<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427</id><updated>2009-12-23T06:47:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 2004</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-891474018052796395</id><published>2009-12-01T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:07:00.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Articulate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwtsJlgidpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rTvhWy0aHJI/s1600/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwtsJlgidpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rTvhWy0aHJI/s400/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407534689531623058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One word commonly used by others to describe either Ben or me has been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;articulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  So it shouldn't be any surprise that we would pass this trait onto one (or both) of our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been musing over just how well-spoken Jocee is for her age.  Not only does she speak in complete sentences, but she is also acutely expressive with what she chooses to say.  This little girl has such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is especially good with asserting herself when she is angry, sad, or hurt.  I find this ability particularly endearing.  So many examples come to mind, but two always seem to stick out in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in September, Jocee rushed into the kitchen while I was in the process of cooking.  She wanted to play, but I had water boiling and chicken grilling.  At first I asked her to leave nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Then I offered an incentive.&lt;br /&gt;Then I threatened.&lt;br /&gt;Then I counted to three.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So...I harshly took her by the arm, dragged her away from the stove, and out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;She began to cry, and exclaimed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You hurt me! Be gentle, Mommy!  Be gentle with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!  Be gentle with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocee&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears immediately flooded my eyes.  At that point Jocee had often heard me tell her to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"be gentle with Sophie,"&lt;/span&gt; while she would play with her.  But in this situation I wasn't showing Jocee the same concern, and she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Once dinner was done and the kitchen was safe, I hugged her, apologized, and have since resolved to be more gentle.  She absolutely deserves it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in with my in-laws on November 7th.  It was hectic like most moves are.  The day after, both girls had been up most of the night and were extremely fussy.  Jocee has always been the more dramatic of the two, and was crying quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;After a while I impatiently said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jocee!  Will you just be quiet?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, she sweetly said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, Mommy.  I'm crying.  I need a cry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a realization hit me.  All throughout this process I have tried not to cry when I'm around Jocee.  I've wanted her to know that we are all going to be okay.  But despite my effort, I have cried in front of her...several times.  Each time she has been patient with me, and has never reacted negatively (not once).  On some level she understands that everyone needs to cry sometimes, and that it's completely acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so honored to be Jocee's mother.   At 2 1/2 years old her simple insights, and view of the world seem so poetically profound.  I love that she is able to articulate herself, even in difficult situations.  I love the things she comes up with everyday.  I love listening to her cute little voice.  I love everything about her.  She is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-891474018052796395?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/891474018052796395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=891474018052796395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/891474018052796395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/891474018052796395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-miss-articulate.html' title='Little Miss Articulate'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwtsJlgidpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rTvhWy0aHJI/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-934081160768947606</id><published>2009-11-26T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:37:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwqRcZqFD7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Jm9RcHMgCNo/s1600/0p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwqRcZqFD7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Jm9RcHMgCNo/s400/0p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407294219721445298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say that life has been difficult recently would be an outright understatement.  There are so many emotions to deal with on a daily (and sometimes hourly) basis.  I find myself wishing things could be different, wishing I could just have the life we had planned on, wishing I didn't have to be without my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for what I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  There aren't words enough to convey how thankful I am for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCJQH5AFcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ETi90jzZuYg/s1600/0a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCJQH5AFcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ETi90jzZuYg/s400/0a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408974062561007042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In fact, I should probably do a different post for him entirely.)&lt;/span&gt;  But I will say,  I am thankful for all the time we were given.   I am thankful for his enduring sweetness, and selflessness.  Even now, his love and concern for us leaves me in awe.  Marrying Benjamin David Hill is unequivocally the best choice I have made, and will make in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jocee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCmhD5KsnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JWgDlUWatgk/s1600/The+Girls+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCmhD5KsnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JWgDlUWatgk/s400/The+Girls+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409006239382942322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocee's eyes are Ben's exact shade of brown.  She has a will, wit, and passion for life that will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie is &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddys-little-girl.html"&gt;Ben's littl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddys-little-girl.html"&gt;e carbon copy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCoD-249LI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uL5BQf5mE-E/s1600/The+Girls+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SxCoD-249LI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uL5BQf5mE-E/s400/The+Girls+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409007938838262962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sweet, easy-going, and smart as all get out.  I couldn't have been entrusted with more beautiful, intelligent, amazing little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;  I am thankful for all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;-in-law.  They are more than just "in-laws," friends, or even best friends.  They are my family.  There are no favorites.  I genuinely love them all.   I am so very fortunate to have each of them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard &amp;amp; Elaine&lt;/span&gt;.  While living with them has been an adjustment for all parties involved, their generosity is remarkable.  To spare me from more trauma, Richard stepped in and took care of all the ugly details and final arrangements for Ben.  Elaine has helped me through so many difficult moments with this whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;  I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my parents and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-laura.html"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;.  My dad has always been such a good example to me.  My mom is the best grandmother.  And my sister...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you can read more about her...&lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-laura.html"&gt;here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Gotta lover her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;  I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good friends&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel so fortunate to have people who love me and are supportive of me outside of just family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;  In short; I am grateful for such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong support system&lt;/span&gt;.  Lately it seems like people's general comments have revolved around how "strong" I am.  In all honesty, I nearly never feel that way.  I couldn't handle things the same without such amazing people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, there aren't words enough to express my gratitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-934081160768947606?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/934081160768947606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=934081160768947606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/934081160768947606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/934081160768947606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwqRcZqFD7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Jm9RcHMgCNo/s72-c/0p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-5412195285879777155</id><published>2009-11-15T21:57:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:05:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography by Crystal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDis3jVEyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/izED89U3Dig/s1600/11-13-2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDis3jVEyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/izED89U3Dig/s400/11-13-2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404568813298848546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was another difficult day.&lt;br /&gt;The finality of our mortal circumstances will always bring tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family brought cameras.&lt;br /&gt;We felt it was important to have something to show the girls when they're older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was asleep for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;But Crystal got some adorable shots of Jocee.&lt;br /&gt;This little girl and her sister bring such light and strength to my life during seemingly somber times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDb8dN8yxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kWINIGgs4Ss/s1600/11-13-2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDb8dN8yxI/AAAAAAAAAs8/kWINIGgs4Ss/s400/11-13-2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404561384526367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDjZQmlWRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LDzgEebulrs/s1600/11-13-2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDjZQmlWRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LDzgEebulrs/s400/11-13-2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404569575937628434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDjM9TJODI/AAAAAAAAAts/YLZXJAuicAc/s1600/11-13-2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDjM9TJODI/AAAAAAAAAts/YLZXJAuicAc/s400/11-13-2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404569364597389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhEQplOZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/AoX1av-nszE/s1600/11-13-2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhEQplOZI/AAAAAAAAAtE/AoX1av-nszE/s400/11-13-2009+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404567016149694866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhQtYlKpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/obckwNK8LE4/s1600/11-13-2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhQtYlKpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/obckwNK8LE4/s400/11-13-2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404567230021446290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhx1hRoaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/T8nSHLdf2lA/s1600/11-13-2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDhx1hRoaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/T8nSHLdf2lA/s400/11-13-2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404567799141081506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love my sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(All 6 of them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-5412195285879777155?