<?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-5279651638613157857</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:53:40.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harding Three</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-7729114405856283897</id><published>2010-06-14T13:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:13:36.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a crazy life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should blog more, but I'll wait until New Year's to make that resolution.  Until then, we'll see how often I post pics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These pictures are at the Bean Museum on campus.  I like the one of Dustin and his new ears growing on the top of his head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH_8x-ihI/AAAAAAAAARU/fEZHi7gm8Ps/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH_8x-ihI/AAAAAAAAARU/fEZHi7gm8Ps/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482719129087412754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH_ABNVGI/AAAAAAAAARM/1ThJpttP5T4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH_ABNVGI/AAAAAAAAARM/1ThJpttP5T4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482719112776733794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the cake from Kate's birthday.  Jan 29th.  Yikes!  That's a long time ago.  I made this cake, and I wasn't very happy with the colors, but Kate loved it and that's all that matters!  Nice pics of us on the cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH-quIcVI/AAAAAAAAARE/pdqE8R1qgng/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH-quIcVI/AAAAAAAAARE/pdqE8R1qgng/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482719107059577170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really shouldn't say it, but Daddy picked out her outfit while I was at work.  I had to smile when I saw her.  She's a cutie no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH9KeIMDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0gDKfSYnPdo/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH9KeIMDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0gDKfSYnPdo/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482719081222647858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHDTFc-qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RM5KoELSncA/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHDTFc-qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RM5KoELSncA/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482718087102659234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually have to keep our camera away from Kate.  She plays with the settings and I'm sure some things are still messed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHC6UGpvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-h01DK27qkI/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHC6UGpvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-h01DK27qkI/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482718080453224178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After playing with Mommy's mascara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHCcj0sOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2yIyXmQ0EO4/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHCcj0sOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2yIyXmQ0EO4/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482718072466092258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kate and I went to the mall and got a yogurt parfait to share.  There was a little bit left and she ate it on the way home.  At least I thought she did... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHCNIW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_hsFRhGC6-I/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHCNIW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_hsFRhGC6-I/s400/090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482718068324365714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things needed when doing Daddy's hair.  Brush?  Check.  Elastics?  Check.  Listerine?  Uhhhh...check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHBorSQfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kFtK7-FABz4/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaHBorSQfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kFtK7-FABz4/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482718058538746354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're happy and healthy.  Kate's pretty much potty trained (some days better than others) and is growing up so fast!!  She has a new best friend, Kyra, who lives next door.  Luckily Kyra's mom, Andrea, is becoming one of my favorite friends.  Dustin's leaving next week for Boston to finish filming the never-ending Joseph Smith film.  Kate and I will stay in Vegas for a week and party with the fam.  &lt;div&gt;Well, until more pics...adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-7729114405856283897?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7729114405856283897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=7729114405856283897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7729114405856283897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7729114405856283897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-crazy-life.html' title='It&apos;s a crazy life...'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/TBaH_8x-ihI/AAAAAAAAARU/fEZHi7gm8Ps/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-9001490517589400476</id><published>2009-12-21T13:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:58:01.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, I'll update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's alive!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really haven't been in a blogging mood lately, but today I'm thinking I should, so I better jump on it while I can!  We've been so busy, but I'm not sure what to write about.  It's the everday stuff that fills all of your time, but seems so boring to say.  But I will say this: Dustin's done with finals!  Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin's mom gave him a copy of this book for his birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sy_hB-I2-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dEbijZQhdyo/s400/Remembering+Isaac.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417796300726270146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fell in love with this book and couldn't put it down.  We bought the sequel and thought it was even better than the first.  The author is a potter himself and owns a pottery shop in back of his house in Salt Lake.  Neither of us had work on Thursday so we made an appointment with the author to come and look at his work.  It/He was AMAZING.  He's only 36 and is one of the happiest people I have ever met.  We chatted and talked for about 30 mins or so about the book and life and then he gave us a discount on some pieces.  It was cool when he asked our advice for the third and final book.  He's hoping to get it out next summer, so I really hope it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin and I learned so much from this book and can't stop raving about it.  Here's a short synopsis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake just graduated from college with a degree in ceramics.  Everyone is telling him to get a "real" job, but his heart truly lies with pottery.  He becomes the village potter in Niederbipp, PA (which is an actual place) and learns more about the previous potter, Isaac, who was well-loved and just an amazing man who helped anyone he could.  The book is supposed to be Jake's sketchbook, so throughout the pages you find drawings and occassional splatters from the glaze.  It's visually appealing and fun to read.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really one of those books that makes you reflect on life, if you let it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, it's been same ol', same ol'.  Well, and getting ready for Christmas I guess :)  Hope this hasn't been too boring, but I needed to write about something and we STILL haven't gotten a camera.  Boo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-9001490517589400476?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9001490517589400476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=9001490517589400476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9001490517589400476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9001490517589400476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/12/fine-ill-update.html' title='Fine, I&apos;ll update...'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sy_hB-I2-MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dEbijZQhdyo/s72-c/Remembering+Isaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-8228542813700269829</id><published>2009-11-02T14:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:19:03.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a little rough.  I've been either puking, or feeling like I should be puking (and no I'm NOT pregnant).  So Dustin called me today during his break.  Here's our little conversation:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin:  So how are you feeling today?  Did you call the doctor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: I called, but they said to wait another day.  So we'll see.  But I'm feeling pretty crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin:  Oh cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim: (Silence)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either Dustin wasn't really listening or we have some serious issues to clear up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-8228542813700269829?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8228542813700269829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=8228542813700269829' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8228542813700269829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8228542813700269829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-1538146302224636885</id><published>2009-09-20T12:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:58:15.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, it's been forever!!  Well, our camera broke, so I have no new pictures.  This was the last one taken, so I had to post it.  I never thought Kate would want her toenails painted, but she volunteered when she saw me painting mine.  I had to document the girl who never stops surprising her mom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SrZv2c6OTxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/L1CCxk9199g/s1600-h/Family+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SrZv2c6OTxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/L1CCxk9199g/s400/Family+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383613385832025874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There has been SOOO much going on.  First, I got a job at Gold's Gym working in the playroom.  I work about 13 hours a week and it's nice to have a little more money coming in.  Kate and I love it, although she's still getting used to sharing toys.