tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9612632532706748512009-05-12T09:46:17.643-07:00The Monkey TimesThe Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-73412063865052460892009-05-12T09:18:00.000-07:002009-05-12T09:46:17.653-07:00Happy Monday<div><div><div><div><div>Most people think that Mondays are bad...sometimes they are. Yesterday was a good Monday for me. That doesn't mean that things went perfectly, it just means that some good things happened and far outweigh the bad things.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>For starters! Dillan was so dang cute in the tub. He is cute a lot, but I had to catch the phrase of the week on video. He thinks it is very funny that Grandma wears a shower cap and that once in a while when I don't want to dry my hair that I put one on too. He puts mine on and giggles.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976805979027490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgmlI51T-CI/AAAAAAAAA00/705SulytPdM/s320/0509090938a.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e53c1ddb57cb56f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpO0MRgWSl8PSCEWDSMyuJxHLgSVXLmCs00NS1Xt8hcYic1KS9cOff1MCoHcLBqTKYSzG6_MPhCUnxTkkFUY5S9Wq6R262ZdXY_u76sV7o-mVnUpJ9ljJg26Lce7wEZTYNMgTQJlscq_VJE07ReNs1mkuVgOsFDW7f7plfXGOAX7YiLa9sZaoycw_NGnXGrdkGpm244YeKkzT5aXZW7e7mv%26sigh%3D19SwgheRDnuP74fZSPpJiOWhGms%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De53c1ddb57cb56f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DA09pJw4QVFQ3XMnSsCU-GZeeRSY&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpO0MRgWSl8PSCEWDSMyuJxHLgSVXLmCs00NS1Xt8hcYic1KS9cOff1MCoHcLBqTKYSzG6_MPhCUnxTkkFUY5S9Wq6R262ZdXY_u76sV7o-mVnUpJ9ljJg26Lce7wEZTYNMgTQJlscq_VJE07ReNs1mkuVgOsFDW7f7plfXGOAX7YiLa9sZaoycw_NGnXGrdkGpm244YeKkzT5aXZW7e7mv%26sigh%3D19SwgheRDnuP74fZSPpJiOWhGms%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De53c1ddb57cb56f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DA09pJw4QVFQ3XMnSsCU-GZeeRSY&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div>Secondly...wait for it...wait for it... I found my wedding ring!!! YEAH!!! Dillan had taken it off my nightstand over a month ago and I found all of the small bands, but couldn't find the diamond. With some encouragement, and a spare purchased by my mother, I stopped the frantic week long search and figured it would turn up when we moved out. I knew it was in the house somewhere. But, Dillan took the replacement off my nightstand yesterday and again I only found all the small bands. </div><div></div><br /><div>"Where are Mommy's rings Dill?"<br /></div><div>"I don't know!" is all he could respond with.</div><div></div><br /><div>Lesson learned, twice, that if I take them off at night to put them on the dresser and not the nightstand. I was searching for the replacement and came across the original ring tucked between the mattress, the bed rail, and the slats of the bed base. I did find the replacement in the toys later in the day as well.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977152607525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgmldFH_G0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/3mjUaLYJjX4/s320/0511091017a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I don't know what I would have done if it didn't show up. The ring means too much to me to have given up hope of finding it. The ring was my grandmother's and they don't cut diamonds like it anymore. There was no way to replace the ring itself or the memories that it holds for me. Engraved by my grandfather for his dear wife and then passed on to me...I love you Grandma and Grandpa.</div><div></div><br /><div>Lastly! Dillan discovered a new love. Not recently discovered, but discovered again I should say. He really enjoys bubbles, but what little kid doesn't right? I found this simple bubble kit at walmart that has bubble blowers that he actually can use. The wands are just not for a 2 year old. But he knows how to blow a whistle so giving him something to put in his mouth was the best option. We have already been through 6 oz of bubble solution. Who knows what we will use today, he has already begged to go outside to do bubbles at 9am.</div><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d104b47e9bce9e48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCC5xq-p_ervwASRbiSbVLSMTChUczZuvMJM_N2xlCsIzHA8pLDkc7nrltgd_V1x6cSyaxnBm0iaD1TsjlgrBcMYGdlyaGEZatFys_ygeqNwD4ZNfyiOgc_goNH14Lh17z5hT5VSuepX5bsjhmZW6qIacPCZ2Lt5ReVDRwKO2hOApCaebaOlmfcuiamzA4fCNYIHQPeKrbzT9Cb7Z_J9gFZ%26sigh%3DyDPLZuqcKHfxqG4vhL_pO7fF-ic%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd104b47e9bce9e48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DARFSH83TNDAcHQGXxDUd9fOst-U&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCC5xq-p_ervwASRbiSbVLSMTChUczZuvMJM_N2xlCsIzHA8pLDkc7nrltgd_V1x6cSyaxnBm0iaD1TsjlgrBcMYGdlyaGEZatFys_ygeqNwD4ZNfyiOgc_goNH14Lh17z5hT5VSuepX5bsjhmZW6qIacPCZ2Lt5ReVDRwKO2hOApCaebaOlmfcuiamzA4fCNYIHQPeKrbzT9Cb7Z_J9gFZ%26sigh%3DyDPLZuqcKHfxqG4vhL_pO7fF-ic%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd104b47e9bce9e48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DARFSH83TNDAcHQGXxDUd9fOst-U&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976808898117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgmlJEtRvlI/AAAAAAAAA1E/aXbJHMX6CfY/s320/0511091158a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976813799241714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgmlJW9y9_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/IN7e9bQWG3U/s320/0511091201.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976817458886466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgmlJkmUt0I/AAAAAAAAA1U/hMOL653BHWk/s320/0511091201b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Jeremy has new buyer trainings this week, so we won't see much of him. But even though I had to do the Monday by myself it really wasn't bad.</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-7341206386505246089?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-21076867801799986802009-05-08T20:52:00.001-07:002009-05-08T21:07:19.856-07:00TGIF!Most people who know us well know that we go out on Friday nights, thanks to Mom and Dad Haddock that come up to stay with Grandma and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dillan</span> for the evening for us. We definitely appreciate the hour drive that they make (one way) to help us out.<br /><br /><br />This Friday we didn't have any plans, but things kind of went along spur of the moment which is fun sometimes. We called a friend, Brandon, and met him at a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chilean</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">restaurant</span> called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Poh</span>! It was pretty good. Jeremy and I were both stuffed to the max walking out.<br /><br />Jeremy's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sandwich</span> was HUGE! It was bigger than the palm of my hand spread out (and I have large hands for a girl). I put his fork over the top of it and the diameter was bigger than the length of a dinner fork! I got the "small" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sandwich</span> and only ate half of it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669722625937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAWo5gDrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/B04st7fCfxQ/s320/jeremy+sandwhich.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669601213557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAPkmiK7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PUNFXaWWSiw/s320/0508091904.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dillan</span> stayed at home with Grandma Great, Grandma, and Grandpa. They stayed out back and planted lots of flowers for Mother's Day. Grandma Alta enjoyed being outside and seeing all the colors and of course <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Dillan</span> thinks being outside is a blast. He played with the sidewalk crayons again. Even Grandma Alta thought that was great and made us take pictures of our drawings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669592637988418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAPEp9XkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q98DyCHq27Y/s320/0508091818.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669593955837378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAPJkKJcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/1onCGWBzs2Y/s320/0508091818+(2).jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669596961976418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAPUw4MGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/TZUAZtXS7wA/s320/0508091820.jpg" border="0" /><br />Then when we got home, about 8:30, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dillan</span> came upstairs and grabbed his blanket out of the crib and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">layed</span> down on the couch and asked for Blues Clues. I love the fact that he tells me when he is tired now. He is pretty consistent on times too. Routine, routine, routine is all I can say.