<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374</id><updated>2011-08-15T10:21:51.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life with haylee lynn...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-239324758067050757</id><published>2010-05-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:19:31.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>I am officially the world's worst blogger... I am on a computer at work ALL day long so when I get home that is the last thing I want to do. In order to start blogging like I should I have decided why not just do it while I am getting paid! The main reason I am even attempting to be better is because my sissy Lesley decided to leave us and move to Oregon... She left on Sunday and we are really sad =( but happy that their wish is coming true! This means we have a vacation spot already picked out and I am so excited to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Haylee because she is what this blog is all about... Since I haven't blogged in so long I am going to talk about randomness. When she wakes up she has started saying "I'm up for the morning", and it's even better when she doesn't want to go to bed at night because she tries to come downstairs all cute saying "Mommy, I'm up for the morning"! Another new thing she has started saying is "I want to eat dinner". It doesn't matter what time of day it is, if she is hungry that is what she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally convinced Jimmy to watch Avatar on Saturday and of course Haylee didn't want to go to bed so I let her stay up for a little of it, and she kept saying "Mommy, they have tails" while giggling. It is so adorable to see her grow and learn. The innocence seriously takes my breathe away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no interest in potty training and my philosophy is why rush it. She will eventually go on the potty and that's all that matters. I don't mind changing diapers and in some ways it is more convenient because I haven't had to time any outings yet. Soon enough I will have her in big girl panties and may miss the smell of a fresh diaper on her little booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now (Lesley). I hope to post again this week and I may even include a photo... (if your lucky) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-239324758067050757?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/239324758067050757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=239324758067050757' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/239324758067050757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/239324758067050757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-4505130010814005411</id><published>2009-05-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:00:54.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really...</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying this month has been very difficult. Jimmy and I bought another house (Yay!) and we even found renters for our old house (Yay!!). The renters want to move in AS SOON AS POSSIBLE which shouldn't have been a problem since our house was due to close on 04/30/09, so everything was going to work out perfect. Wrong!! Let's see, what is today... May 12th? The house still hasn't closed!! For some reason the seller doesn't like signing paper work so we are just patiently waiting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and signed all of the loan doc's last week and I found out my license expired! Really?? I was hoping that they would accept it anyway, but no such luck. They made me go get a new one. Yesterday I went to DMV and was there for 3 HOURS! Then I didn't even get my driver's license. They now mail it to you. Does anyone know when that changed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to finally be in the new house. It is so big (compared to our first house) and I love it! Hopefully everything will work out soon and we can move so I can start posting again (not that I did that often anyway).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-4505130010814005411?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4505130010814005411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=4505130010814005411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/4505130010814005411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/4505130010814005411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/really.html' title='Really...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-14572502737362733</id><published>2009-03-31T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:18:30.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Tables have Turned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SdKHI10NV7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mCUoS1mQ-nA/s1600-h/jimmy%26stacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SdKHI10NV7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mCUoS1mQ-nA/s320/jimmy%26stacey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319462695832737714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Haylee was a baby she has loved her mommy and daddy, but she has pretty much always wanted me to hold her from naptime, and would cry when I would leave. Jimmy has always been the fun, playful daddy. Haylee loves it, but sometimes gets sick of him messing with her and comes running to me. Obviously Jimmy loves that Haylee loves her mommy, but I think sometimes it has hurt his feelings when she always wanted to come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the tables have now turned. All weekend long her new line was "hi daddy". She said it ALL day EVERY day. It is actually really cute the way she says it and I think it makes Jimmy feel good. Then she decided she wanted daddy instead of mommy and opened her arms for him to hold her. After that we had to take him to pick up his blazer. When I dropped him off she started flipping out. Crying and screaming yelling "daddy"!! I think he was in shock. I think I was in shock. It is so precious seeing her addicted to her daddy, but a part of me is sad that she isn't addicted to me anymore... I asked him why she loves him and not me. His answer was "I give her m&amp;m's. If you start giving her m&amp;m's she will love you"! He wasn't even trying to be funny but it cracked me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Jimmy. I want him to know how much his girls love him. I don't know what we would do without his constant humor and playful jokes. He is the best dad and boyfriend a girl could ask for... We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This picture was taken by my sister Lesley. Isn't she good... BTW, Jimmy isn't going to like me posting this picture. Sorry honey but this is the most recent picture that we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-14572502737362733?