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/5412195285879777155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=5412195285879777155&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5412195285879777155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5412195285879777155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/11/photography-by-crystal.html' title='Photography by Crystal'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SwDis3jVEyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/izED89U3Dig/s72-c/11-13-2009+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-3099459674804060738</id><published>2009-11-12T14:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:45:26.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the title of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Svx-RnzRs2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/euiwaRL648A/s1600-h/1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Svx-RnzRs2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/euiwaRL648A/s400/1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332494144680802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I would hear this song, I would fondly think of all that life had in store for Ben and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having babies...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching these beautiful girls grow up...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben taking the girls hiking, camping, fly fishing, etc... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And all while Jocee screams her head off!  A tomboy, she in not!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating their every milestone together...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying our first home..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying and/or building our dream home...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveling when we would eventually get the time, money, &amp;amp; pilot benefits...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in when all of our kids went off to college...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becoming grandparents...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not to mention all the little plans we had for the coming days, weeks, &amp;amp; months.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These plans are now interrupted.  To say they are completely ruined, for me would imply a sense of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the kind of person who likes to live in the future.  I like to plan.  I like to have goals to strive for and anticipate.  The "5-year-plan" is something I'm all too familiar with.   Although none of these "plans" have ever entirely come to fruition, I would continue to make them anyway.  Having some direction is better than none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I am not making any real plans.  I am really only able to live in the present.  Right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;and right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;is all that I can control.  It is all that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not think of how I will get through this next week, month, year, or five years.&lt;br /&gt;Right now is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I will get a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-3099459674804060738?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3099459674804060738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=3099459674804060738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3099459674804060738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3099459674804060738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/11/100-years.html' title='100 Years'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Svx-RnzRs2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/euiwaRL648A/s72-c/1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-2882929481522087898</id><published>2009-11-08T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:57:00.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben writes letters to the girls from time to time in journals that he bought, when each of them were first born.  I always love reading what he puts in those little blank books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote the following to Sophie, on the day we brought her home.&lt;br /&gt;(One year ago, today...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SttKZyVhwAI/AAAAAAAAArU/reXVZvAQGqw/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SttKZyVhwAI/AAAAAAAAArU/reXVZvAQGqw/s400/DSC02148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393986785575550978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11/8/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Sophie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought you home from the hospital today.  You are perfect, and your mother and I are overjoyed to have you.  You were born 3 days ago by c-section at Orem Community Hospital.  7 pounds, 9 ounces and 19 inches long.  While you look very much like your sister did at birth, your mom and I immediately noticed that your voice, your cry is different.  Through the whole pregnancy things have been different.  From the foods your mom craved, to the way you moved.  Your sister was, and is as of this writing, a kicker.  You have been very calm and since your birth, very mellow.  I was there at your birth, took you while the doctor stitched up your mom.  I was with you the whole time.  When your eyes opened, I was the first face you saw.  Mine was the first finger you held.  I am so happy to have you.  I loved you before you were born, and that has only grown stronger these last 3 days.  I am excited to be your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ben's signature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-2882929481522087898?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/2882929481522087898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=2882929481522087898&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/2882929481522087898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/2882929481522087898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today...'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SttKZyVhwAI/AAAAAAAAArU/reXVZvAQGqw/s72-c/DSC02148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-6757208355317232954</id><published>2009-11-05T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:02:37.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sophia Leigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJmCYtofRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/620LZqMgWsM/s1600-h/The+Girls+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJmCYtofRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/620LZqMgWsM/s400/The+Girls+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400491094350265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Sophie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you turn one year old!  One year ago today, we welcomed you into our family.  Instantly we knew that you were perfect, beautiful, and nothing short of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJmVZJMLjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/45DSuaYM6TY/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJmVZJMLjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/45DSuaYM6TY/s400/DSC02018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400491420883365426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time we have been able to become acquainted with your sweet little spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;to the core!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affectionate&lt;/span&gt;.--You love to give hugs, and have earned the nick-name, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buggy&lt;/span&gt;.  Our little "cuddle bug."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have developed your adorable sense of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have the best little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, and love to be tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assertive&lt;/span&gt;.  You don't let your big sister push you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are without a doubt, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talker&lt;/span&gt;!  I am amazed by how many words you have already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have your daddy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calm &lt;/span&gt;temperament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvL2bHnci1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ArEbANn_sxw/s1600-h/The+Girls+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvL2bHnci1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/ArEbANn_sxw/s400/The+Girls+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400649848932043602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your sister, and like nothing more than to play with her.  It has always been our hope that the two of you grow up to be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvL1vBgMOMI/AAAAAAAAAsc/qOrQbiFBxqI/s1600-h/The+Girls+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvL1vBgMOMI/AAAAAAAAAsc/qOrQbiFBxqI/s400/The+Girls+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400649091376756930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy loves, and will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;love you; more than I could ever relate.  He has adored you from the moment he was told of your existence.  Daddy spent every moment he could with you.  If you had a hard time sleeping, he would get up with you at night or early mornings.  He would play with you.  He would talk to you.  He loved to comfort you and sooth your cries.  He would cuddle with you whenever you would let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy wants the absolute best for you.  He would give you the world if he could.  He wants you to be happy, healthy, and safe.  Most of all, Daddy wants you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;know how precious you are to him.   Daddy will always watch over you with concern for your well being.  You are so very blessed to have him as your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvLz3xzvHCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nBrkhnSoUA0/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvLz3xzvHCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nBrkhnSoUA0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400647042759334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sunday morning, 18 Oct 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-6757208355317232954?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/6757208355317232954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=6757208355317232954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/6757208355317232954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/6757208355317232954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-sophia-leigh.html' title='Dear Sophia Leigh...'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJmCYtofRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/620LZqMgWsM/s72-c/The+Girls+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-5932405562747318288</id><published>2009-11-04T22:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:35:14.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJjJFtbtyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iN6GTWMOiEg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJjJFtbtyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iN6GTWMOiEg/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400487910973355810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I genuinely enjoy writing.