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333669607179098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgUAP601G1I/AAAAAAAAA0E/db9qzQG6QIw/s320/0508092101.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-2107686780179998680?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-46499271045597220722009-05-06T15:30:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:41:05.199-07:00Sidewalk Crayons!<div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQJnkA1kI/AAAAAAAAAys/wvIDtp7QQkw/s1600-h/0505091258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842666184988226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQJnkA1kI/AAAAAAAAAys/wvIDtp7QQkw/s320/0505091258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You can probably guess what he means by the pictures. We have had fun the last couple of days drawing on the sidewalk out back. And then the rain washes parts of it away and we play again.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842672335708546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQJ-edYYI/AAAAAAAAAy0/7bztO8r1hUg/s320/0505091258a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842673454373394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQKCpK2hI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1V7xTLkhoIU/s320/0505091259.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842679412973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQKY1z4DI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rCINbXSzmlY/s320/0505091259a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842688712160530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIQK7e6NRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/M11x4J1kVLY/s320/0505091300.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844114600000642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIRd7VD_II/AAAAAAAAAzU/v3kWZ8j7HSk/s320/0505091301.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844116998545954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIReEQ64iI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UsFCGuVPyVE/s320/0505091301a.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-4649927104559722072?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-34483771401024990372009-05-06T15:02:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:29:26.557-07:00Randomness<div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I thought I would post some random pictures that we have taken over the last couple weeks. Enjoy!<br /></div><div>Dillan likes to play with blocks. He is a pretty good stacker and then of course loves to knock them down and start again.</div><div> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839771337726354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgINhHapGZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uueIC_WMZqY/s320/0415091418a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Jeremy took Dillan to Animal Days at the Heritage Farm. It was cancelled due to rain that saturday, but they stayed and walked around anyway and saw a few animals. </div><div> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839776391491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgINhaPjcMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/tjNuedhfiTA/s320/0425091359.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839780284170402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgINhovpAKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XWGd6cXPwYI/s320/0425091401.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839780002899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgINhnslJ-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/bDe5ycPHDRk/s320/0425091404a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I think one of Dill's favorite foods has become ice cream. He says, "Ice cream cone momma, tonight!" He loves it. Sometimes it is messier than others, but it always tastes good. Ohh, yummy, cookie fudge!<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332839782339112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgINhwZk7wI/AAAAAAAAAyM/KemwqaBg_MU/s320/0501092011a.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Jeremy took Dillan on a bike ride the other night. I though they were going to "see the temple" because that is what Dill requested. Then I got a picture message with this... </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332840368922893634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIOD5mDHUI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kSSVjYw5jX8/s320/0504091937.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332840363196681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIODkQ0DlI/AAAAAAAAAyU/tLS-o3u0Cgo/s320/0504091936.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>I guess they made it up to campus and then when Jeremy asked him if he was ready to go home Dillan responded with, "No! See the temple!" So they had to make a trip by there on the way home.</div><div> </div><div>Jeremy mowed the lawn on Monday and while he was edging it, Dillan came in the house with this pretty flower for me. It was so dang cute because he held it up, with both hands, to me while I was washing dishes and said, "Flower Momma!" with the biggest smile on his face. He was so proud. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332840372153514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SgIOEFoSehI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gbb4ve0yN3U/s320/0504091925.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-3448377140102499037?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-68785248811192670022009-05-01T08:48:00.000-07:002009-05-01T08:53:33.818-07:00Soccer BallI finally was able to get the soccer video up and going. I don't know what the issue was. This is actually a new video I had to redo. Anyway, enjoy the skills of Mr Dillan. He is really funny when he rears up to give it a good kick. It is like a golf swing with his leg...all the way back and then swoosh!<br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d69b877e7913f0f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4TOEfLEyof4MwrT3m3d-Vzfb0t2xkqBDWLWZebZZ-0n-G7fWq5XW7hIudQuFPXfU_9IdP9mkPw0eP9cqIxmGM0pF1bVIpV5QLNJGLKlUwK8kt5Urp_3-iO-Zf6x8SMpXjDZr2eoJCbenSxkCfLxooO8hnGIEDBtl-VifxwBnXPbvpOzM8XRUocgoej-pgNK-zVErSsY4obpVkzePcLWz_ar%26sigh%3DZWy-cjS0-HfGeTMKVfkthQUdNwY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d69b877e7913f0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D4yuFJWr_1r7YB1GTdwSRWKcW8Tc&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4TOEfLEyof4MwrT3m3d-Vzfb0t2xkqBDWLWZebZZ-0n-G7fWq5XW7hIudQuFPXfU_9IdP9mkPw0eP9cqIxmGM0pF1bVIpV5QLNJGLKlUwK8kt5Urp_3-iO-Zf6x8SMpXjDZr2eoJCbenSxkCfLxooO8hnGIEDBtl-VifxwBnXPbvpOzM8XRUocgoej-pgNK-zVErSsY4obpVkzePcLWz_ar%26sigh%3DZWy-cjS0-HfGeTMKVfkthQUdNwY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d69b877e7913f0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D4yuFJWr_1r7YB1GTdwSRWKcW8Tc&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-6878524881119267002?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-21545928832341911502009-04-29T13:44:00.000-07:002009-04-29T14:18:54.716-07:00Adventures of Dillan<div align="left">Monday we had such a long day. Without telling the whole story about the police showing up, it was still busy. I mowed the lawn for the first time of the year. It was so long since we had recieved so much rain lately. Jeremy tilled the garden (which is way too big) for about 2 hours.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221503246157506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjAN2sixsI/AAAAAAAAAw0/LlKkaflwkZ8/s320/0427091806.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221509372859186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjAONhQ0zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/LoQn3SMsLE4/s320/0427091809.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Dillan loved being outside with us all evening. He was running around like crazy with freedom. A dog wandered into the yard while Jeremy was tilling and Dillan thought that was excellent! He wandered around after this dog for a long time...until the dog finally went home I assume. At least that is what I told Dillan. For days now, all I hear is "puppy home." Anywhere the dog ran, Dillan ran too. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221513762975858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjAOd38sHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7SXkS4x5ukE/s320/0427091944.