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in South Provo has been awesome, but definitely not convenient.  Yesterday we signed a contract for an apartment in Orem.  I cannot wait until we move in because we'll have a dishwasher and a washer/dryer.  It's too good to be true!!  We were planning on moving this week, but something totally unexpected came up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin got a call from a director asking him to audition for the part of Joseph Smith.  Well....he got it!!  We're so excited, but a little stressed.  I took him to the airport today to fly out to Boston.  He'll do filming this week and then go back in November for 2 or 3 weeks.  It's great to see Dustin so happy doing something he loves.  I got to meet "Emma" on Saturday and love her to pieces.  I wish I could go with them, but there's not much I could do anyway while they're filming.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie should be coming out in March, and should be in theatres.  I read the script on Sunday and it sounds like it should be really good.  Joseph is in his early 20's and marries Emma, obtains the plates, translates them, and organizes the Church.  We'll give you info as we find out more.  I'm so proud of Dustin and can't wait to see how this turns out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the airport I took Kate to the doctor's for a follow-up.  For the past little while she hasn't been too interested in food.  Had tons of diarrhea and was throwing up.  Her doctor was pretty worried, so he had me take her to the hospital to get some blood tests and an IV.  It was traumatic for her, but definitely helped to get fluids in her.  We're still working on getting her better.  I worry so much about my baby girl!  She's only 20 pounds, which is what she was back in May.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing all of this has made me exhausted.  Our life is crazy, but nothing short of amazing!  Sorry this was so long and boring, but wanted to catch you up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-1538146302224636885?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1538146302224636885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=1538146302224636885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1538146302224636885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1538146302224636885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SrZv2c6OTxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/L1CCxk9199g/s72-c/Family+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-9167929545258049301</id><published>2009-08-12T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:56:38.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A real bed to sleep on!</title><content type='html'>So...I can't find our camera. I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Well, it better be because it has our Yellowstone pictures on it!! Ahhh!! But it's been awhile since I've posted anything, so I'll write a little blurb tonight and then upload the pictures when I find the camera.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple of weeks have been CRAZY. We went to Yellowstone last week for my family's reunion, so the week before was stressful. Dustin was working 12 hour days and I had to get everything ready to go camping. Never again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin's brother and wife had their open house in Utah, so I made a dummy wedding cake to display. I had TONS of help, but it turned out so cute! I'll definitely put up a picture. I've decided that I'd like to learn more about cake decorating, so I signed up for a four-week course at BYU Campus Craft and Floral. I'm way excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate and I have also been doing a lot of gardening. We do it at our friend's home and have enjoyed zucchini and tomatoes so far and are excited for the rest of the produce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last Sunday I conducted a combined choir of the Relief Society and Young Womens. It was fun, but my anxiety was way up when thinking about it! I got a trio together before I left and hoped it all would sound good when I got back. I'm sooo glad it's over. And I don't have to do it anymore, because I just got a new calling. Young Women's!!!!! All I can say, is that I won't tell them stories of when I was younger. Can you say trouble maker? Anyway, tonight I went to mutual for the first time in about seven years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry I've written so much!! I'll stop and end with a picture from my dad's cell phone. He decided to visit our campsite.  It looks fake but it's the real thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOOHQq6tXI/AAAAAAAAANo/gCIauLXMqzs/s1600-h/Elk+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOOHQq6tXI/AAAAAAAAANo/gCIauLXMqzs/s400/Elk+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369291436140967282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S.  I got the flu when we got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-9167929545258049301?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9167929545258049301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=9167929545258049301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9167929545258049301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9167929545258049301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-bed-to-sleep-on.html' title='A real bed to sleep on!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOOHQq6tXI/AAAAAAAAANo/gCIauLXMqzs/s72-c/Elk+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-3466537430660741155</id><published>2009-07-24T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:12:59.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>Kate and I were going to go on a walk today, but didn't make it out of the complex.  Too many fun things going on!  Jen, a neighbor, ended up getting a pool out for the three girls.  I absolutely love this pic.  They had such a blast together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmoBxxkLAkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bJEKtxqEvAM/s1600-h/Family+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmoBxxkLAkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bJEKtxqEvAM/s400/Family+010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100260968268354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These three girls are a few months apart and each have the cutest personalities.  We have Kate on the right, Hannah on the left, and Evanie in the back.  Doesn't this make you want to be little again?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow our ward is celebrating Pioneer Day with a pie social and the kids are going to walk in a parade.  I'm wondering if Kate is old enough to do it.  She does like to be with the big kids, so I might give it a try.  I'm not sure if she knows that she's a baby.  Whenever she sees big kids, like 5 or 6 years old, she always says, "baby!"  The kids hate being called "baby" by an actual baby, but I find it pretty entertaining.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally forgot the camera yesterday, but we all went rock climbing in Rock Canyon with Dustin's friend yesterday.  Last time I went I used some really good shoes and didn't have a problem getting up, but Dustin and I didn't rent any this time.  Bad idea.  We both ended up going bare foot!  Our shoes had no traction, so we took our shoes and socks off and put chalk on them.  I am so sore today because my feet were slipping and I had to use a lot more upper body strength (which I don't have) instead of my legs.  Next time we are definitely renting shoes!  Kate was such a good sport, and even tried to climb up some rocks.  Summer in Utah rocks because there's so much to do outside.  At least I think so :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-3466537430660741155?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3466537430660741155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=3466537430660741155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/3466537430660741155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/3466537430660741155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmoBxxkLAkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bJEKtxqEvAM/s72-c/Family+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-9143979173720523224</id><published>2009-07-19T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:31:28.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get that corn outta my face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmPVeox8_DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JTbbVutx6k4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmPVeox8_DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JTbbVutx6k4/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360362703820749874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we gave Kate lasagna and corn for dinner.  However, she ate no lasagna and an ENTIRE can of corn!  She refused to eat anything besides corn (well, she did have Go-Gurt before dinner).  This picture is taken at the very end when I think she finally realized, "Was that a whole can of corn?"  All I can say is, her upcoming diapers are gonna be a doozy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-9143979173720523224?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9143979173720523224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=9143979173720523224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9143979173720523224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9143979173720523224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-that-corn-outta-my-face.html' title='Get that corn outta my face!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SmPVeox8_DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JTbbVutx6k4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-5595013637728955877</id><published>2009-07-13T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:22:13.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Big Kid Now</title><content type='html'>I think Mom's been holding out on me.  Church is definitely not the place for me to run around and have fun.  Mom and Dad are kind of boring.  I mean, who wants to sit in class when they can run around or smash Nilla Wafers on the piano bench?  Well, I finally went to a place they call "Nursery."  I'm not totally sure what it is, but it's a WHOLE LOT BETTER than what I've done in the past.  Not only are there kids my age, but they have books, toys, snacks, even a slide!  All I know is, I'm NEVER going back to classes with Mom and Dad.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does stink a little right now because Mom has to stay with me until I'm 18 months.  Something about a transition month.  I couldn't care less what that means, but I would rather not have Mom telling me not to hit or hug boys when they're pulling away from me.  Sheesh.  Once she's gone, I'll be kissin' them.  I've done it before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In nursery we all sat on a blanket and went on a lion hunt together!  