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I leave plenty of room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could put my emotions into words more adequately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to blog...&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought I would be grateful for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;Most things on the internet can turn into a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Priceless, finite time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I took some of that limited resource to write and post the following 2 entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-years-2-kids-later.html"&gt;5 Years &amp;amp; 2 Kids Later...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-3-ohh.html"&gt;30 Reasons Why I Love, Benjamin Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I could put my feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-5932405562747318288?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/5932405562747318288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=5932405562747318288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5932405562747318288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5932405562747318288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lifes-love.html' title='My Life&apos;s Love'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SvJjJFtbtyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iN6GTWMOiEg/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-755634705247759096</id><published>2009-10-29T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:13:00.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Stv_AH3kiJI/AAAAAAAAArk/g0sXndib2Zk/s1600-h/DSC05990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Stv_AH3kiJI/AAAAAAAAArk/g0sXndib2Zk/s400/DSC05990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394185356283512978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia Leigh will be one year old in exactly one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flooded with emotions by this realization.  For weeks I have found myself musing over this last year (and preceding pregnancy), and feeling abundantly blessed for every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with her, I wondered if I could love another child as much as I love her sister.  I loved and adored her from the second I found out that she was on her way.  But would it be equal?  Could I make them both know how precious they are to me?  These were just some of the questions that would cross my mind periodically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sophie was born, and I found that my heart had been waiting for her all along.  Just like before, my heart and whole being expanded...almost exploding in complete awe of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her mother, I am filled with gratitude.  She is more than I could have ever hoped for.  Getting to know her sweet spirit is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although part of me is sad that she is growing up so quickly, I am overjoyed and looking forward to each new phase of her life.   She continues to amaze me everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-755634705247759096?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/755634705247759096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=755634705247759096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/755634705247759096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/755634705247759096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet Baby Girl'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Stv_AH3kiJI/AAAAAAAAArk/g0sXndib2Zk/s72-c/DSC05990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-1825644405603411294</id><published>2009-10-29T13:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:43:46.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when I get busy, I'll write a post and schedule it to be published at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, but I usually try for once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, I wrote 2 posts and predated them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the heart to take them down.&lt;br /&gt;The first will post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I scheduled for Nov 8th, now means so much.&lt;br /&gt;And, you'll soon see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss Ben in a way that mere mortal words fail to express.  The concept of eternity is the only thing that brings me peace.  I'm just so sad that our time was so short.  The three of us are so blessed to have him as ours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-1825644405603411294?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/1825644405603411294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=1825644405603411294&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/1825644405603411294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/1825644405603411294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-6749678771030434639</id><published>2009-10-16T20:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:53:18.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/StksGX1e-QI/AAAAAAAAArE/PHPRaxx2MZ4/s1600-h/The+Girls+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/StksGX1e-QI/AAAAAAAAArE/PHPRaxx2MZ4/s400/The+Girls+244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393390516742060290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jocee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;when our toes match!&lt;br /&gt;She picked the color &amp;amp; even "helped" paint it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-laura.html"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;, for starting her young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tonight before bed, she asked for "blue toes."  I blame you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-6749678771030434639?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/6749678771030434639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=6749678771030434639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/6749678771030434639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/6749678771030434639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-toes.html' title='Pretty Toes'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/StksGX1e-QI/AAAAAAAAArE/PHPRaxx2MZ4/s72-c/The+Girls+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-1689982046899099902</id><published>2009-10-14T22:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:52:23.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its good to be King.....if just for one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Departing KPVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stalh4IdhOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SsK1itKrBt8/s1600-h/DSC06027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stalh4IdhOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/SsK1itKrBt8/s400/DSC06027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392679605244888290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StaliSJvnBI/AAAAAAAAABA/aEUabM_W3rY/s1600-h/DSC06031.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Nothing but ground in the first wing over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stali7dkf0I/AAAAAAAAABI/JqGiPXEm0uc/s1600-h/DSC06035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stali7dkf0I/AAAAAAAAABI/JqGiPXEm0uc/s400/DSC06035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392679623318601538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StaljbOz4YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WTf6OPt38DA/s1600-h/DSC06037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StaljbOz4YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WTf6OPt38DA/s400/DSC06037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392679631846629762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StalkKrOqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/idzCIEqEdl0/s1600-h/DSC06044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StalkKrOqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/idzCIEqEdl0/s400/DSC06044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392679644582291810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stamns5yJPI/AAAAAAAAABg/PorRM1WojLw/s1600-h/DSC06045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stamns5yJPI/AAAAAAAAABg/PorRM1WojLw/s400/DSC06045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392680804821378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StamoNl4VeI/AAAAAAAAABo/CHru6ndsLpY/s1600-h/DSC06046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/StamoNl4VeI/AAAAAAAAABo/CHru6ndsLpY/s400/DSC06046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392680813596268002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stamon38HgI/AAAAAAAAABw/cOu8Bi7Vlo0/s1600-h/DSC06049.JPG"&gt;800 Shaft Horsepower a side makes a happy boy&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stamon38HgI/AAAAAAAAABw/cOu8Bi7Vlo0/s400/DSC06049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392680820651335170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/Stampdt48MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YLcadEI4Zjc/s1600-h/DSC06056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1nThArSeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k1iHAHjaod4/s400/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390077914008734178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute girl is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;POTTY TRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;INED&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training is a task that has been looming over my head since I found out I was pregnant with her.  I loath diapers.  They're expensive, unsanitary, smelly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;bad for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how would I approach such a huge undertaking?  Years ago I took a child development class through UVU in which potty training issues were covered.  Needless to say, the topic has always intimidated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most other moms have told me that it takes time (months).&lt;br /&gt;So my original plan was to get her a potty when she was 18 months old.  I'd gradually introduce the concept so that she'd be completely trained by the time she turned two.&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, reality hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new sibling at 19 months old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1l0Drfh_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/0ugTDBudc88/s1600-h/0a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1l0Drfh_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/0ugTDBudc88/s400/0a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390076274047682546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1nThArSeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k1iHAHjaod4/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An extended trip to Boston over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1j2R-fUxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WwLAEhJPGzk/s1600-h/0a5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1j2R-fUxI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WwLAEhJPGzk/s400/0a5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390074113221939986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving &amp;amp; unpacking (aka-chaos)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1kzbWZrvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JZsY9ayelu8/s1600-h/0a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1kzbWZrvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JZsY9ayelu8/s400/0a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390075163710172914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;revised&lt;/span&gt; goal was to start potty training by the time she turned 2 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;(TODAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked so many experienced moms for any advice that they were willing to share.  I've tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;everything.  Most of it was crap (get it?..ha...ha)!  Every kid is different and whatever worked for everyone else, seemed not to work for Jocee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;We started last Wednesday (Sept 30) and Jocee is DONE!