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f2134ce955c8a44" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2tOcxW-WfLkwsOd4GZocR8UVYvLmCF-ytmx06VtkRIUoFsenznwSLYdubpt-HbS0nvGA0O2ywRAeoX7A2Ak6vzW3hHlZFfDzNvd0C0XDby20_tDcMgetj1caEoHSGBaKiQXrPwAXcBI2wLXHDOnjy1dd7ORS_RImNGIRZmEMGaW8jqJfV4f-ztF-muD9LzFT92FLJ4FponqYi4rIwBwCtt%26sigh%3DMcrDkNdOP9Q6jdnVNE25erKZF8Q%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f2134ce955c8a44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHbyuCbXopAtQ7VjdzgbuIJX_LeU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2tOcxW-WfLkwsOd4GZocR8UVYvLmCF-ytmx06VtkRIUoFsenznwSLYdubpt-HbS0nvGA0O2ywRAeoX7A2Ak6vzW3hHlZFfDzNvd0C0XDby20_tDcMgetj1caEoHSGBaKiQXrPwAXcBI2wLXHDOnjy1dd7ORS_RImNGIRZmEMGaW8jqJfV4f-ztF-muD9LzFT92FLJ4FponqYi4rIwBwCtt%26sigh%3DMcrDkNdOP9Q6jdnVNE25erKZF8Q%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f2134ce955c8a44%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DHbyuCbXopAtQ7VjdzgbuIJX_LeU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div>Then Wednesday is the day that I get 2 hours away from the house with Dillan. I asked him where he wanted to go. His response, "See the Temple." He really likes driving by it. Sometimes I go out of my way just to pass by when he is with me because I like his excitement for it. So when he requested to go see the temple, how could I tell him no?? It is our time together and I want to spend it how he wants...as long as I don't have critical things to do, which isn't very often. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221518462347922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjAOvYXapI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OQfqI-BF6NQ/s320/0429091003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>So we drove to the temple. It is really pretty right now because the gardeners have all the spring flowers coming up and blooming. The fountains were on for the first time that we have noticed this year. Dillan liked to see the water and the bubbles from the jets of water. He adored the tulips. I can't wait until we move back into the little house across the street so that he can see that every day. I really do miss that. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221521965265378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjAO8bhseI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HFsT-18mRYs/s320/0429091008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Then I asked him what he wanted to do next. He said, "Daddy work!" So we headed out to Harris Research to see Daddy for a treat. Thanks for the skittles and M&amp;Ms Michael. They were a big hit with Dill.<br /></div><br /><div>After that I asked, "where to now Dillan?" His response this time, "Park!" We got back in the car and drove to a small park on 2nd N out on the West side of town. Eliason Park is the name. It is small, but the playground is good for Dillan and there is never anyone else there. So Dillan has free reign. I am impressed with his climbing skills. He gets up things that shock me sometimes. He was even impressed with himself as heard by the "I did it!" once he reaches the top. </div><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a07f87b2d08ea435" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUhDUznegR06QDgXFE0W61UjgEOti8Wh8dxhA1MJiuAMUmhz7d8DUZu9TukFwZBRyitmrKNYqUnrpIkmN7w6zS9jKvnx78v9ODKIapf8nm0rrxHv0yvqzp0l_d4DnAzb7Rloark3U1qXQh5ZkBc7VqBqYIsfRbetDIBn4ArWMgF8STLBlS7BHGeRFM4-7SN9stjenWKHmqjkzn-GwdZUaHe%26sigh%3DNjoK79dPudwDjs3HgegMeqlr5XE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da07f87b2d08ea435%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dsj9plmoSQC4mtDbbEJ8ab3HA_Nk&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUhDUznegR06QDgXFE0W61UjgEOti8Wh8dxhA1MJiuAMUmhz7d8DUZu9TukFwZBRyitmrKNYqUnrpIkmN7w6zS9jKvnx78v9ODKIapf8nm0rrxHv0yvqzp0l_d4DnAzb7Rloark3U1qXQh5ZkBc7VqBqYIsfRbetDIBn4ArWMgF8STLBlS7BHGeRFM4-7SN9stjenWKHmqjkzn-GwdZUaHe%26sigh%3DNjoK79dPudwDjs3HgegMeqlr5XE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da07f87b2d08ea435%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dsj9plmoSQC4mtDbbEJ8ab3HA_Nk&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330222693751416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjBTJrHZ0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WTuQoC4SkOk/s320/0429091108.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330222689900317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfjBS7U8SnI/AAAAAAAAAxc/HG5ydTaZUSM/s320/0429091047.jpg" border="0" /> <div> </div><div>Once we left the park and asked him what he wanted to do now. "Chicken and fies Momma." I guess he was hungry. It was 11:30 by this point so we headed to get some lunch and then went home. I really love that he is able to tell me what he wants and that he never asks for anything outrageous (yet). I definitely spoil him on Wednesdays, but that is his day out of the house with me so I don't feel bad about it at all. How could I feel bad about a 2 year old that only wants to see the temple, see daddy, go to the park, and then have lunch?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-2154592883234191150?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-53254199145776341202009-04-29T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-29T13:36:31.117-07:00My Fabulous weekend<div>Okay, so the title is misleading. It was so NOT fabulous. People are asking like crazy what happened and why I almost got arrested on Monday night. Let me start from the begining...</div><br /><div></div><div>Two months ago I was pulled over. You can read that story <a href="http://thehaddocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-getting-around-to-it.html">here</a>. I blogged about he great incident back in February. Long story short, in case you don't want to go and read it there, is that I was pulled over for not having the "09" sticker on my back plate even though it was registered and I had the sticker stapled to the registration when the officer asked for it. </div><br /><div></div><div>I did everything I was told to take care of it and the next week had an officer sign off on it at the police station and he was surprised that I got a ticket for it and laughed when he signed it. He was shocked the other guy didn't let me just put it on right then. Stupid! I turned it into the court just like he, and the officer that wrote the ticket, told me to. The lady there took the ticket and said, "wait a few minutes while I check to make sure we have all the paperwork for it since you are just barely at the 7 day mark." Heaven forbid that I would be right on time to do that right? She came back a few minutes later and said, "We've got everything. You are set and ready to go." She stamped the ticket and filed it. Dillan and I were on our way home.</div><br /><div></div><div>Well, about a month later I got the ticket mailed back to me...with a post it note on it none the less. It says, "This is a $40 fine not a fix it. Please take care of this. Thank you." No other explaination, no clue who it is from. But it is stamped with the date that I "took care of it" from weeks before. I was upset about it and called my brother Matt(an attorney) who told me to contact the prosecuting attorney for the city and explain what happened and he would probably dismiss the whole thing. I tracked down the attorney, Mark Sorensen, and called him so many times. I left messages and he never called back. So for weeks I am getting no where. </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330211996184735906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sfi3keId8KI/AAAAAAAAAws/iTIF1XGj09M/s320/0429091405.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Then on this past Saturday I get a letter in the mail saying that I have a warrant for my arrest! Great right? And it being Saturday, there is nothing I can do. So Monday was busy with yard work galore. I mowed the lawn and Jeremy tilled the garden. I had rented a tiller and the jeep and trailer were parked in front of the house for the evening. </div><br /><div></div><div>Jeremy and I were loading up the tiller and a cop pulls up. He gets out and says, "You must be Martha." Um, yes. "Did you know you have a warrant for your arrest?" Um, let me explain my side of the story. I explained the whole thing to this guy. Did you know that the officers know you have a warrant, but have no idea what it is for? He had no clue until I told him. Wouldn't you approach someone with gun charges a little different than a traffic ticket? That is beside the point though. He aparently had run the plates on the jeep while it was parked out front when he drove by earlier.</div><div></div><br /><div>The officer was soooo nice though. He felt really bad and was completely on my side on this one. He said, "In the 17 years I have been an officer I have never issued the ticket. We are told not to. You really need to go down and talk to Captain Budge and tell him what you told me and he will help you. I am going to walk away because I think this is ridiculous." </div><div></div><br /><div>I packed Dillan up Tuesday morning and headed to the police station...again. The secretary called the Captain down for me and he and one of his officers stood there and listened to my story and their jaws just dropped. He was livid at his officer that issued the ticket, you could see it in his eyes. He said, "I will tell you that this officer has already been reprimanded for this ticket because he issued several the same week. We don't issue this ticket, especially if you were registered and had the sticker for him. That is stupid! I will take care of it. Give me a few minutes."