I wasn't sure what to do, so I watched the other kids.  I'll get it someday.  We sing about ducks and monkeys, and sometimes we march around the room.  Then the teacher tells us a story about Jesus before we play with the toys.  We learned about the Holy Ghost and then we got to sit at a table and color a paper they gave us.  Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SltcIZDkUvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/akIu2ndU1vI/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SltcIZDkUvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/akIu2ndU1vI/s400/img003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357977480921895666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not my best work, but Mom seems to like it.  It's even on the fridge.  What a crazy lady.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part about nursery are the books and the slide.  I wish I had my own slide, because then I could climb up the slide and not have to wait for my turn to go down.  Nothing like the wind in my face on the way down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's almost time to go, we all help clean up.  I like putting things in the buckets, but I'll admit I get distracted sometimes.  There are so many toys to play with!  (Mom needs to work on our collection)  Then the teacher blows bubbles for us to pop.  I couldn't get any, so a nice lady picked me up and was helping me reach the bubbles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell ya, nursery's the life.  I can't wait to go back next week!  It's Dad's turn to go with me.  Maybe I can get away with more stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-5595013637728955877?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5595013637728955877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=5595013637728955877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5595013637728955877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5595013637728955877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a Big Kid Now'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SltcIZDkUvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/akIu2ndU1vI/s72-c/img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-2691755690110239866</id><published>2009-07-11T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:10:11.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, Kim...Really??</title><content type='html'>As you can tell, I'm totally getting Mother of the Year.  Kate loves snacking on Cheerios, so what do I decide to do?  Give her the whole box.  She loves to walk around with it while snacking and it looks so cute.  Well, didn't turn out so cute.    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SllQ1ZwX8UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/krKW2kgUK3Y/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357402110110986562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SllQ1ZwX8UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/krKW2kgUK3Y/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(And you should see our car.  Cereal EVERYWHERE.  She's a little obsessed with it and I totally understand.  I mean, I have it for at least 2 meals a day.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"  I ask myself that question multiple times a day.  I swear I give in to Kate way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, she loves Go-Gurt.  The other day she got into the fridge (yes, she can open the fridge.  and no, I'm not happy about it.) and brought out a Go-Gurt.  So I open it for her and she eats a little bit.  Well, then she gets another one and refuses to eat the one that it open and wants to eat the new one.  This went on for awhile, so now I have 4 opened Go-Gurts in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Kim...Really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I need to learn how to put my foot down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-2691755690110239866?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2691755690110239866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=2691755690110239866' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2691755690110239866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2691755690110239866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-kimreally.html' title='Really, Kim...Really??'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SllQ1ZwX8UI/AAAAAAAAAKI/krKW2kgUK3Y/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-2874737231516118172</id><published>2009-06-28T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:35:30.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; for Dustin's brother's wedding.  I finally got to go inside the temple and cannot believe how gorgeous it is!  The day after the wedding, we toured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; with Dustin's parents.  It was a blast, but definitely hot and humid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; C. Kimball's home and went on a tour with a guy(don't remember his name, so we'll call him Bob) on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Ballroom Dance team and his parents.  Dustin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;step mom&lt;/span&gt; asked Bob if he recognized Dustin from the Restoration, and he did.  Anyway, after the tour, Dustin and I stayed after because a sister missionary wanted a picture of me and Dustin (why me, I have no idea).  When we went outside, Bob was waiting for us and asked Dustin if he served in England.  New England, yes.  England, no.  I guess a couple days ago this kid on the Ballroom Dance Team was telling everyone that his companion was the guy who played Joseph Smith in the Restoration.  He had all these stories about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tracting&lt;/span&gt; and teaching with him.  But he served in England and Dustin had never heard his name before.  Funny huh?  Well, kind of.  I feel bad for the kid because now he's going to have to look at the picture of Bob and Dustin and admit that he made it up.  So beware, there may possibly be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impostor&lt;/span&gt; out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we have season passes to Seven Peaks, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt; a few miles from our apartment.  Kate loves the kiddie area and also enjoys splashing her mom in the face.  This picture is from the first day that we went.  She was so exhausted and took an awesome nap that day.  I should try to get over there everyday just for that perk alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfFETcOMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dayR6N2KSt8/s1600-h/Family+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352562329044924610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfFETcOMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dayR6N2KSt8/s400/Family+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was making bread and Dustin was kind enough to take Kate upstairs to play.  After hearing them laugh and jump around, they came down the stairs to get the tent.  Dustin wanted to set it up in Kate's room.  As you can see, Kate was a big help :)She loved standing on the tent playing with cups while Dustin worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfE5bErHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uPZsAS19izo/s1600-h/Family+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352562326124145778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfE5bErHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uPZsAS19izo/s400/Family+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this.  Dustin looks so excited.  He said he set it up for Kate, but I have my doubts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfEcJiYkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q87o_BGFjj8/s1600-h/Family+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352562318265967170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfEcJiYkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q87o_BGFjj8/s400/Family+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love summer!  Oh, and the Rogers Family Reunion is coming up!!  Can't wait to see you guys!&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/5279651638613157857-2874737231516118172?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2874737231516118172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=2874737231516118172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2874737231516118172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2874737231516118172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SkgfFETcOMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dayR6N2KSt8/s72-c/Family+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-7496194913902199221</id><published>2009-05-25T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:13:08.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>After Kate and I went grocery shopping this morning (which was quite an adventure as she was hitting me and screaming the whole time), we got together with some other moms and their kids in our complex to paint little wooden cut-outs.  Kate and I decided on a pink pig :)  And definitely going for the WT look.  Just in case she got paint on her clothes.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJ9EZJfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uWKRgaWqyjw/s1600-h/Family+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339977402910582258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJ9EZJfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uWKRgaWqyjw/s400/Family+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes, she sure is scowling in the picture.  She's got spunk.  That's all I'll say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is on our patio.  She found a rolly polly bug and she's holding him in this picture.  Awww...she's being so nice.  Oh wait, nevermind, she just threw him down the steps.  Hope he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJWgbQlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IgYT-7WYjUs/s1600-h/Family+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339977392559178322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJWgbQlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IgYT-7WYjUs/s400/Family+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to make a cake today and decorate it in honor of memorial day.  Yep, looks pretty bad.  Probably would have looked better if Kate had been napping at that time.  Seriously, I used strawberries from a container instead of cutting them up myself.  I'll do it better next time.  But hey, it's the thought that counts right?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJOf_SiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VGKtJq5dwFg/s1600-h/Family+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339977390409861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJOf_SiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VGKtJq5dwFg/s400/Family+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-7496194913902199221?