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that it only took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 days&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to pay it forward, I wanted to share what worked for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYcQ3lCCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/urId1stSLao/s1600-h/0a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYcQ3lCCI/AAAAAAAAAo0/urId1stSLao/s320/0a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389709727899125794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Similar e-books &amp;amp; info can be found on the internet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This DVD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYjR8C41I/AAAAAAAAAo8/i9WHkxkIPwc/s1600-h/0a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYjR8C41I/AAAAAAAAAo8/i9WHkxkIPwc/s320/0a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389709848445379410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ben credits Elmo for her success.  Whatev!  I helped, too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stickers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYrYX3hAI/AAAAAAAAApE/HtAmmC5jBEM/s1600-h/0a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswYrYX3hAI/AAAAAAAAApE/HtAmmC5jBEM/s320/0a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389709987611640834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswfzUDz8dI/AAAAAAAAApk/Di8r23VMYwY/s1600-h/The+Girls+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswfzUDz8dI/AAAAAAAAApk/Di8r23VMYwY/s400/The+Girls+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389717820474126802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswgGjGD2jI/AAAAAAAAAps/uA3tsr-nhhY/s1600-h/The+Girls+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SswgGjGD2jI/AAAAAAAAAps/uA3tsr-nhhY/s400/The+Girls+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389718150927604274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes!  She absolutely put them all on, herself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at exactly 2 1/2 years old, Jocelyn is potty trained!&lt;br /&gt;We are both so proud of Little Miss, and so happy that she is proud of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-5624264486812524769?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/5624264486812524769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=5624264486812524769&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5624264486812524769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5624264486812524769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/potty-like-rock-star.html' title='Potty Like a Rock Star'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Ss1nThArSeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k1iHAHjaod4/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-7138540628156609992</id><published>2009-10-05T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:31:27.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie is 11 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrDkRs3A0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c_-Od1Hn10U/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrDkRs3A0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c_-Od1Hn10U/s400/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389334932096484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This adorable little girl will turn one year old in exactly one month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrD0Re7lNI/AAAAAAAAAok/rzmmyNCfoBY/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrD0Re7lNI/AAAAAAAAAok/rzmmyNCfoBY/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389335206915970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrC1Fj1u1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/3VYyATlNwB4/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrC1Fj1u1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/3VYyATlNwB4/s400/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389334121383574354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is too much I could say about her.&lt;br /&gt;Her sweetness brings tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I am eternally grateful that she is part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our Little Miss Leigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-7138540628156609992?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/7138540628156609992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=7138540628156609992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7138540628156609992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7138540628156609992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/10/sophie-is-11-months.html' title='Sophie is 11 Months!'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SsrDkRs3A0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c_-Od1Hn10U/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-8255705426657726188</id><published>2009-09-23T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:59:00.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Laura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Since I composed a &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-3-ohh.html"&gt;list for Ben&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; since I am horrible with sending cards in a timely fashion---if at all---I decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; do the same for my one and only sister on her birthday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmXrRgwBFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ySgxOQ__S8Y/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmXrRgwBFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ySgxOQ__S8Y/s400/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384501599189075026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laura and I are about as different as two sisters can be.  However, there is a lot that I admire, respect, and love about this girl.  Today at 11:00 pm EST, she turns 22 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister, on her birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love Ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  Of the two of us, she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;the cuter baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmakk47e_I/AAAAAAAAAls/ZtRLFWWDtS4/s1600-h/Gin+42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmakk47e_I/AAAAAAAAAls/ZtRLFWWDtS4/s400/Gin+42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384504782666562546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  Laura is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;; the smartest in our family!  She will soon complete her Bachelor's degree in secondary education...art major with a minor in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;  She is a very talented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;.  She can paint, draw, and has an amazing eye for photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  She is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing aunt&lt;/span&gt;!  Jocee completely adores her! This is mainly because, they are so incredibly alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmer5cwhgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WFm377k3Rvs/s1600-h/l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmer5cwhgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WFm377k3Rvs/s400/l1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509306491143682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Laura would say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We are twins.  Just born at different times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;  Laura is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;!  Anyone who knows her would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnXXFO6nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/vI75-ZhCVsc/s1600-h/l15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnXXFO6nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/vI75-ZhCVsc/s400/l15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518849272932978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt; I really love her fashion sense...90% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnTg2SW0I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ev57YdgCCC8/s1600-h/l14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnTg2SW0I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ev57YdgCCC8/s400/l14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518783175121730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other 10%...she doesn't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmtnLaa7eI/AAAAAAAAAns/mSpuFgvyGjk/s1600-h/l13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmtnLaa7eI/AAAAAAAAAns/mSpuFgvyGjk/s200/l13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384525718088248802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;  She doesn't care what other people think...ever!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like when I relentlessly begged her to grow her bangs out.  She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; be growing them out now, but only because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s to.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmevTvVrlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qK5lIO0SQ5Q/s1600-h/l2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmevTvVrlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qK5lIO0SQ5Q/s400/l2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509365088005714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;  She speaks her mind, and is never hesitant to put someone in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;  She started wearing big sunglasses before they were trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhFVCb2yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/N89ibOG20Ng/s1600-h/l5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhFVCb2yI/AAAAAAAAAmU/N89ibOG20Ng/s400/l5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384511942416915234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; She is always there for her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmm8_BvAlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/LK5MIj3vG_k/s1600-h/l9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmm8_BvAlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/LK5MIj3vG_k/s400/l9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518396139209298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;  She loves animals...any and all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srme2rJbkjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/pZayjlM_uBI/s1600-h/l3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srme2rJbkjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/pZayjlM_uBI/s400/l3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509491630543410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnI3Ka-NI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZXOd9Xm9ZVw/s1600-h/l12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnI3Ka-NI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZXOd9Xm9ZVw/s400/l12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518600186591442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;  I admire Laura's ability to live in the moment.  She is only concerned with the "here and now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;  She lives without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhXXptGCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/D8LC_NDqhc4/s1600-h/l7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhXXptGCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/D8LC_NDqhc4/s400/l7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512252356139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;  Laura is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fearless&lt;/span&gt;.  Almost nothing scares her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnAF0eftI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Pq1EHSFSGBI/s1600-h/l10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnAF0eftI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Pq1EHSFSGBI/s400/l10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518449502256850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;  She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open-minded&lt;/span&gt;.  