</div><div></div><br /><div>He came back with the paperwork that I had given him along with the sticky note and ticket. He photocopied everything for his own use and let me keep mine. He handed the stack back to me and said, "Here are the originals for your lawsuit against us. I will 27(run) your lisence in a couple days to make sure it doesn't get suspended and I will call you when I talk to the attorney to make sure everything is done." He apologized profusely and assured me that he will talk to the officer again and that he would take care of everything. He then asked, "Did my officer arrest you last night?" I told him no, but that I didn't want him to get in trouble because he was really nice and helped out a lot. He responded with, "Good, I am glad he didn't. I would be very upset if he did for something like this."</div><div></div><br /><div>Captain Budge called an hour later on my cell phone and told me that everything was taken care of and that everything was dismissed and there should be no more issues. He apologized again for all the time, stress, and hassle and said, "If there is anything else you need, just come find me."</div><div></div><br /><div>So, I was a criminal on the run...for a few days. I could sue if I wanted to, but the money I would get out of it wouldn't be enough for the hassle. If I had been arrested...that would be a different story. I have renewed faith in the LCPD. Thank you Captain Budge and the nice officer that stopped by Monday (I wish I had caught his name).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-5325419914577634120?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-88962581378901083022009-04-24T14:18:00.001-07:002009-04-29T12:47:34.775-07:00Outside!<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIuRK9FvcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/weSaIm_s_dE/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328372181665955266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIuRK9FvcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/weSaIm_s_dE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>The weather, up until today, has been fabulous! Dillan and I have spent a lot of time outside each day. It is good for both of us. Thankfully, Grandma has a nice sized yard that Dillan can play in. Not so thankfully, is that it isn't fenced and on a major street for Logan. He does really well at staying in the backyard and we don't notice the cars out front anymore. The noise when you go out front scares him.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328372177149131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIuQ6IMeQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/txtAuzgnCrY/s320/0420091346.jpg" border="0" /><br />He will wander and wander for as long as you will let him. Sticks are good for banging things. Balls of all kinds are always on the grass. The slide is a nice touch. And of course it would not be a complete backyard to Dillan without a swing. We spend lots of time in the swing.</div><div></div><br /><div>Dillan is learning how to play baseball and soccer right now. Basketball is still good, but we aren't descriminating against any sport at this point. He can do what he wants. Check out his mad dribbling skills with a soccer ball! I am having problems with the video uploading. I will try again later. Sorry! :(</div><div></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><div>Dillan also liked playing outside at Grandma Mary's house last weekend. It was so nice to be able to let him out and not worry about him a single bit. With a fenced yard and grates over the window wells, I just let him play without worrying about watching like a hawk. I NEED a fenced yard.</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328372183533888482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIuRR6cI-I/AAAAAAAAAwk/9K5_7GN6OKI/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328372179145099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIuRBkEiSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Sbkf55jxymw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-8896258137890108302?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-30834638118531495422009-04-24T13:39:00.000-07:002009-04-24T14:12:43.967-07:00Jeremy's Marathon and Mom's Birthday<div><div><div><div><div><div>We were in Salt Lake last weekend for Jeremy's run. We were able to stay the weekend thanks to Robin! We left Friday evening and got back Sunday morning.<br /></div><br /><div>It was my mom's birthday on Friday so we headed to Salt Lake to pick up Jeremy's race packet and met her and my brother's family at Bonsai Japanese Steakhouse for dinner in Sandy. It was alright. Too pricey for my tastes...I would have rather spent the $50 on sushi at Takara. But it was fun to be with family. Dillan was absolutely freaked out by the grill at the table. He literally freaked and started screaming anytime you saw fire. I guess we know not to do that for a while.<br /></div><br /><div>Saturday morning Jeremy got up at 5am and made his way downtown to ride Trax up to the U. I told him I would meet him at the finish line at the Gateway between 10am and 10:30 when he was expected to finish.</div><div></div><br /><div>Dillan loved the train ride downtown. "Whee Fun! Train Momma!" was all he said the entire time down... I take that back. He did pop up with "Ball hoop Momma, ball hoop!" anytime he saw a yard with a basketball hoop in it. </div><div> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328368574103029954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIq_LvECMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DoOdD9LSJyA/s320/0418090916a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>We jumped off the train at ESA/Gateway and we walked to the finish line. We were there just before 10am and expected Jeremy around 10:15 - 10:20. We waited and waited....I was getting worried when it got to be 10:30ish. Dillan was getting restless sitting on my shoulders for a half hour while I stood there waiting with the camera. But just in the nick of time...we saw Daddy! We cheered for him like crazy and I got some pictures. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328364414920842018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfInNFkwWyI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zus-2ZUFnpQ/s320/slc+finish2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328364419193281842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfInNVfYnTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2bvvJGVAd0g/s320/slc+finish+time.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>I think Jeremy did awesome, but he is a little disappointed in himself. Three hours and 30 minutes isn't too bad. He finished, which is more than I can say. He has spent all week recovering and is still a little sore. He thinks he might try again in a few months for the Bear Lake Marathon. He is crazy!<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328368570662882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SfIq--63jMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MqdjKdkpeWc/s320/GetAttachment3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>We hurried home afterward and went to lunch with 2 other brothers and my mom. Overall, it was a good weekend. Full of things to do with family because of my mom's birthday. We made it home in time to pick Grandma up from church at noon. The weather has been beautiful so we spent a lot of time outside Sunday afternoon.</div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-3083463811853149542?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-72727874451115021502009-04-13T20:41:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:52:27.223-07:00Ball Hoop<div><div><div>Everyone that knows Dillan knows that he is obsessed with basketball. If you say "basketball," he says, "Aggies!" If you say, "Go Aggies!" He will reply with, "Ball!" </div><div></div><br /><div>He loves the basketball hoop in the yard and anytime you are driving in a neighborhood, school, or park and he sees one he will scream, "Ball hoop!" He will shoot baskets all day if you let him. We have already raised the hoop to the 3rd notch and he is only 2. I fear that we will have to get a regular hoop next year.</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388136924964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQGzPu3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Lsusv4PJhpQ/s320/0413091953.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324388131479605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQGy7cl0MI/AAAAAAAAAvE/NhRhOnCGKQ8/s320/0413091952.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>This is not the intended use for his ball hoop though, but he thought it was pretty fun.