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7496194913902199221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=7496194913902199221' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7496194913902199221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7496194913902199221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/ShtpJ9EZJfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uWKRgaWqyjw/s72-c/Family+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-7379434378072822843</id><published>2009-05-12T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:45:49.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Face</title><content type='html'>My poor baby.  This Sunday was a pretty rough day for her, as you can tell by the scrapes on her forehead and nose.  She had a mishap at grandma's and now it looks like we beat her.    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3NHfOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Al_PRTyVj7w/s1600-h/Family+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334996669573251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3NHfOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Al_PRTyVj7w/s320/Family+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate was having fun this morning squishing her face on the door of our entertainment center.  He he.  Oh man, I seriously can't stop laughing when I look at these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3M2Y7dyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2pHC2-sTJw4/s1600-h/Family+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334996664983451426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3M2Y7dyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2pHC2-sTJw4/s320/Family+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beauty!!  I'm thinking about entering this into a cutest baby contest.  Think she has a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3MoLYivI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D3bgj9aMM4k/s1600-h/Family+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334996661168540402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3MoLYivI/AAAAAAAAAI0/D3bgj9aMM4k/s320/Family+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-7379434378072822843?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7379434378072822843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=7379434378072822843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7379434378072822843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7379434378072822843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-face.html' title='Funny Face'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sgm3NHfOQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Al_PRTyVj7w/s72-c/Family+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-2377878062344797696</id><published>2009-05-09T19:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:11:59.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Trip.  WARNING: Lots of pictures!!</title><content type='html'>Before I post the pics of the Vegas trip, I totally forgot to post pictures of Easter!  I didn't get a pic of Kate in her actual Easter dress, but this is dress is an Easter present from Grandma Muranaka.  How cute is that!  I really wish I could pull of clothes like Kate.  She's my idol :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzmN89ijI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cU2r19OdnCo/s1600-h/Family+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007540340329010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzmN89ijI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cU2r19OdnCo/s320/Family+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this picture is from Easter morning.  You can see in a movie in the basket.  "One Man's Treasure."  Dustin acted in this last summer, so I surprised him with a copy.  Too bad he didn't notice it for forever!  I had to show it to him.  Kinda ruins the excitement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTm9B63I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5abMn312AdA/s1600-h/Family+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007220633987954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTm9B63I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5abMn312AdA/s320/Family+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at Grandma's.  Doesn't my mom look good??  She's had people come up to her thinking she's Diane Keaton.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTTREZPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7qhHkOtiu7k/s1600-h/Family+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007215349327090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTTREZPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/7qhHkOtiu7k/s320/Family+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my baby girl.  Can you see how tan she's getting?  Got that from me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTEMzPDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lU2y0iD0X78/s1600-h/Family+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007211304893490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzTEMzPDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lU2y0iD0X78/s320/Family+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to put this one in.  I LOVE MY LITTLE KATERS!!  Funny story: The other day we were at the park and there was a little boy, Robbie, at the park.  He's a couple months older than Kate, so they played together.  I'm talking to his mom, when I glance over at the two and they're kissing each other on the lips.  Over and over again.  Oh boy.  Then they go sit down and Kate starts feeding Robbie little pieces of bark.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's only 1.  What in the world is she going to be like when she gets older?  Help me!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzS8v9CfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fPVa0v3qV6E/s1600-h/Family+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007209304852978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzS8v9CfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fPVa0v3qV6E/s320/Family+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my sister, Melanie and little Andy.  Isn't he cute?  He had a little mullet but Mel cut it off.  Not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzSgOeNwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cX19xH6zpK4/s1600-h/Family+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334007201648228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzSgOeNwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cX19xH6zpK4/s320/Family+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Kate smothering Andy.  She kept kissing him on the face.  Noticing a trend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6v4smeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RvasTE1UHbw/s1600-h/Family+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004594511747554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6v4smeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RvasTE1UHbw/s320/Family+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and just seven of the fifteen grandkids.  Such a cute picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6bFClvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bXhXxUpfUwc/s1600-h/Family+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004588926375666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6bFClvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bXhXxUpfUwc/s320/Family+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate using a fork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6LMukSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zWNAuich1CY/s1600-h/Family+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004584663650594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw6LMukSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zWNAuich1CY/s320/Family+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Andy's toy.  Hey Kate?  I don't think you fit in there.  Just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw57VJ48I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OarT50vA6eM/s1600-h/Family+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004580404028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw57VJ48I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OarT50vA6eM/s320/Family+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Andy's (the big one) dog, Vader.  Kate was terrified of Vader when we got to Mel's house in Cedar, but toally warmed up to him the next day.  They played fetch together and Vader kept following her around.  Maybe we'll get a dog someday.  Maybe...if you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw5a6yK4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ttx-uSjjIpg/s1600-h/Family+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334004571703487362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYw5a6yK4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ttx-uSjjIpg/s320/Family+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Lots of pictures.  Oh, and I finally put some curtains up.  Even did some sewing.  I can be domesticated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-2377878062344797696?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2377878062344797696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=2377878062344797696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2377878062344797696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2377878062344797696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-trip-warning-lots-of-pictures.html' title='Vegas Trip.  WARNING: Lots of pictures!!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SgYzmN89ijI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cU2r19OdnCo/s72-c/Family+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-4430963076559834278</id><published>2009-04-11T21:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:32:27.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love our little baby Kate! It seems that just recently she discovered she has super powers. Everyday, she brings a bib to me and won't be happy until I've put it on her. The first time she had me do this, she switched it to the back all on her own. She always has to have her "cape" on.  Sweetie pie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636768727060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFbb3EvTvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o9d1ImHjd6g/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636763535966594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFbbjvFgYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Kh2kAX6U144/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if you've seen this commercial, but it's a mom with her two girls making Rice Krispie Treats shaped like eggs and dipping them in chocolate and sprinkles.  I thought it was so cute and told Roxy about it.  She and her girls came over today to make them with me and Kate.  We had a blast and I wanted to take some pics, but the batteries are running low, so they're a little blurry.