She'll try almost anything once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnEQrdjlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/lgSUAp6OyLg/s1600-h/l11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmnEQrdjlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/lgSUAp6OyLg/s400/l11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518521136713298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;  Laura is  a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free-spirit&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a bit of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmm5i1I5KI/AAAAAAAAAms/hU9FhB3mGYM/s1600-h/l8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmm5i1I5KI/AAAAAAAAAms/hU9FhB3mGYM/s400/l8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384518337030579362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;  ....and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tree-hugger&lt;/span&gt;, and a PETA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;activist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srme8m-nTqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/cD3qauss4ow/s1600-h/l4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srme8m-nTqI/AAAAAAAAAmM/cD3qauss4ow/s400/l4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509593590648482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.  &lt;/span&gt;She has the prettiest, naturally thick, naturally blonde hair that I've always been jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmxoup7HhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/pYNrcah10ug/s1600-h/Gin+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Srmxoup7HhI/AAAAAAAAAn8/pYNrcah10ug/s400/Gin+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384530142774894098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt; It's safe to say that Laura is somewhat of an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremist&lt;/span&gt;.  When she commits to something she embraces it wholeheartedly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;  Laura is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;, and has an extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expressive &lt;/span&gt;personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt; She is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;, and likes to make everything fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sro0X7vPQgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yWSglUfZuRM/s1600-h/l17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sro0X7vPQgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yWSglUfZuRM/s400/l17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384673890252308994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt; Laura will always be young at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhNoYAJhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0tzlwnHqLzM/s1600-h/l6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmhNoYAJhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0tzlwnHqLzM/s400/l6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512085046601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Laura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for being my sister!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for being such a good auntie to my girls!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for always being who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-8255705426657726188?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/8255705426657726188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=8255705426657726188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8255705426657726188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8255705426657726188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-laura.html' title='Happy Birthday, Laura!'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrmXrRgwBFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ySgxOQ__S8Y/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-1606327416069454076</id><published>2009-09-18T21:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:16:22.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Partners in Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMTnvhWt4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0C2g5v6K1J0/s1600-h/The+Girls+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMTnvhWt4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0C2g5v6K1J0/s400/The+Girls+279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382667553130067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Skype...and so does Jocee.  After Ben got home from work on Thursday, Jocee asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Talk Papa and Omie? Skype?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben took her upstairs to the desktop, and called my parents.  Within minutes Sophie and I followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to my mom, the girls started giggling and chasing each other.  They played happily for minutes on end.  Ben posted to &lt;a href="http://jetcareers.com/"&gt;his favorite site&lt;/a&gt;, and I sat on our bed listening to the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked about how we definitely have the sweetest girls ever, I thought about how happy I am that they are so close in age.  Despite all the exhausting work they can be, it's the priceless little moments like this one that make it all so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter eventually died down.&lt;br /&gt;And then...there was silence.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what this means, I asked Ben to check on them.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's bedroom door was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then heard Ben yell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, Mama!  Come here quick.  You gotta see this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSCNWGwVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/pu9FW-7Zzrg/s1600-h/DSC03768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSCNWGwVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/pu9FW-7Zzrg/s400/DSC03768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382665808789291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSWdj_cPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/l09_v_H8LTg/s1600-h/DSC03770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSWdj_cPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/l09_v_H8LTg/s400/DSC03770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666156739883250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSkAe2v-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/SnEiJz_cc7I/s1600-h/DSC03771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSkAe2v-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/SnEiJz_cc7I/s400/DSC03771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666389451882466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSzf42SDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rcr11TJpjeg/s1600-h/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMSzf42SDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rcr11TJpjeg/s400/DSC03774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382666655580440626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got into the Cetaphil lotion.&lt;br /&gt;That new container was nearly half empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we learn?&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Babies=BIG Messes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-1606327416069454076?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/1606327416069454076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=1606327416069454076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/1606327416069454076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/1606327416069454076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/partners-in-crime.html' title='Partners in Crime'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SrMTnvhWt4I/AAAAAAAAAlc/0C2g5v6K1J0/s72-c/The+Girls+279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-8853467263700535976</id><published>2009-09-11T21:47:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:32:26.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsimeO_cSI/AAAAAAAAAks/gFGw1E2w0OQ/s1600-h/The+Girls+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsimeO_cSI/AAAAAAAAAks/gFGw1E2w0OQ/s400/The+Girls+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432224170504482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Sunday we finally got to see Joe, Sara, Adam &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tafton&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been too long!  They all moved to OR about a year ago, but since Sara is now pursuing a PhD up at the U, we'll get to see them more often.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty last minute, but a lot of fun getting to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jocee&lt;/span&gt; was very excited to share her princess couch and watch "Beauty and the Beast" with them.&lt;br /&gt;(Although, sharing really isn't her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;--yet!  Adam &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tafton&lt;/span&gt; were very patient with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsaIqXaCNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MRquxDB_xDI/s1600-h/The+Girls+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsaIqXaCNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MRquxDB_xDI/s400/The+Girls+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380422915937929426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sqsbq-el67I/AAAAAAAAAj8/-Ul0l8SdOc8/s1600-h/The+Girls+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sqsbq-el67I/AAAAAAAAAj8/-Ul0l8SdOc8/s400/The+Girls+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424604963957682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally made me realize how much little girl stuff we have!  What will I do if we ever have a boy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqshP0UeoTI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QMNPG9HqgMo/s1600-h/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqshP0UeoTI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QMNPG9HqgMo/s200/ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380430735450480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle is the new favorite princess right now!  She had been asking for "Princess Belle" for a while and couldn't be happier to finally get the movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jocee&lt;/span&gt; would watch it all day if I'd let her.  She tries to sing along to all the songs (most words are wrong), and always explains what's going on in the movie to me--like I haven't seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsiYqdpVSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Sf7RsJHB1uM/s1600-h/The+Girls+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsiYqdpVSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Sf7RsJHB1uM/s400/The+Girls+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380431986935026978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer:  Our bedroom doesn't normally look like that! I had just barely gotten back from Boston at that point.  Ben was too busy with work to do much unpacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-8853467263700535976?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/8853467263700535976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=8853467263700535976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8853467263700535976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8853467263700535976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-with-cousins.html' title='Fun With Cousins'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SqsimeO_cSI/AAAAAAAAAks/gFGw1E2w0OQ/s72-c/The+Girls+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-83123847722955769</id><published>2009-09-03T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:12:58.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about had a panic attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/SqCFs581QuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a4JSi5IuU4Q/s1600-h/melted+cert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377444961597080290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/SqCFs581QuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a4JSi5IuU4Q/s400/melted+cert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g50/bdhill1979/meltedcert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I realized it was an old one. Not having this would have put me out of work till I could get a new one, and the FAA isn't known for their prompt deliveries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-83123847722955769?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/83123847722955769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=83123847722955769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/83123847722955769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/83123847722955769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-about-had-panic-attack.html' title='Just about had a panic attack'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04627641567513644127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14258076799390104016'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FBjQzRxGsag/SqCFs581QuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a4JSi5IuU4Q/s72-c/melted+cert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-7654268499783354798</id><published>2009-09-01T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:04:00.