</div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-207c6f2373bc271f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb_V1LMxS3TDHt7B31jEePMlGg6kqw-GgxJG93LSewc3rwATa2ro3WhKNZkk936YY77isvk73NtWyTahWUxu-6WWOPMh3Xhj7HBsFoNUYW0U4p0G561yFyZk1jNVeaR-YE-4idsVWjryJWfrDggS0N3gOoCeazUEB2EnzGedlno4hfyrh2V6DUquZuVTAqaNF7vjuemJx8wxdCkWR_YrRq3w%26sigh%3D09JjUxg1BvMBAHrXlDc0j6_HsNs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D207c6f2373bc271f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DWO5lzo-KqD7AQWw3rm-p2U4xiPQ&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb_V1LMxS3TDHt7B31jEePMlGg6kqw-GgxJG93LSewc3rwATa2ro3WhKNZkk936YY77isvk73NtWyTahWUxu-6WWOPMh3Xhj7HBsFoNUYW0U4p0G561yFyZk1jNVeaR-YE-4idsVWjryJWfrDggS0N3gOoCeazUEB2EnzGedlno4hfyrh2V6DUquZuVTAqaNF7vjuemJx8wxdCkWR_YrRq3w%26sigh%3D09JjUxg1BvMBAHrXlDc0j6_HsNs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D207c6f2373bc271f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DWO5lzo-KqD7AQWw3rm-p2U4xiPQ&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-7272787445111502150?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-11736206397255024082009-04-13T20:24:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:40:33.029-07:00Easter '09<div><div><div><div><div>We were able to get down to Ogden for the annual Haddock Family Easter Picnic. We went to the park at the stake center and luckily it never rained on us. </div><div></div><br /><div>We had all sorts of goodies to eat, hot dogs, chips, salads, and cupcakes for dessert. The kids all enjoyed playing on the playground together as well. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386339328713122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQFKnKhYaI/AAAAAAAAAus/gi_b_9iGHz8/s320/0411091231.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>But, the best part for everyone was the egg hunt! Since Dillan and Jonas as so much smaller than the other 3 kids, we let them start hunting a few minutes before the older kids. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386340565996066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQFKrxg0iI/AAAAAAAAAuk/WCaL0ieajwA/s320/0411091227.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Dillan absolutely loved it! It was a hit with him and he would yell out the colors of the eggs when he would see one. He is such a sweet little boy too. I was proud of him that when a cousin wanted an egg he found, he freely handed it over. The hunt was the fun part for him. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386336801331506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQFKdv8mTI/AAAAAAAAAuc/xr9ua-PBecI/s320/0411091226a.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div>Grandma Ellen also did a peanut toss. I guess it is tradition in their family to do that, but I have never heard of one before. Again, Dill liked to collect the peanuts from the grass and put them in his bag. Not so crazy on eating them though.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386345554694482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQFK-W6UVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Eyzl93odPlo/s320/0411091241.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324386348098840050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SeQFLH1e5fI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9HwzmTTgENY/s320/0411091243.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Then we had Sunday dinner back in Ogden like normal. We took Grandma Alta with us this week to see the family down there. She said she really enjoyed it. Jeremy did a couple of small egg hunts with Dillan in the backyard after dinner again.</div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-1173620639725502408?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-33193411892462665532009-04-10T13:39:00.000-07:002009-04-10T14:00:36.285-07:00Outdoor adventures<div><div><div><div><div><div>The weather was so nice last week and then it rained most of this week so we had to catch outdoor time when we could and wore jackets to keep warm and dry. </div><div></div><br /><div>Swings are always fun.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166939356438306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sd-wIMRxnyI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HWvkPiEAKGI/s320/0409091401b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Feeding the ducks at First Dam is fun too! "Ducks! Quack Quack!! Silly Ducks."<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167159379166818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sd-wU_7SBmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/UTUMYlui-b4/s320/0227091208.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Adams Park is fun, especially the rock climbing wall. I can do it by myself!<br /></div><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16eacdb902dadf1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFE6VnTy1YizP1BwNURUceULsdZqTcZaflSUA2egu_YVjP7dB6GWTkd6cTwHPdeScxVG_OZ8znx3JDQAPTrjtBzKXWZVkVr8mM6gy8SmHytlvs5c-xY0ZvB0x61XeHbTxIXZehHZusVCWzOUEvyNAHTttWvv2VPX5dlp_k1oFQ5CwwMiz5OzTIclZR-tjFe--LH6yW2oHKZjs3VHMoQjn3e%26sigh%3DcMm4Hwjwncq0T_kONMZ5PQ_mRBs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16eacdb902dadf1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DWVPNnZCeppQJd3utVqeqPztlx1g&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFE6VnTy1YizP1BwNURUceULsdZqTcZaflSUA2egu_YVjP7dB6GWTkd6cTwHPdeScxVG_OZ8znx3JDQAPTrjtBzKXWZVkVr8mM6gy8SmHytlvs5c-xY0ZvB0x61XeHbTxIXZehHZusVCWzOUEvyNAHTttWvv2VPX5dlp_k1oFQ5CwwMiz5OzTIclZR-tjFe--LH6yW2oHKZjs3VHMoQjn3e%26sigh%3DcMm4Hwjwncq0T_kONMZ5PQ_mRBs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16eacdb902dadf1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DWVPNnZCeppQJd3utVqeqPztlx1g&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div></div><div>Playing baseball with Mommy and Daddy is fun too! But why can't I have a left handers glove mom? Sorry Dill, the toddler size gloves are only for right handed kids. Arg! He is learning to bat left handed though and that is what is important and will give him an advantage.</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166943464893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sd-wIblTrOI/AAAAAAAAAts/JIPEKEz2zQU/s320/0410091346.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323166952707856354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sd-wI-BAF-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/kUpjySfEGWw/s320/0410091347.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Bike rides to the temple are also fun. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167799502789330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sd-w6QkpWtI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bxmnZk6mbr8/s320/0406091918.jpg" border="0" />Lets face it...being outside is this kid's favorite place to be and it doesn't matter what he is doing!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-3319341189246266553?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-74915033090196918942009-04-08T12:56:00.000-07:002009-04-08T13:43:56.830-07:00I love you!!!<p align="center"></p><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3a2f0b54732b9ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGB-0qSCPnlL7lYTXgRTs6mGPW6o_o7g5SiH10B752Adrpbh2p8pUBdmiUyO2A8g5wZc7lSOzi-9G3AznDzH_4D2pwy2tm4s6i1-sY_vDBDANv_hcnCjmjInOhLF4gDLH4MPYXDUuTx_TpzX9qtjkQ0xllIbLcyP1WGbCnUvPNy9l8C--ikF1Yjb8ldlA93JXMt4OXp9Ya9P2E_vDlfU7c5v%26sigh%3Dkk3XGi3HCrKMP80E3ZqgbsM1D-Q%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3a2f0b54732b9ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D1IvPME_DXorosN9mCb3Y-uR0UzU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGB-0qSCPnlL7lYTXgRTs6mGPW6o_o7g5SiH10B752Adrpbh2p8pUBdmiUyO2A8g5wZc7lSOzi-9G3AznDzH_4D2pwy2tm4s6i1-sY_vDBDANv_hcnCjmjInOhLF4gDLH4MPYXDUuTx_TpzX9qtjkQ0xllIbLcyP1WGbCnUvPNy9l8C--ikF1Yjb8ldlA93JXMt4OXp9Ya9P2E_vDlfU7c5v%26sigh%3Dkk3XGi3HCrKMP80E3ZqgbsM1D-Q%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3a2f0b54732b9ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D1IvPME_DXorosN9mCb3Y-uR0UzU&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p align="center">I love you too!!!</p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-7491503309019691894?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-60913016840726193782009-04-08T12:32:00.000-07:002009-04-08T12:53:37.194-07:00Treehouse Museum<div><div><div>We were able to get away for the night on Friday. We traded Grandma and Grandpa houses for the night. They painted for us and Jeremy cleaned carpets for them. Dillan and I got to go to the Tree House for the first time in 6 months!!! </div><div> </div><div>He was so excited when we pulled up. He knew exactly where we were and was ready to have fun. We were only able to spend an hour before it closed for the night, but it was worth the trip for him. </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322408838132488306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sdz-o5JJWHI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IAVULr4dahI/s320/0403091933.