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture of the gorgeous Kyrie.  She's three and such a hoot.  Here she is enjoying the melted chocolate.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323638176097984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFctx8HXmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RTI7CE4KVSI/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are just a few of the eggs, and also some strawberries.  Luckily I got some at the store today, so we got some great dippage out of them.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323638186677060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFcuZWXQrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d3KYmGPhuqo/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little Jaycee, just under a year, was a little too young to join us, but she had the job of snacking on the sprinkles.  Little sweetheart was so good and didn't fuss once.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323638182875335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFcuLL9iuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hDxZ3b0p_BE/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took some pictures of Kate and Roxy, but the pictures were so blurry!!  I know you're sad Roxy, but I'm sure I'll get one of you sometime on here.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning we took Kate to an Easter Egg Hunt in our complex.  I'm waiting for some pictures, but I'll post them when I get them.  Kate had no idea what was going on, but she actually found the "golden egg."  It was the special egg and had a dollar inside.  We felt somewhat bad because we arrived when everyone was finishing up and that was the first one we found.  Sweet.  Good times.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter is so much fun now that Kate is here.  I'll post some pics tomorrow of Kate in her dress and her little basket.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before I forget, Dustin was just promoted to Assistant Manager at Missionary Mall!!!  Good Job Dust!  Also, he won the sales per hour competition for March and won $200.  He's so awesome.  I love my Dust.  He's an amazing husband and father and I don't know what we'd do without him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-4430963076559834278?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4430963076559834278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=4430963076559834278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4430963076559834278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4430963076559834278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-superhero.html' title='A New Superhero'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SeFbb3EvTvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o9d1ImHjd6g/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-1364755431074340502</id><published>2009-03-14T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:38:03.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Coming!</title><content type='html'>We have been having FANTASTIC weather lately and so we've pretty much been living outside. &lt;br /&gt;Now that Kate can walk, we love going to the park.  Dustin and I will throw a frisbee around and Kate wanders between us.  It's awesome.  I actually think I got a little sunburnt today from being outside so much.  Ok, it's probably in my mind, but that would be sweet.  Today Kate and I were walking around the complex and first she found some dog poop to step in.  And if that wasn't enough, she kept finding patches of dirty snow and eating it.  Yuck.  Such a curious little goosie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and I had our 2 year anniversary on Tuesday!   We weren't able to go out that day, but we went on a date Wednesday.  And this is all thanks to Roxy!  If you're reading this Roxy, you're the best!  We left during the day at 1 and weren't allowed to come back until 5.  Apparently Roxy would refuse to open the door if we came back any earlier.  We went to Macaroni Grill (one of our favorites), went to the park, and enjoyed the Museum of Art at BYU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of Kate.  She's growing up so fast and doing new things every day!  This post is getting too long, so I'll talk about it another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, here's the diaper on the head.  We usually stack 'em up so that there are five or six on her head.  And don't worry, the diaper is clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi7ClTlnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ANSGOcDsW6s/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230426835490418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi7ClTlnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ANSGOcDsW6s/s320/Family+Pictures+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate and I decided to have a dance party one day.  She loves "Human" by The Killers.  Here's Kate being a goof and giving a cheezer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6zglNJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-OBuDl-yylI/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230422789141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6zglNJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-OBuDl-yylI/s320/Family+Pictures+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also during our dance party, she decided to get her baby doll and twirl around with her.  She loves this baby so much.  She'll give her kisses and pat her on the back.  So cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6kxrp0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/eHrCAd1E2Vk/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230418834335554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6kxrp0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/eHrCAd1E2Vk/s320/Family+Pictures+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new thing is to eat apples.  I'll take a bite out of one and then she'll take care of the rest.  I bought some Pink Lady apples that are so delicious.  The best part about them is that they don't turn brown.  This apple she's eating lasted about half a day.  Sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6Xq7xlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/13PR8awMTpI/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230415316371026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi6Xq7xlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/13PR8awMTpI/s320/Family+Pictures+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was washing the dishes and Kate was having a fit.  I was almost done, so I let her play in the fridge (bad, I know, but it looks really cute).  When I turned around, she had taken the tortillas out of the bag and they were all over the kitchen.  But, at least she was eating one.  I don't know why I let her do these things, but seriously, I just love watching her expore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi5yFWznI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WgTgScFpJI4/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313230405226647154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi5yFWznI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WgTgScFpJI4/s320/Family+Pictures+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are loving life here in Provo.  We are making friends and having so much fun as a family.  Wow, I can't believe how much I love Dustin and Kate!!  Life is great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-1364755431074340502?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1364755431074340502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=1364755431074340502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1364755431074340502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1364755431074340502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-coming.html' title='Spring is Coming!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/Sbxi7ClTlnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ANSGOcDsW6s/s72-c/Family+Pictures+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-2702314942876374616</id><published>2009-02-05T19:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:06:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...Chocolate</title><content type='html'>This is a post that I started awhile ago and never finished.  Ahhh!!!  I'm such a nerd!  Oh well, better late than never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going really well for our little family. It seems like things are getting crazier the older Kate gets. Like for instance, yesterday morning. I was blow drying my hair in the bathroom right next to the living room. Kate was in there and I would check on her often. However, I don't think I did it often enough. When I came into the room, she had chocolate on her face. I was so confused and then remembered that Dustin came home with a little Valentine's Day box with chocolates. She had opened the box and unwrapped a chocolate! I couldn't stop laughing and did what any mom would do. Get the camera. So here she is. It wasn't too bad of a mess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306440979197449378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRD9LKj1KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1G99fHKMwuI/s320/Family+Pictures+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306440478864082226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRDgDRyhTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UYa3kWH2Wqw/s320/Family+Pictures+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dustin found out what she had done, he decided it would be funny to give her the rest of her chocolate. What a mess! I was impressed that although her face and hand were covered, she didn't even touch her clothes.  That's my girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439230190145570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRCXXmuUCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9M2fmTZXniU/s320/Family+Pictures+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I went to the Draper Temple Open House Monday morning. It was so beautiful inside! We'll have to go again with Dustin. Here's my mom and Kate. It's kinda small, but she wanted the painting in it. This was in the church building next to the temple where they had music, paintings, and yummy cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439226063492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRCXIO2lLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/q6MyCHR17po/s320/Family+Pictures+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Baby Girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439225885384498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRCXHkY3zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7eok4q4hUwQ/s320/Family+Pictures+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And yes, she does have a skirt on.  It's just hiked up a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Kate playing with one of her birthday presents. Brittany sent it to Kate in the mail. It's so cute! It has some vinyl birds, 1's, and says Happy Birthday Kate.