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Thumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in May I posted about how Ben bought this little tomato plant, in hopes of teaching Jocee about how things grow.  (For more about that, &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/05/botany-101.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sps17UgQnDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kl9wGexDoX0/s1600-h/JPM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sps17UgQnDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kl9wGexDoX0/s400/JPM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375949873429388338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since then, that little tomato plant  has endured a great deal.  Jocee would feed it crackers, Cheerios, chips &amp;amp; salsa, apple juice....even vinegar.  But that plant withstood the abuse, and even seemed to grow.  For a time, I wonder if maybe Jocee knew something about plants that we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN Jocee plucked nearly all of it's little green leaves off, leaving it almost naked.  We were both sure the plant was done.  Ben had tried, and his intentions were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite our surrender that plant rebounded and recovered!  Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the girls and I were all in Boston, Ben moved us into a cheaper condo.  During the commotion, he left the plant in Richard &amp;amp; Elaine's care.  They took care of it better than we ever did, and returned it to Ben in good condition once the move was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after taking the girls for a walk around the new neighborhood; I noticed this on the front porch...and laughed to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sps9Rh70IhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/id32WNkEP6Y/s1600-h/DSC03744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sps9Rh70IhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/id32WNkEP6Y/s400/DSC03744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375957951573139986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kicker...&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have the space, I want to plant a garden next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-7654268499783354798?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/7654268499783354798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=7654268499783354798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7654268499783354798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7654268499783354798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-thumb.html' title='Black Thumb'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sps17UgQnDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kl9wGexDoX0/s72-c/JPM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-3060808688204458897</id><published>2009-08-30T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:16:32.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Spsx8Mk5tKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/nrjPA5tepjU/s1600-h/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Spsx8Mk5tKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/nrjPA5tepjU/s400/DSC03732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945490434733218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no doubt about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes looking at her is just as good as looking in a mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-3060808688204458897?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3060808688204458897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=3060808688204458897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3060808688204458897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3060808688204458897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommys-girl.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Spsx8Mk5tKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/nrjPA5tepjU/s72-c/DSC03732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-5865332331035598968</id><published>2009-08-26T21:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:04:55.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SpX4mDP_SGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IVno1HQtwcw/s1600-h/sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SpX4mDP_SGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IVno1HQtwcw/s400/sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374475062927640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Fellow Passengers&lt;/span&gt; (of flight 3993),&lt;br /&gt;I am so very sorry you had to hear my oldest daughter scream her very loudest for almost the duration of the five-hour flight.  Would you believe me if I told you that, she has never thrown a tantrum like that?  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No?  Err..Neither would I!)&lt;/span&gt;  Thank you for you exceptional patience!!  Thank you for sparing me from intolerant stares and dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;(Except for you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Lady in The Denim Jumpsuit&lt;/span&gt;.  You got caught.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Person who sat in Jocee's seat before her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for sticking your chewed gum under her armrest.  It was super fun getting it out of her hair...and clothes.  You're super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Man who sat in front of us&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so calm and composed as the back of your chair was relentlessly kicked, punched and beaten by a cranky little girl.  You are amazing, and your patience outweighed all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Woman who sat next to us&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so incredibly understanding and sweet!  Thank you for playing with my baby and offering to help so much!  We were very lucky to have you sit by us.  I hope to be able to one day do the same, when my children are grown and in college, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Flight Attendants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; being so kind and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Woman waiting in line for the elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for thinking I was 16-years-old.  You made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long story short&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;While yesterday was a day I would never wish to repeat, it could have been much, much worse.  And for that, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-5865332331035598968?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/5865332331035598968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=5865332331035598968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5865332331035598968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/5865332331035598968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-at-last.html' title='Home At Last!'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SpX4mDP_SGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IVno1HQtwcw/s72-c/sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-2054300541917921471</id><published>2009-08-18T00:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:30:41.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3-Ohh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sn8HNAJFDmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Etg_64rUEEg/s1600-h/ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sn8HNAJFDmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Etg_64rUEEg/s400/ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017200806694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so hard to believe that Ben turns 30, today!  It's even harder to believe that when we met we were all of 19 &amp;amp; 23!  And here we are...almost 7 years later, &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-years-2-kids-later.html"&gt;married with 2 beautiful girls&lt;/a&gt;.  He has so many admirable qualities.  In celebration of this milestone, I have decided to compile a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;30 Reasons Why I Love,&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  One of Ben's first major selling points was that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is so easy to talk to&lt;/span&gt;.  Our entire relationship would not have worked otherwise.  We met over the phone and our first conversation lasted for over an hour...and neither of us were "phone people."  Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  I have always loved Ben's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;.  When we eventually met in person &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in the parking lot of his apartment complex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; he walked with a strong sense of purpose and made eye contact with me right away.  There was absolutely no hesitation or nervousness...and I adored him for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben has always been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chivalrous&lt;/span&gt;.  I almost never have to open a door or pull out a chair.  When we were dating he did 100% of the pursuing, and always paid for everything.  Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;  I love how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; he is!  He is the only guy I've ever dated that picked out "our song."  The songs he chose (completely on his own) were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Are You Going&lt;/span&gt;--Dave Mathews Band &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;--Incubus.  But really, he is sentimental over a lot of little things, and it has always meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  &lt;/span&gt;I also love how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family oriented&lt;/span&gt; he is.  When we were dating, he would drop everything to help his siblings.  He was always concerned about his three little sisters.  I knew that when he had a family of his own, he would be an involved husband &amp;amp; father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprisingly sweet&lt;/span&gt;.  He has a way of doing things for me when I least expect it, and when I need it most.  So many examples of this instantly come to mind.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maybe I'll post about them all later...or not :))&lt;/span&gt;  I just love that he is full of little surprises that remind me how much he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;  He is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good daddy&lt;/span&gt;!  He was absolutely meant to be a daddy of little girls.  Jocee and Sophie have him wrapped around their little fingers.  He is always mindful of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj6Wxd3B4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/FmvqVrcIQ0s/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj6Wxd3B4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/FmvqVrcIQ0s/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366314225154590594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;  He is always looking for ways to spend time with the girls.  Most recently, he has been trying to &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-too-young-to-start.html"&gt;teach Jocee how to fly fish&lt;/a&gt;.  Every morning she asks Ben, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Daddy and Jocee go fishing??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmCFiORGUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bKZ0JiL0X9Q/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmCFiORGUI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bKZ0JiL0X9Q/s400/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366463462586259778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing friend&lt;/span&gt;.  He will help his friends in any way that he can (I.E. car trouble, moving, etc...).  Most of all:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is my  be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;  I have always loved how Ben is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not judgmenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; or critical of others.  