my feelings were right...it's a BOY!! He wouldn't hold still for very long but we got to see his little hands and feet squirming around in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ7KDpC-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/wS-SOnpVbIw/s1600-h/babyboy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ7KDpC-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/wS-SOnpVbIw/s320/babyboy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257525027708008546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's his alien face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ7WgHTHvI/AAAAAAAAABU/R_2SLgL3mFI/s1600-h/babyboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ7WgHTHvI/AAAAAAAAABU/R_2SLgL3mFI/s320/babyboy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257525241509519090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the "boy area" she could see, I couldn't tell!&lt;br /&gt;Larin and I just got back from our visit in Idaho. Larin and Ryan, our brother-in-law, went hunting. I got to stay in town and catch up with family and friends, but being pregnant I missed Sunday family dinner and spent it curled up on the bathroom floor. Oh the joys of parenthood! I got to see all my nieces and nephews which was nice, they are all getting so big! And a special thanks needs to be given to my sister-in-law Rachel for the maternity pants she let me borrow, I tried to stuff myself into my regular pants and it is soooo not worth it, these things are AMAZINGLY comfortable! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ9SrEX2MI/AAAAAAAAABc/cjNsNkVkX2U/s1600-h/100_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ9SrEX2MI/AAAAAAAAABc/cjNsNkVkX2U/s320/100_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257527374753814722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last picture is of our little miss Suzie, she had to sit on Larin's lap and decided to try and drive, it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-3380172506199078393?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/3380172506199078393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=3380172506199078393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3380172506199078393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/3380172506199078393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-boy.html' title='IT&apos;S A BOY!!!'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SPZ7KDpC-GI/AAAAAAAAABM/wS-SOnpVbIw/s72-c/babyboy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404376487098544777.post-5433330652307737673</id><published>2008-10-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:53:19.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby On Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am starting this blog to keep in contact with my friends and family as our little family grows. Larin and I decided it was time to add some wee ones to the mix! I was late and took a few pregnancy tests which came up faintly positive so we set up a doctors appointment and the blood test came back negative! So we put it at the back of our minds and continued on with life until a week later when I got extremely sick at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Larin came and picked me up since I was feeling too sick to drive and what do you know, it turns out I was pregnant! I took a digital test and there it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as written out PREGNANT!! So once again we set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; up a blood test and this time it agreed, there definitely was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; bun in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6HnA9CJbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fo88KG7zMb4/s1600-h/preggo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6HnA9CJbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fo88KG7zMb4/s320/preggo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255286919528588722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few weeks later I started having bad pains in my stomach and since it was Saturday we ran to the hospital just to be sure the baby was okay. It turned out I was sick but the baby was fine and Larin and I got to see the baby jumping around in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6IVsv99dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HIsW3x8BdZI/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6IVsv99dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HIsW3x8BdZI/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255287721558930898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so weird to finally see an actual little baby in there, another week later we went to the doctor for our first check-up and got to see the baby once again, and learned we are due April 9th, 2009!!! We find out on Oct. 15th what we are having.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6JFBdnyLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1ep70lWwtig/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6JFBdnyLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1ep70lWwtig/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255288534572976306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404376487098544777-5433330652307737673?l=lj-harrisville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/feeds/5433330652307737673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404376487098544777&amp;postID=5433330652307737673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5433330652307737673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404376487098544777/posts/default/5433330652307737673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lj-harrisville.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-on-board.html' title='Baby On Board'/><author><name>JHarris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285371984472182393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SX91xMX8ldI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NSzJ5CJi5SQ/S220/DSC00029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH9_gqJ5BcI/SO6HnA9CJbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fo88KG7zMb4/s72-c/preggo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