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Even though he has his own train table at home, the first stop had to be the train tables. He would have spent a long time here if I hadn't convinced him to go upstairs.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322407900987066066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sdz9yWARBtI/AAAAAAAAAtE/D4tHGsU5-OM/s320/0403091947.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>He absolutely loves the music room. We spent a lot of time in there. He likes to use the mallets to play all sorts of things. The drums are also a favorite, but I didn't get pictures of that this time.</div><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-809d9320f4e876ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaYn8VkE54b4W1jSBhM-Hns6khneAKTMWYIQ7FZvCQvD7tTfo15TbVe9QbYUEMI7JVTMAjMc98rn2xdz2mzdKW1Ep_IqCzOcR6xwBtR3sJtGHXTzNOOFvxz79BRMpuk0kyrdnni-LtMQZmSNU3W6U_8nz6APiXaabqIBEFMDHB135_Ld_ryoNf6Ll8wILko4SxEM0sgZG1iGsLLYX8bjHYp6%26sigh%3DWiMa4pq-whO_aK9K3SqQHreZcF8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D809d9320f4e876ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DxoidS_tDxOJmcZr-29ZhLhi-fFI&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaYn8VkE54b4W1jSBhM-Hns6khneAKTMWYIQ7FZvCQvD7tTfo15TbVe9QbYUEMI7JVTMAjMc98rn2xdz2mzdKW1Ep_IqCzOcR6xwBtR3sJtGHXTzNOOFvxz79BRMpuk0kyrdnni-LtMQZmSNU3W6U_8nz6APiXaabqIBEFMDHB135_Ld_ryoNf6Ll8wILko4SxEM0sgZG1iGsLLYX8bjHYp6%26sigh%3DWiMa4pq-whO_aK9K3SqQHreZcF8%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D809d9320f4e876ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DxoidS_tDxOJmcZr-29ZhLhi-fFI&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div></div>I have to give props to the staff for updating the oval office too.</div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322407908214871794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sdz9yw7glvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/rzIlGjT8EDo/s320/0403092004.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>He cried when we left, but I am glad we went. Plus! I was able to divert the crying fit once we were outside and he saw the temple across the street. He is fascinated by temples and I love it!</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-6091301684072619378?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-47164263846777045702009-03-31T13:43:00.001-07:002009-03-31T13:48:35.756-07:00Where is Dillan?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SdKBB8rms9I/AAAAAAAAAss/6NWLU1AY2Ow/s1600-h/0331091407a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319455980346848210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SdKBB8rms9I/AAAAAAAAAss/6NWLU1AY2Ow/s320/0331091407a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>This is the clean laundry that I was going to fold this afternoon. It was in that basket there. I left Dillan watching Sesame Street in the other room and when I came back...my laundry was all over the floor and Dillan was "hiding" somewhere.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319455982843034642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SdKBCF-vfBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/AEMnea5Obxg/s320/0331091407.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319455975003045282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SdKBBoxivaI/AAAAAAAAAsk/XkqV8SrzzHY/s320/0331091407b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I think the giggles and the little voice saying, "hiding!" gave it away. It was even funnier when the basket started moving like a giant galapagos tortoise across the floor.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-4716426384677704570?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-54973031242814218402009-03-26T09:14:00.001-07:002009-03-26T09:19:44.666-07:00Where is your sock?Dillan came wandering in to me this morning looking like this...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317531391066351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScuqoG5_pjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/LxbCuAsHwvc/s320/0326091009.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>"Where is your sock Dill?"</div><div></div><br /><div>"Sock." (pointing to the one he currently had on)</div><div></div><br /><div>"Where is the other sock?"</div><div></div><br /><div>"Right there." (pointing again to the one he had one still)</div><div></div><br /><div>"Where is the one that goes on that foot?" (I pointed to the bare foot)</div><div></div><br /><div>"No know!" (throwing his hands up in the air and shaking his head)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317531390631084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScuqoFSOAeI/AAAAAAAAAsU/GZca5u6PDz8/s320/0326091009a.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>That is my fault for not putting his shoes on after we got dressed. He is getting better, but he doesn't keep his socks on if there aren't shoes over the top of them.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-5497303124281421840?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-65655556246648857012009-03-20T13:25:00.000-07:002009-03-20T13:38:55.956-07:00Swing anyone?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScP-s1geViI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NrAY_xgnhw0/s1600-h/0320091252a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372031458301474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScP-s1geViI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NrAY_xgnhw0/s320/0320091252a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>A year after buying the swing we finally put it up. The weather has been so nice outside the last few days that all Dillan wants to do it go out and play. I can't blame him though. It is gorgeous out there and when you are stuck inside all winter long...and in your own house all winter long...you really need to get out. I know the feeling.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372026687367458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScP-sju_qSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/LZo63pVoCQM/s320/0320091252.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>He would play outside all day long if possible. If only the yard were fenced...then it might be possible. But fencing a yard when we are only going to be here temporarily is costly and Grandma would freak out I am sure. The smallest changes set her off so changing what she considers a prized yard (that has been neglected for years) would be out of the question.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315372023694346146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScP-sYlZx6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/4DFuolLYayY/s320/0320091251.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>We are considering a swing set, but don't know what she would think of that. Just a cheap one that will undoubtedly fall apart in 2 years since we don't want to pay a lot for it and won't use it more than 1 year.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-6565555624664885701?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-32941532042465970822009-03-18T10:50:00.000-07:002009-03-18T15:22:39.551-07:00Happy Anniversary!Jeremy and I celebrated our 6th anniversary this year. We can't believe that time has gone by so fast. It is really crazy. We didn't get to do much and it kind of got looked over, but we did have a wonderful dinner at Hamilton's in Logan on Friday night.<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314588576349108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScE2JvyjODI/AAAAAAAAArs/h-v_wYdzgFw/s320/0306091859.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I have never had anything that isn't the best I have ever tasted from Hamilton's. It is pricey, but totally worth it. It is about time that Logan has a nice restaurant. We both had different steaks, and split a lobster rissoto that was to die for. For dessert you ask??? I can't resist their creme brule. I should have taken a picture of everything else, but I didn't think about it until it was over. This is the remnant from dessert. It really did have good presentation when it came out, but the raspberry sauce is so good I had to keep licking it with my finger and spoon.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314588570172787762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScE2JYyADDI/AAAAAAAAArk/aN9W8zBJOYU/s320/0313092121.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Then Jeremy surprised me with these gorgeous flowers on Saturday. The lilies were just wonderful and kept blooming in turns so they always looked good. </div><div></div><br /><div>Jay, I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you. I hope that time flies just as fast in the future because that means that things are good. You are a wonderful dad and husband. I LOVE YOU!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-3294153204246597082?