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439221385393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRCW2zgc-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nRI3VokS7vA/s320/Family+Pictures+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was scared of it at first, but loves it now. Although I think Dustin enjoys it quite a bit too!   usually have to tell him not to kick it around stuff.  He broke something the other day, so he better shape up!! :)  I love my Dust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439217770317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRCWpVmxdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kd-Nhf6ZKec/s320/Family+Pictures+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, Kate an appointment with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ophthalmologist&lt;/span&gt;. She has a clogged tear duct and has to go to surgery on Feb 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a little scared for her, but it's supposed to be a really simple procedure. They'll put her out with some gas and then clean out the duct. I was happy to hear that they'll get me so I'll be in the room when she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the fact we're going to Baltimore, Maryland for the summer, things are pretty normal around here. Oh, and Dustin got top sales for January. That's 2 in a row!! He's so awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-2702314942876374616?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2702314942876374616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=2702314942876374616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2702314942876374616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2702314942876374616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmmchocolate.html' title='Mmmm...Chocolate'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SaRD9LKj1KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1G99fHKMwuI/s72-c/Family+Pictures+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-8548592558005065771</id><published>2009-01-26T18:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:51:07.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>"But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom"&lt;br /&gt;                   -Taming of the Shrew Act II, Scene I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796843523014994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5zK7zTAVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pjGRycaCDpc/s320/Family+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794516226955842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5xDd8rWkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nQ7jBTi7LSU/s320/Family+Pictures+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Kate turns 1 on Thursday. Seriously?? Our little baby is 1??!! Sometimes I have a hard time believing I'm a mom (shouldn't I still be in high school?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, yesterday we celebrated Kate's birthday with Dustin's family over at Grandma and Grandpa Muranaka. We did it a little early because Grandpa Muranaka is going to Germany on Friday and we wanted him to be there.  We love seeing him with Kate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the party, Kate took a few steps for everyone to see. She took her first step this past Friday and has been getting better and better everyday at walking. I'm confused as to how I should be feeling. Happy, Sad, Excited, Scared? Oh well. What can I do. It has arrived. The Total Kate Takeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. Back to the birthday party.  Kate had a good time opening her presents.  And yes, that is a Victoria's Secret bag.  Good times, Grandma.  Good times :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794508918821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5xDCuSFDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fd1npU7PHfE/s320/Family+Pictures+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Along with these presents she also got some books.  One book had a side panel where you push buttons and can listen to different sounds.  Yeah, she ripped it off within two minutes and then we had to glue it back on.  Good thing Grandma had a hot glue gun.    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794505900071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5xC3ejm0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/5BFERz0envs/s320/Family+Pictures+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate and Grandma.  Two beauties.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794496838251378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5xCVuDM3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/l8szNhYijS8/s320/Family+Pictures+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the birthday cake Dustin's mom made for everyone. Carrot Cake. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792615923381058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5vU2w_80I/AAAAAAAAAEY/NB9sMtEkYAg/s320/Family+Pictures+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is Kate her cake to destroy. I decided to make an appesauce cake since she loves applesauce. The cake actually stayed intact for awhile. She wasn't that interested in making a mess. She just wanted to eat the frosting and little bits of cake. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792607507967490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5vUXam7gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ol08akxZstI/s320/Family+Pictures+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is after Dustin helped her smash the cake a little. The she started to dig in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792608087008146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5vUZkqY5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/M7sbF8UsXuY/s320/Family+Pictures+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She had been putting her face in the cake, and soon was rubbing her nose to get the cake out! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792598896069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5vT3VXyrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-fh-aXQkROg/s320/Family+Pictures+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794489773977458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5xB7Zy73I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xJ3udGVzk-I/s320/Family+Pictures+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cake in the hair (surprisingly), but we still gave her a little bath in the kitchen sink because the rest of her body was covered! I wish I had a sink like this. Perfect size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295792589559475490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5vTUjWrSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mhHfG4UIfFo/s320/Family+Pictures+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Kate so much and can't believe how lucky we are to have her as our daughter.  We never thought we could laugh so hard and often as we do now that she's in our family.  Every day is a new experience and we look forward to the many more years we have with our angel.  Happy Birthday Kate!  Mommy and Daddy love you more than you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-8548592558005065771?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8548592558005065771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=8548592558005065771' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8548592558005065771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8548592558005065771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SX5zK7zTAVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pjGRycaCDpc/s72-c/Family+Pictures+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-7999508236892640744</id><published>2009-01-07T11:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:45:33.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddo Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dustin and I suscribe to the Parents magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288624600100560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SWT4Da9i3XI/AAAAAAAAADw/Jera1Lx-3Rw/s320/Parents+Mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night we were reading a section called Baby Bloopers. We found one that made us laugh so hard that I had to put it on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"At a gift shop, my 3-year-old daughter, Mia Rose, was mesmerized by a large jar of marbles. She reached in, grabbed a few, and said, 'Mommy, what beautiful choking hazards!'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle Verrilli; New Rochelle, New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that brought a smile to your face! Oh, and if you have a story you want to share about your child or a child you know, that would be awesome. I LOVE hearing these kinds of stories (like the King Herod story Ash). So PLEASE share!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-7999508236892640744?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7999508236892640744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=7999508236892640744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7999508236892640744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7999508236892640744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiddo-talk.html' title='Kiddo Talk'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SWT4Da9i3XI/AAAAAAAAADw/Jera1Lx-3Rw/s72-c/Parents+Mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-2897516085292100992</id><published>2009-01-01T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:12:11.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea for Family Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>Ashley put up a few of our family pictures, so you gotta check 'em out!!  &lt;a href="http://www.everydaylovephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.everydaylovephotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  She did an AMAZING job and are so grateful for her willingness to share her talent.  We love you Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/kimberlydharding/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kim-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/kimberlydharding/kim-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-2897516085292100992?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2897516085292100992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=2897516085292100992' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2897516085292100992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/2897516085292100992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/photobucket.html' title='Yea for Family Pictures!!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-8597941280300277852</id><published>2009-01-01T14:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:21:22.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's so crazy that it's already 2009! This time last year we were a month away from Kate coming and now she's almost a year old!! 2008 has been a wonderful time for our family. Having Kate in our family has been the most amazing gift.   