There have been times when I thought that he should be.  But instead, he tries to be understanding and see the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;  I can honestly say that he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never gossips&lt;/span&gt;.  Never.  He simply doesn't care to discuss other people's shortcomings or unfortunate situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing pilot&lt;/span&gt;!  Flying planes is not just something that he does for a living, it's something that he excels at.  He definitely has found his niche.  I am so happy that he gets to do something that he is so passionate about, as a means of supporting our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj3_qZS1RI/AAAAAAAAAes/H_O5cE0aZNw/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj3_qZS1RI/AAAAAAAAAes/H_O5cE0aZNw/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366311629096146194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmBU_MZpYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/erF3QMygi-U/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmBU_MZpYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/erF3QMygi-U/s400/aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366462628549469570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmBXQDeJFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7uVGaS7Z0TA/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmBXQDeJFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7uVGaS7Z0TA/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366462667435156562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;  When it comes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;politi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, we are on the same page.  Ben has said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not a Democrat.  I am not a Republican.  I am an Americ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n, and I want my country back."&lt;/span&gt;  --I could not agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4bxH1YFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DtO899bvErU/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4bxH1YFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DtO899bvErU/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312111938297938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;articulate&lt;/span&gt;.  He has no problem expressing himself, and always seems to know the best way to say things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrifty&lt;/span&gt;.  Somehow he is always able to find what he wants at a third of the normal price.  I never have to worry too much when he buys a new toy, or takes on a new hobby, because I know that he shopped around for months before he made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is a total&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; guy's guy&lt;/span&gt;!  Everything that he enjoys is stereotypically masculine, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmFOr1fFEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zoLkn-sNQ6M/s1600-h/bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmFOr1fFEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zoLkn-sNQ6M/s400/bbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466918320378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmFKspso0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/rIqTTMdAYik/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmFKspso0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/rIqTTMdAYik/s400/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366466849819894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4B-5cB8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/KZWAa4n6QY0/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4B-5cB8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/KZWAa4n6QY0/s400/aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366311668959414210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt; Ben is extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down-to-earth&lt;/span&gt;.  He doesn't think that he is better than anyone.  He never has to have the state-of-the-art, best of anything.  He's not concerned with appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;  He makes me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4_b6zRoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RKkont5niIg/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4_b6zRoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/RKkont5niIg/s400/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312724721780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.  &lt;/span&gt;Ben is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;innovative&lt;/span&gt;.  If he can't find something that he wants, he'll find a way to make it himself.  There have been times when he'll think of something and just create it.  Sometimes I wonder if something he has invented will get patented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben likes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be prepared&lt;/span&gt;.  He thought of food storage and 72-hour kits first.  He continually looks for ways to keep us ready for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;  He is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben has a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hands-on personality&lt;/span&gt;.  He learns best when he can physically do something.  He enjoys anything that allows him to use his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people person&lt;/span&gt;.  Almost everyone likes him.  He has a way of putting people at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chance-taker&lt;/span&gt;.  While this is something that often drives me crazy, I do admire his ability to access risk and make decisions quickly.  If he makes mistakes, they are simply lessons learned for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4n5g286I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZBAWx7dut2s/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Snj4n5g286I/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZBAWx7dut2s/s400/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312320349172642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt;  Ben is always looking for ways to improve himself.  His latest effort has been giving up caffeine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;.  This is huge!  I've always though Dr. Pepper&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (among other beverages) &lt;/span&gt;would just be something that he always drinks.  For now, he has kicked the habit!  Hopefully the health benefits will be enough for him to continue the trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.  &lt;/span&gt;He has always been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supportive &lt;/span&gt;of me, and what I want to do.  Most recently I have wanted to go back to school.  Ben is currently in the process of helping me figure out all that needs to be done to pursue this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt;  Being married to Ben has opened me up to new experiences that I would not have had otherwise.  I'm a girly girl to the core, and he has successfully taken me out of my comfort zone on several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG3iqsGdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/hiiZgqF0DJo/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG3iqsGdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/hiiZgqF0DJo/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366468719745440210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG6tzFZyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/25HaLMaJATo/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG6tzFZyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/25HaLMaJATo/s400/aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366468774273050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt;  I adore his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt;  He has the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; ever!  It's infectious.  Watching a funny movie or TV show is not complete without him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt;  And lastly, (BUT definitely NOT least)...he is really really, ridiculously good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG-bBUl-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/L7lyNLGBFVk/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SnmG-bBUl-I/AAAAAAAAAgU/L7lyNLGBFVk/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366468837951969250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ginny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-2054300541917921471?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/2054300541917921471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=2054300541917921471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/2054300541917921471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/2054300541917921471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-3-ohh.html' title='The Big 3-Ohh!!'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Sn8HNAJFDmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Etg_64rUEEg/s72-c/ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-3082010812120228971</id><published>2009-08-16T19:54:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:56:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Buggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi4zhY5sjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kZPla1L-sn4/s1600-h/Hill-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi4zhY5sjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kZPla1L-sn4/s400/Hill-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370745750914970162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie is now 9 months old!&lt;br /&gt;Recently I realized that I haven't posted much about her since she turned &lt;a href="http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/05/sophie-is-6-months-old.html"&gt;6 months old&lt;/a&gt;.  She has grown and progressed so much within the last 3 months.  Her cute personality is manifesting more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for another Sophie update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 months she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;started babbling, and has not stopped since!  True to form, her first word was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;."  She also clearly says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby!"&lt;/span&gt; while holding Jocee's dolls &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yay!!"&lt;/span&gt; while clapping.  She is definitely going to be an early talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8 months Sophie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; started crawling!  And when I went to get her this morning, she was standing in her crib!  She has been pulling herself up on things (and trying to climb) all day today.--I love it!  She has been doing things about 2 months later than Jocee did, but we are in no rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love that she is so different from her big sister.  Here are some of Sophie's cute quirks that we love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie LOVES to cuddle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gives&lt;/span&gt; hugs all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes to be tickled, and will grab people's hands so that they can tickle her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is always trying to keep up with Jocee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie wants to do anything that her big sister is doing, and tries to mimic her all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi8yLOCVGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pAxF6r3Nir4/s1600-h/Hill-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi8yLOCVGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pAxF6r3Nir4/s400/Hill-0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370750125830460514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is such a happy baby &amp;amp; laughs all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has the cutest little sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi59vF4qpI/AAAAAAAAAis/I5oOOfPyfhw/s1600-h/Hill-0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi59vF4qpI/AAAAAAAAAis/I5oOOfPyfhw/s400/Hill-0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370747025903626898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie LOVES playing with dolls!  (Partially to mimic what Jocee does.