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-47755449603050284332009-03-17T20:34:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:46:13.179-07:00A Bunch of Sickies<div><div>The house is recovering from being sick last week. All I can say is, THANK GOODNESS GRANDMA AVOIDED IT ALL!</div><div></div><br /><div>Dillan started to run a fever on Wednesday and by Saturday we were concerned it wasn't going away and took him to his doctor. Dillan had his very first ear infection. Amoxicillan for Dill via seringe twice a day. He is an expert at taking it now. He felt a little better Sunday and by Monday he was back to normal. YEAH! I was really tired of the sleepless night since he would wake up screaming and burning up once the tylenol wore off. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314368726319456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScBuMym3YCI/AAAAAAAAArU/OHueP6GEdpA/s320/0307091225.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div> </div><div>Jeremy started getting sick on Friday with similar symptoms. Pretty sure he didn't have an ear infection, but by Sunday he was miserable and on Monday we sent him to the doctor and they couldn't figure out what was wrong...not the flu, not strep, but his white blood cell count was so high he had something going on. So, amoxicillian for Jeremy in pill form 3 times daily. He stayed home from work Monday and Tuesday and by Wednesday he felt better too. Yeah! </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314368732753654706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/ScBuNKk5c7I/AAAAAAAAArc/GgSF-roBemY/s320/0309091800.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div> </div><div>Then, I started to feel sick on Sunday...oh dear! Round 3, DING DING!! Except with the help of Zicam and Sudafed I was feeling better by Tuesday without the fever too. I only caught a slight cold from it instead of a full on sickness. We tried to stay away from grandma as much as possible, but she relies on me so much for things that it was hard. But, thankfully, she hasn't felt anything and is still feeling good. YEAH! I think the only reason I got sick was lack of sleep for a week caring for both of them and Grandma on top of it.</div><div></div><br /><div>We have a few doses of meds left for both boys, but all seems well now.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-4775544960305028433?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-15401102040257278132009-03-02T20:04:00.000-08:002009-03-02T20:29:13.854-08:00Wii...Whee!Dillan is so freaking cute, I can't help myself. He is really into saying "whee" right now anytime you go up/down a hill (walking or driving). It also happens for other things like sliding, or watching his crayons roll off Grandma's uneven table.<br /><br />We finally found Mario Kart in stock one day and now anytime you turn it on he says the opening line right along with the game console, "Wii!" or is it "Whee!" I don't know and I don't think he cares.<br /><br />Here are my boys playing together for Wii and then Dillan on his own for "Whee!" We aren't quite sure where he got the idea to slide down things. I just went into his room one day and he was sliding down the crib. 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I was excited to go since Dillan can recognize a temple in pictures and when we drive by it in Logan. He is an interesting little spirit...that is all that I will say about that right now.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308806826322565810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SayrrmggGrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7n64rRviB4c/s320/_2020_Twilight_2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>It was very, very busy since it is one of the last Saturdays until the dedication, but it was nice to go and see it. It has a different feel to it since it is done in subdued earth tones instead of a white canvas like most others. I kind of liked the change. The celestial room was small in square footage, but seemed so large since it has 40 foot ceilings in it with a full wall of windows for natural light.....very cool.</div><div> </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308806831285886786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sayrr4_2X0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/9xEHIAzSJN8/s320/010909_Draper_Temple_03.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308806829449199986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SayrryJ8wXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jdmvdrn9Svs/s320/draper-celestial-room-200x300.jpg" border="0" /> <div>We all met for lunch afterwards and some additional siblings of mine came with their families. It was a big crowd so everything went slow, but it was good to see everyone. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-2161660994977544107?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-13052801446535082532009-03-02T19:18:00.000-08:002009-03-02T19:30:09.447-08:00Birthday Surprises<div><div><div><div>So Friday the doorbell rang in the afternoon and I thought that was odd since we weren't expecting anyone or anything. I ran down to find the UPS guy out front. He said he had a package for me and went to the back of the truck and as he did said, "someone must love you!" Out he popped with a box of flowers! How exciting! Even more exciting to see that they were addressed to me!!!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308797941405362082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SayjmbnKp6I/AAAAAAAAAps/NQygGRKrWms/s320/0227091531.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>I ran upstairs and instantly knew it wasn't Jeremy since the look of shock on his face was definitely not made up. I opened the box and found a full bouqet of peruvian lillies in all colors. The card only said, "Happy Birthday Martha!"<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308798381652641522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaykADqTBvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/yaIrHyCrRGg/s320/0227091527a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I was in shock and Jeremy said, "Who ever did that is a jerk! I will never be able to top that." I laughed knowing that I wouldn't get "anything" from him since we had purchased a wii as a combined valentines/birthday/anniversary present since they all happen within 3 weeks of each other. I got what I asked for and that made me happy.</div><div></div><br /><div>So I called the company to see who they were from and they couldn't tell me. They offered to call the sender and let them know I wanted to know, but it was still up to the sender to call me and fess up to it. So I dropped it. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308797948562779506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/Sayjm2RoLXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Lpb_zOEdGKI/s320/0227091527.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I went to my mom's and found out that it arrived in the usual box that her's come in when she gets them and they are from my brother Matthew. THANK YOU MATT! I know I can always count on you to surprise me and make me feel good. We are enjoying them and they look better a few days later than they did when they arrived. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-1305280144653508253?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-10655466698847602522009-02-25T15:22:00.000-08:002009-02-25T16:08:09.751-08:00Giaffes and gunkeys galore!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXZ6X0W_EI/AAAAAAAAApU/Ccm6_FnLvxg/s1600-h/0219091551b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306887332775263298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXZ6X0W_EI/AAAAAAAAApU/Ccm6_FnLvxg/s320/0219091551b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXYIFk76VI/AAAAAAAAApE/q6FejLwxR0U/s1600-h/0219091453.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885369373649234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXYIFk76VI/AAAAAAAAApE/q6FejLwxR0U/s320/0219091453.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXW-DQIWqI/AAAAAAAAAns/-KgJR-nIGn8/s1600-h/0219091444.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306884097439193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXW-DQIWqI/AAAAAAAAAns/-KgJR-nIGn8/s320/0219091444.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXWgApzFmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g1LhQoQFhGQ/s1600-h/0219091435a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883581345470050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXWgApzFmI/AAAAAAAAAnc/g1LhQoQFhGQ/s320/0219091435a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>For those of you who don't speak Dillan, giaffe = giraffe and gunkey = monkey. So with that said, we went to the zoo! He absolutely loved it! I wish that we lived closer and were able to go more often. He talks about the animals all the time and loves to sit and look at the pictures over and over again. His favorite Baby Einstein movies are the ones with animals. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306884134307845778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXXAMmTVpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/B7HI5NrLYGE/s320/0219091457.jpg" border="0" /> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883579182576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXWf4mH8cI/AAAAAAAAAnU/8jJm81Ce5DA/s320/0219091431.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>We had a fabulous time at the zoo last Thursday. Jeremy took Thursday and Friday off after his business trip and we went to Salt Lake for a few days and spent an "all Dillan weekend." We felt like he needed some time with Mom and Dad and to get out of the house for once. Logan winter's are bad and since we don't have a fenced yard it makes it even worse because I don't want to go out in the cold either. Plus with Grandma we don't get to go anywhere.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306884127664535986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXW_z2aebI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Nokw7KhIijk/s320/0219091525a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883589402048818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXWgeqouTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RAh94V8lSO0/s320/0219091436.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Thursday - Hogle Zoo, dinner with cousins at Carls Jr to play on the jungle gym.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306887618870925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXaLBm4WkI/AAAAAAAAApk/cAuGrBwGwQ0/s320/0219091446a.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883576434694274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXWfuW-mII/AAAAAAAAAnM/vdHiYfeuOvw/s320/0219091419.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306884099142719522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXW-JmSGCI/AAAAAAAAAn0/WU5k8IEZhOg/s320/0219091513a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885005710018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXXy60xSGI/AAAAAAAAAok/7M0wJGzmQ5Y/s320/0219091827.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Friday - Jungle Jim's Playland, lunch with Mom and Dad, dinner with Grandma Mary and fried green beans and noodles (TGIFridays).</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885375770738930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXYIdaHwPI/AAAAAAAAApM/rXaV-MJYooc/s320/0220091221a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885009634228674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXXzJcX-cI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YMX1C5G_Fyo/s320/0220091144a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885003584181394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXXyy57lJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/rxyNN2Y5G4Y/s320/0220091140.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306885006227219394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SaXXy8wFI8I/AAAAAAAAAos/s4NZ3EW9_gY/s320/0220091124.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Saturday - Murray Park, Swimming with Dad, and dinner with Mom and Dad at Firehouse while watching basketball.</div><div></div><br /><div>We had so much fun. So I posted pictures galore. Hope you enjoy as much as we did. LOL! That isn't possible. We had a blast and you only get to see bits and pieces. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-1065546669884760252?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-29181632445233840572009-02-16T20:20:00.000-08:002009-02-16T20:35:58.937-08:00Missing Daddy...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo-eT3AzFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-ZBuh7eQNGc/s1600-h/0214091754a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620201630190674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo-eT3AzFI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-ZBuh7eQNGc/s320/0214091754a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Jeremy is in Calgary, for a Chem-Dry Convention, conducting some training. Dillan and I miss him so much. He left Saturday night and will be home Wednesday sometime. While he is gone I am going it alone with Dillan and Grandma. Sunday was exhausting. I don't know how I accomplished it without Jeremy. Good thing there are helping hands around that Dillan isn't afraid to go to while I help Grandma. Dillan was so upset that Jeremy left. He wanted to go with his dad so badly. He cried when I took him out of the suitcase, when Jeremy said goodbye, and when Jeremy walked out the door. Now all I hear is "Dada?" "Daddy?!?!" And if you ask him where is Daddy? He says, "I no know!" and throws his arms up in the air doing a shoulder shrug. It is so sad. But he will be home soon enough. </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619530945029026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo93RXNY6I/AAAAAAAAAm8/-_ihova5jIs/s320/0205091706a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>I promised I would post pictures of the beautiful flowers that I grew from a bulb. So, here you go. I am quite impressed with myself. This was the first time ever!</div><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619410924469378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo9wSQE_II/AAAAAAAAAm0/StrKzfE0aT8/s320/0205091706.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>The next pic is of Dillan right before I put him down for a nap one day. He was watching Sesame Street and I went down to help with Grandma and this is how he was when I came back up. Poor kid was tuckered out.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619397846622786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo9vhiE4kI/AAAAAAAAAmU/e4FGLo2LWzE/s320/0213091344.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>These are Dill's water bottles. Yes, he has 2 of them. He loves them. I have to fill both of them at least once per day. It is good for him though. I can't complain if he wants to drink water all day long. It is a good habbit. One that I should probably have myself. He brings you the empty bottle and says, "More Mama, more wawa!" He follows you to the bathroom to fill it and then happily takes it and is on his way again. He even insists on taking it to the store sometimes and people look at me funny when they see this little boy drinking out of this little water jug. Hey, if it makes him happy then why not?</div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619403415734866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo9v2R2ylI/AAAAAAAAAmk/4YD0NXuCtGY/s320/0216092028.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303619409143722818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc5vnxQckYI/SZo9wLng80I/AAAAAAAAAms/voXgY7IEYPM/s320/0216092028a.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-2918163244523384057?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961263253270674851.post-32777811638237259422009-02-12T13:18:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:32:33.195-08:00Dear Akon,I would like you to know that you have corrupted my son. As if it isn't enough that we hear your stupid song on the 20 on 20 every countdown for weeks now. I have to hear it all day long now. I hear it at the grocery store, the bank, the car, playing with toys, and in the bathtub. <br /><br />I can't help but feel partly responsible since I am the one that listens to 20 on 20 while we shower each day, but that is beside the point. He doesn't sing other songs...just yours! Anytime it comes on he is obsessed and even when it isn't on he is still singing it by himself.<br /><br />Please try to write a song that is worth listening to next time. And don't think that you were the first one to invent singing instead of rapping. I am sick of hearing that quote. <br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5957cd3374867e2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH0nVAsrDuLpSbss3fjWq1vPXrZZt658kqTCIKNq3Lu7a3qW5z7xGXaOdHZTsy7p1RtyTJiZgHK4Fo5D-Gv2vHcx53J3tAzxj6SM73-V6GJqviSFxr1bDWrX5mkSRzASGkJoMnott_UCl77MCn4pafcavbb1fwoNzsRyZCBzNMWT4yYuSUNEvNOVef8jsHgtyr7nUB-11cb-ZS0uWSFDyVNS%26sigh%3DzfEl5qbQL36ioahn1S7j7XOasuI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5957cd3374867e2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdT6axtakQ2Q6WjyZn1cSZL7fqOg&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH0nVAsrDuLpSbss3fjWq1vPXrZZt658kqTCIKNq3Lu7a3qW5z7xGXaOdHZTsy7p1RtyTJiZgHK4Fo5D-Gv2vHcx53J3tAzxj6SM73-V6GJqviSFxr1bDWrX5mkSRzASGkJoMnott_UCl77MCn4pafcavbb1fwoNzsRyZCBzNMWT4yYuSUNEvNOVef8jsHgtyr7nUB-11cb-ZS0uWSFDyVNS%26sigh%3DzfEl5qbQL36ioahn1S7j7XOasuI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5957cd3374867e2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DdT6axtakQ2Q6WjyZn1cSZL7fqOg&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961263253270674851-3277781163823725942?l=thehaddocks.blogspot.com'/></div>The Haddockshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02987352490741374614noreply@blogger.com1