We love you Katie Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about a word to focus on this year, and I've gone back and forth a lot. But I've finally settled on one: Believe.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things that I would love to do and even feel like I should do, but I get so scared because I don't believe in myself! Looking back on my life, I think I've missed out on a lot of things that could have brought so much joy and happiness, but I didn't think I could do it. I'm done being scared and letting negative thoughts control my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believing in myself means this to me:&lt;/p&gt;Believe in myself, believe in others, believe that Heavenly Father truly wants me to be happy. Believe that although life is hard, I can do hard things!  Who wants to look back on their life and regret not doing things they wanted to do, but didn't THINK they could do?  If our thoughts are powerful enough to keep us from doing things, then I truly believe that I can use my thoughts, prayer, and the help of my Savior to do things I never thought I could do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll move on before I bore you to death!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin's semester at UVU was AWESOME! He got a 4.0! He was so surprised when he saw his grades (although I wasn't; he works so hard!) and is determined to do well through the rest of college. That's the nice thing about starting college AFTER your mission. You don't have the pre-mission grades haunting your GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04Qlk30FI/AAAAAAAAADI/uOH84a9-C8c/s1600-h/IMGP0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443395218657362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04Qlk30FI/AAAAAAAAADI/uOH84a9-C8c/s320/IMGP0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Kate playing with some of her Christmas toys. This tugboat set was given to Kate from Grandma Rogers. She loves bath time because she can splash, yell, and play with toys! Thanks Grandma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04P9ea4_I/AAAAAAAAADA/ontNLmTfnPA/s1600-h/IMGP0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443384454177778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04P9ea4_I/AAAAAAAAADA/ontNLmTfnPA/s320/IMGP0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this toy is a little old for her, but she loves it! It's a keyboard that teaches kids how to play the piano. We'll save the lessons for later, but for now she really loves to bang on the keyboard! And the nice thing is that she knows how to turn it on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04POcANQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hAKAIqfRaUE/s1600-h/IMGP0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443371827574018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04POcANQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hAKAIqfRaUE/s320/IMGP0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate is just making us laugh everyday. We love to ask her where her nose is and see her point to it. Although sometimes she likes to put her finger UP her nose. Yuck! Her favorite song right now is the one about the Wise Man building his house upon the rock. She'll bang her fist on her palm whenever we sing it to her because that's what we do. So fun!! It's so cool that she interacts with us. Funny girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so fun and exciting!  We're so looking forward to 2009 and what it will bring our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-8597941280300277852?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8597941280300277852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=8597941280300277852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8597941280300277852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/8597941280300277852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SV04Qlk30FI/AAAAAAAAADI/uOH84a9-C8c/s72-c/IMGP0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-6745853633231236297</id><published>2008-12-26T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:47:43.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>We made it back home!  Although it was no fun to leave my family on Christmas Day, it's always nice to be back home.  Kate had a hard time sleeping at my parent's, but last night, being in her own room, she slept until 8 am!  FANTASTIC, seeing how she would wake up at about 2 while in Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, at the family party, Dustin had to lead the closing song, Silent Night.  When it was over, he was showing me how he was conducting and I cringed!  Ok, so I might be a little crazy about this, but you have to realize that I took a conducting class at BYU, and my teacher was EXTREMELY PICKY!!  So Dustin was waving his arm trying to look like he knows what he's doing and I can't help but laugh.  Well, the worst part is that SO many people came up to him and told him how great he did!  I couldn't believe that they were telling him how professional he looked.  "Wow, you really know what you're doing up there!"  Each time he'd look at me and give me a big smile.  We had a good laugh about it on the way home.  I need to clarify that I wasn't really upset, just so CONFUSED!  Dustin sure makes me laugh everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-6745853633231236297?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6745853633231236297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=6745853633231236297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/6745853633231236297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/6745853633231236297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-5572943384031871794</id><published>2008-12-23T20:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:37:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas!</title><content type='html'>Dustin, Kate, and I are here in Las Vegas and having an AWESOME time! It's so great to be with my family, but it feels like it's going by WAY too fast. We got here late Friday night and have been busy with family dinners, games, the water show at the Bellagio, and making gingerbread houses. Yesterday (Monday), Ashley (my sister-in-law), took pictures of our little family and they are BEAUTIFUL!! Once we get the CD, I'll be sure to upload some of our favorites. We went to the Las Vegas temple and found a perfect spot with a cute path and green grass complete with yellow leaves. SO HAPPY! Seriously, I usually don't feel too happy after getting my picture taken, but it was just perfect yesterday and can't wait to get some prints. Kate is having a BLAST with all of the toys at my mom's and playing with her cousin Jaxon. Tomorrow night is the Christmas Eve party with the Rogers Fam and I'm looking forward to seeing all my family. Tricia and I are in charge of the closing song (piano and violin) so crossing my fingers hoping it goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas time and am so happy to be with family!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-5572943384031871794?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5572943384031871794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=5572943384031871794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5572943384031871794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5572943384031871794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/vegas.html' title='Vegas!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-9027155313303154010</id><published>2008-12-15T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:21:57.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w448.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/kimberlydharding/1cb9f661.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/kimberlydharding/?action=view&amp;current=1cb9f661.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/5279651638613157857-9027155313303154010?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9027155313303154010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=9027155313303154010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9027155313303154010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/9027155313303154010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/kate.html' title='Kate!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-5414131342297522885</id><published>2008-12-12T13:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:18:51.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Amy?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know...I'm a total slacker! Amy pretty much told me this morning that she was sick of checking my blog and finding the same ol' junk on it. So Amy, Merry Christmas! I'm updating my blog for you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999032144393890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFpoCY9qI/AAAAAAAAACU/YV6HSL9v7Gg/s320/Family+(mainly+Kate)+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha! I totally love this picture. He cracks me up when he makes this face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Dustin was eating cornbread and he wanted me to take some pictures of him.  I mean, who doesn't want pictures while eating cornbread? He's such a goof! And yes, that is spray butter in the background.  We love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999020602112306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFo9CfuTI/AAAAAAAAACM/2n24XsCHw80/s320/Family+(mainly+Kate)+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate has now had a bottom tooth for about 3 weeks. How cool is that?! She doesn't like to open her mouth so we can see her tooth, so I wondered how I would get a good picture of it. Well, check out this little gem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999016195954930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFosn_GPI/AAAAAAAAACE/zFdih5TZzn4/s320/Family+(mainly+Kate)+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's so stinkin' cute! Ok, so the picture is a tad scary, but at least you can see her tooth. And believe it or not, this is pretty much how she smiles all the time now. Except she scrunches up her nose more. Random people love it when she gives them her "cheezer".  And on Wednesday she started waving at people.  She used to just stick up her arm, but she's actually getting a little movement now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from a while ago, but I had to show it off! Our homemade chicken pot pie (deep dish I might add), complete with an "H" for Harding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999010460976930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFoXQqRyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ol3yQ3NSOn0/s320/Family+(mainly+Kate)+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we're doing so well! Dustin is almost done with finals and has straight A's so far! He's such a great student. Our ward is awesome!!! Yesterday Kate and I went to a tea party to hang out with other moms and their babies. The girls are so friendly and fun. And on Tuesday I was able to play my violin for the RS Christmas dinner. I played a duet with a girl on her flute. I love the violin and am going to be teaching soon! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999001686143426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFn2kk8cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/f9zz6QBxXak/s320/Family+(mainly+Kate)+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-5414131342297522885?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5414131342297522885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=5414131342297522885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5414131342297522885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/5414131342297522885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-amy.html' title='Happy Amy?'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SULFpoCY9qI/AAAAAAAAACU/YV6HSL9v7Gg/s72-c/Family+(mainly+Kate)+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-4371157197743427149</id><published>2008-10-21T20:09:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:34:17.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good not to be homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6crnY0EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0W-VGVWYKI/s1600-h/056_56.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259813687936684098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6crnY0EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0W-VGVWYKI/s320/056_56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our apartment opened up! We'll move in the 29th of this month, with new carpet and painted walls. FANTASTIC!!! With a baby, new carpet is like a dream come true. If you plan on coming over, be prepared to take off your shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going so super well lately. There has been a lot going on, but I won't bore you with too much detail. I'll just share some of the highlights with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6bpfwvstI/AAAAAAAAABk/7ZSOI_C-Nfw/s1600-h/003_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812552018211538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6bpfwvstI/AAAAAAAAABk/7ZSOI_C-Nfw/s320/003_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811724659489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6a5VnDesI/AAAAAAAAABc/D5fv0WdSQSI/s320/062_62.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I just want to say that I love being a wife and mom! Sure it sounds a little cheesy, but it's so true! I've never done anything harder or more demanding, but on the flip side I've never experienced something so fulfilling and exciting. Dustin is still doing really well in school. I'm so proud of him for all of the responsibilities that he's taken on. He's a husband, dad, student, and employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate has been crawling like a maniac and loves to stand up. I'm sure she'll be taking steps soon. Scary! Also, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, she's been saying "mama." Sure she mostly says it when she's tired or hungry, but I'll take what I can get. Now we're working on "dada." Kate and I have also started swim lessons at the Provo Rec Center. Kate loves the water, but not when she has to go under. Poor baby. But she's having fun and starting to learn some good skills. The best thing about this is the time we get to spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810271198518290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6ZkvC9HBI/AAAAAAAAABU/BiuCyjy6HiU/s320/069_69.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Dustin and I spoke at a stake youth fireside. It was a little scary for me, but it went really well. It was great to be able to share my testimony. I spoke about the temple and Dustin spoke about his experiences. I never thought I would speak at a fireside, but I guess that happens when you marry Joseph Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm almost done. I swear! For book club this month we read &lt;em&gt;John Adams &lt;/em&gt;by David McCullough. It was long, but I am so glad that I read this book. It has made me become even more grateful for our Founding Fathers and everything that they sacrificed so that we could have the freedoms we enjoy today. I look forward to voting in this upcoming election so that my voice may be heard. I feel like it is my duty as an American citizen to support and uphold the Constitution in any way that I can. Dustin and I have decided to become more familiar with it. I love this country and pray that we will stay true to the principles it was founded upon! We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259809739382469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6ZFx4IMaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8sywRgKCCTQ/s320/011_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-4371157197743427149?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4371157197743427149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=4371157197743427149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4371157197743427149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4371157197743427149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-feels-good-not-to-be-homeless.html' title='It feels good not to be homeless'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SP6crnY0EEI/AAAAAAAAABs/V0W-VGVWYKI/s72-c/056_56.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-1092835798235844049</id><published>2008-10-08T15:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:05:27.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple more pictures I found on the computer.   We went camping this summer with Mel, Andy and Vader.  The one of Dustin is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0gKzNzKJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FO91cDC5Ji4/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891710130104466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0gKzNzKJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FO91cDC5Ji4/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891713973980066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0gLBiQC6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/PLoCyohOLec/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-1092835798235844049?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1092835798235844049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=1092835798235844049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1092835798235844049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/1092835798235844049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0gKzNzKJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FO91cDC5Ji4/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-4582097818211832668</id><published>2008-10-08T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:59:57.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Discovered!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0X-a1lmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hSv_DPeQ1pw/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882701334649010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0X-a1lmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hSv_DPeQ1pw/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone! I (Kim) just found a blog that Dustin created right after Kate was born. I've wanted to get into blogging, so here we go! That was easy enough. I'm not promising that this blog will be entertaining, but I'll try my best to keep people interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now living in Pleasant Grove, UT with Dustin's grandparents. We're on a waiting list for some apartments in Provo. No. 3 on the list isn't too bad, so hopefully we'll get to move in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin is going to school at Utah Valley University and also working part-time at Buckle, a retail store in Provo. Sometimes he works pretty late, but the 40% discount sure makes it easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and I are at home together. I feel like we're both learning so much from each other! She's crawling like crazy, has a tooth coming in, and is just such a joy. The pictures that I put up are from July. I still need to figure out how to upload recent pictures from our camera onto the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and hope you enjoy our blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254883513186559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0YtrOKpcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lGtBxINRfLc/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and her Grandpa Rex. Two peas in a pod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-4582097818211832668?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4582097818211832668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=4582097818211832668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4582097818211832668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4582097818211832668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-discovered.html' title='Blog Discovered!!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SO0X-a1lmLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hSv_DPeQ1pw/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-4068715153229682184</id><published>2008-02-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:14:31.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was 7 pounds and 15 ounces, and 20 inches long! she is so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-4068715153229682184?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4068715153229682184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=4068715153229682184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4068715153229682184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/4068715153229682184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-was-7-pounds-and-15-ounces-and-20.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279651638613157857.post-7393593983833322295</id><published>2008-02-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:53:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the 29th of january our little kate was born!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5279651638613157857-7393593983833322295?l=thehardingclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7393593983833322295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5279651638613157857&amp;postID=7393593983833322295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7393593983833322295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5279651638613157857/posts/default/7393593983833322295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehardingclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-29th-of-january-our-little-kate-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11041485478341717421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_viThKsZw3Hg/SoOS0_1qpOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/__28d2LZXCA/S220/Family+032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