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves playing with Jocee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the two of them interact is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi5S6Jqy8I/AAAAAAAAAik/j59ZMkI7hDc/s1600-h/Hill-0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi5S6Jqy8I/AAAAAAAAAik/j59ZMkI7hDc/s400/Hill-0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370746290137910210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi5GUSdmpI/AAAAAAAAAic/NHwPtryK-is/s1600-h/Hill-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi5GUSdmpI/AAAAAAAAAic/NHwPtryK-is/s400/Hill-0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370746073815816850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could add so much more to this list.  Sophie is such an amazing little girl!  We love that she is so different from her big sister.  Getting to know her personality is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to believe that she will be ONE in less than 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;I want to savor each new phase as it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-3082010812120228971?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3082010812120228971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=3082010812120228971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3082010812120228971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/3082010812120228971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-buggy.html' title='Little Buggy'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/Soi4zhY5sjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kZPla1L-sn4/s72-c/Hill-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-8395019160315622651</id><published>2009-08-14T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:44:15.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWkg61t7-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CxluL9Uq5m0/s1600-h/Hill-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWkg61t7-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CxluL9Uq5m0/s400/Hill-0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879016166518754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month my mom had some friends from church take pictures of the girls.  She babysits their kids sometimes, so Keith offered to do some in-studio photos for free.  It was so nice of them to take time out of their busy schedules for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to look at some of Keith's work while we were there, and he is so talented!  Check out his &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://berryphotos.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;!  I wish he was around 5 years ago so he could have done the photography for our Boston reception...or even 8 years ago, for my senior portraits. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was able to get a lot of cute shots, despite what he had to work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocee decided to be extra shy and disagreeable that day.  She threw a few tantrums and refused &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; direction.  Oh, and just a few days previous she decided to chop 2-3 inches off her hair (in some spots) &amp;amp; skinned both her knees.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Little Miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWpBt-AVhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lqbjo-ljE-M/s1600-h/Hill-0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWpBt-AVhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/lqbjo-ljE-M/s400/Hill-0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369883977693812242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqUe9PwjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/f-UHU0HURIw/s1600-h/Hill-0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqUe9PwjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/f-UHU0HURIw/s400/Hill-0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369885399593239090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried jumping in a few to try and help persuade her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWkACgfjYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ynQpAC7WmMI/s1600-h/Hill-0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWkACgfjYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ynQpAC7WmMI/s400/Hill-0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369878451289296258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqwh5upFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/uHd9_ysLxbo/s1600-h/Hill-0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqwh5upFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/uHd9_ysLxbo/s400/Hill-0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369885881420129362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was amazingly good, like always!  He could have spent the whole time with her...and almost had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWjsz8zT8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/AJIIjrZEIbo/s1600-h/Hill-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWjsz8zT8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/AJIIjrZEIbo/s400/Hill-0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369878120963985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWhlu9CuVI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZWW29kz5B70/s1600-h/Hill-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWhlu9CuVI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZWW29kz5B70/s400/Hill-0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875800340478290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWhNXWJ3lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ehBUeRCF99E/s1600-h/Hill-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWhNXWJ3lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ehBUeRCF99E/s400/Hill-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875381686492754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWg7SHY7zI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zVVj8Iz5uc/s1600-h/Hill-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWg7SHY7zI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zVVj8Iz5uc/s400/Hill-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369875071044742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWi5ALAm-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/UtDDL38Bfe8/s1600-h/Hill-0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWi5ALAm-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/UtDDL38Bfe8/s400/Hill-0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369877230891604962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWpm0XLzyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/euhTmBWI1ss/s1600-h/Hill-0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWpm0XLzyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/euhTmBWI1ss/s400/Hill-0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369884615065194274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWn6qsqVfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Dz1q7NhxILU/s1600-h/Hill-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWn6qsqVfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Dz1q7NhxILU/s400/Hill-0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369882757045048818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqAieBIYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l0VdnO78CL4/s1600-h/Hill-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWqAieBIYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/l0VdnO78CL4/s400/Hill-0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369885056938615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-8395019160315622651?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/8395019160315622651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=8395019160315622651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8395019160315622651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/8395019160315622651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/hill-girls.html' title='Hill Girls'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SoWkg61t7-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/CxluL9Uq5m0/s72-c/Hill-0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-7723191115956595082</id><published>2009-07-20T20:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:32:12.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously So Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves lately is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;braggy&lt;/span&gt; blogs.  What is the point?  I must have missed the memo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like there are a lot of people who set up family blogs, just so they can brag.  If you judge these people's lives solely by what they chose to post on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, everything just seems too perfect.   It's as if they try to paint a pretty little picture of what they want their lives to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's all just smoke and mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few nights ago I came across &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a spoof on stereotypical Utah/Mormon girls' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I have been laughing almost non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...&lt;br /&gt;If I ever come across this way, please feel free to punch me in  the face.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/813290166622192427-7723191115956595082?l=benandginnyhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/feeds/7723191115956595082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=813290166622192427&amp;postID=7723191115956595082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7723191115956595082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/813290166622192427/posts/default/7723191115956595082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benandginnyhill.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-so-blessed.html' title='Seriously So Blessed!'/><author><name>The Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779678616469907365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09822301145360254934'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813290166622192427.post-7320288311602520303</id><published>2009-07-19T19:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:59:33.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Meme!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFQHWJA_I/AAAAAAAAAek/Gz-cS95PvP8/s1600-h/tsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFQHWJA_I/AAAAAAAAAek/Gz-cS95PvP8/s400/tsp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344862141514738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a commonly known fact that the ONLY pizza I like is from Town Spa in Stoughton, MA.  It's amazing!  Whenever I visit, I never seem to get my fill of it.  Then later on throughout the year, I find myself craving it.  But nothing else will do.&lt;br /&gt;Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Meme this while we sat at the lake on Monday.  I'd heard that she makes pizza similar to "The Spa" and asked her for the recipe.  She is so sweet!  She offered to have us over on Saturday (yesterday) for pizza.  She was more than happy when I asked if I could make it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited!  I love spending time with her, but I've never got to cook with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on one of the hottest, most humid days of the year, I found myself in an even hotter kitchen receiving words of wisdom from my grandmother! &lt;br /&gt;(...and loving every minute of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus:&lt;br /&gt;We were able to cook uninterrupted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFHYr9vgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2HkbCC4qjZk/s1600-h/joceelil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFHYr9vgI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2HkbCC4qjZk/s400/joceelil1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344712177630722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Maureen, and Lil came up, too!  Chris is Italian and loves to cook, so he joined us and gave some of his own pizza tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFLBSVR2I/AAAAAAAAAec/mTbQlAhA75U/s1600-h/Joceelil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1WjyqQm1xR8/SmPFLBSVR2I/AAAAAAAAAec/mTbQlAhA75U/s400/Joceelil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360344774615582562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so grateful for my grandmother!  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