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/14572502737362733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=14572502737362733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/14572502737362733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/14572502737362733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-tables-have-turned.html' title='How the Tables have Turned...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SdKHI10NV7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mCUoS1mQ-nA/s72-c/jimmy%26stacey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-5677357752038864064</id><published>2009-03-24T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:31:11.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SclQMUuG1DI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5Ep6plJWIU/s1600-h/haylee-red+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SclQMUuG1DI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5Ep6plJWIU/s320/haylee-red+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869007738328114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Rachel and I took Haylee to the mall a couple of weeks ago. I don't know about your children but I know little Haylee bean hates her stroller. She cries, whines and pulls to get out. It is rather difficult trying on clothes with her acting the way she does. I managed to get through it and bought a couple shirts and on we went to many other stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel kept asking if I wanted her to take Haylee out but I think she just really wanted to hold her so I told her that was fine. Her and Haylee had a great time with each other. Rachel was holding her and letting her walk while holding her hand. Haylee was in heaven. Then all of the sudden she takes off. We go running after her thinking where the heck is she going?? Sure enough there was an Elmo station... That little booth must make loads of money off parents like myself. There was NO WAY I was going to tell my little bean no after she was shaking her booty to the music screaming ELMO! ELMO!! So I got suckered in to a CD that is personalized so Elmo constantly says Haylee throughout the whole CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put it in on the way home and were shaking our heads to the music (Haylee included). That girl LOVES to dance!! The next day I play it again while I am taking her to Kelly's. Elmo starts off by singing his "La la la la"... So Haylee says after him "La la la"!! So cute! Then Elmo says "Haylee, do you know how to get to Sesame Street"?? My little bean says "NO"!! Are you kidding me? It was one of the cutest things I think I have witnessed so far. Man I love that girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering if I am satisfied with the Elmo CD I say of course. I will say that it gets old really quick, but I can't help but get satisfaction out of seeing her moving and grooving to it. She definitely runs our house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-5677357752038864064?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5677357752038864064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=5677357752038864064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/5677357752038864064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/5677357752038864064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-la-la-la.html' title='La la la la...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SclQMUuG1DI/AAAAAAAAADs/q5Ep6plJWIU/s72-c/haylee-red+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-1509560656132912799</id><published>2009-01-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:45:24.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SXYbjC7JkkI/AAAAAAAAADU/OiJ5zDcXFes/s1600-h/me%26haylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SXYbjC7JkkI/AAAAAAAAADU/OiJ5zDcXFes/s320/me%26haylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293448700914930242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out so awesome I thought I should share it with you. I want to start off by saying I hate mornings. Dread getting up, wait until the last possible second before I get out of bed, and am usually late because of it. For some reason this morning was a little easier than most and found myself actually being on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up Haylee, get her dressed, grab our stuff and head out the door. We are making great time! I am thinking I am actually going to be on time today.  Hoorah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in the car, I strap Haylee in, jump in the driver’s seat and… where are my keys? I check my purse... not there. I run back inside to check the table... not there. Hmm, where did I put them? Oh, that’s right. Jimmy pulled my car in last night. I wonder where he put them. Why don’t I call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Hi honey!&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Where are my keys?&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Did you check the table?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Did you check your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Did you check the kitchen counters?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Yes! Should I throw everything off of them to double check?&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: No. What about the coffee table. Did you check there?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Yes! Where are my keys???&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: I don’t know honey I’m not there.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Well you had my keys last. Where could they be?&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Check my shorts. They shouldn’t be there but check in case.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: They are not there. Ugh! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking with no luck. I decide to call him back hoping he remembers where he put them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: I can’t find my keys. This is ridiculous. I am going to be so late to work.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Giggle, giggle. I don’t know where they could be.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: You think this is funny!!!! This is not funny! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next call is to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hi Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Mom I can’t find my keys anywhere. Jimmy had them last and I don’t   know where he put them. What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What about your spare key?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: We lost that one a long time ago. I am going to be so late!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Do you want me to come get you?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all I have to say is I feel bad for Haylee at this point. I was so stressed out and she could totally tell and so she started getting fussy too. We get out of the car and go back in the house and wait for my mom. Jimmy keeps calling me and I won’t answer because I am so mad. He doesn’t stop so I finally answer. Here is a rundown of how our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: Did you find them?&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: No!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy: I’m coming home to get you.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey: My mom is already on her way. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gets to my house and is trying to help me think of where they could be. She says, Stacey did you check his bathroom? That is usually what men do right before they go to bed. I tell her I already checked there. She tells me to check again. I go for his shorts again and as I pick them up I see something below hidden somewhat underneath a massive collection of magazines. What do ya know… it was my keys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? How did they end up there? And furthermore how did my mom know they were there? When will I become psychic? Does it develop at a certain age or when my child reaches a certain age? At this point Haylee is over me and my drama so she wants her Grandma. She won’t come to me. She wants to be with someone nice and calm. Whatever Haylee get in the car! I love mornings like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today I don’t think Jimmy will misplace my keys anytime soon. I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t like it when psycho Stacey appears. Who knows, maybe he likes it when I am a crazy lunatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to end by saying thank you to Haylee for dealing with her mommy this morning and thanks to my mommy for helping me. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This picture was taken by Auntie Lesley! Thanks Auntie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-1509560656132912799?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1509560656132912799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=1509560656132912799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/1509560656132912799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/1509560656132912799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-started-out-so-awesome-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SXYbjC7JkkI/AAAAAAAAADU/OiJ5zDcXFes/s72-c/me%26haylee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-3007064898673041684</id><published>2009-01-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:00:28.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i catch a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWt1C9UORpI/AAAAAAAAADM/o8KGwAYkxXo/s1600-h/haylee+binkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWt1C9UORpI/AAAAAAAAADM/o8KGwAYkxXo/s320/haylee+binkie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290450880956352146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Photo taken by Auntie Kristy.. Thank  you Auntie Kristy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wanted to take off a little time around the holidays because I haven't taken off any time (other than I have Fridays off which I absolutely love). So I thought what a great idea taking off some time but only using a few vacation days because we are off a few days anyway. So I took off the week of New Year's which ended up being from Thursday 12/25/08 to Sunday 01/04/08. It was awesome!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haylee and I had so much fun hanging out. We went to Auntie Dara's to see her and the boys and she gave Haylee the coolest little table and chairs for her to sit and color at. Then we had a little photo shoot with Auntie Lesley so she could get some more pictures of Haylee since the first go around didn't go so well (other post to come about her shoot). We also had some momma, daddy and Haylee time since he was off from Thursday 1/1/08 to Sunday. Life couldn't have been better. I was able to sleep in EVERY day until about 8am. I really couldn't ask for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday morning came and it was time to go to work. Boo!!! So we head off to Kelly's so I can drop my little bean off and get to work. Let me tell you. It was already getting a little hard dropping her off because she would get fussy, but that did not compare to how she was on Monday. She was wrapping her legs around me so I could not put her down. She would cry when Kelly was trying to take her (and she likes Kelly), and she kept saying "NO WAY"... break my heart, stomp on it, and then throw it in the garbage. It sucked!!! I finally told Kelly to just take her because I had to get to work (and of course was already late) and I left with her crying. Kelly said she stopped soon after I left which is good, but I can't take that everyday. I already hate leaving her as it is, please Haylee... don't make it harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say today was a little easier thanks to Auntie Kristy. She gave me a toy puppy that talks on Saturday when I saw her and I left it in my car. Today when we got in the car Haylee saw it and immediately wanted it. She was talking with it and laughing at it and when it said "I love you" she said "I love you" back to it. It was so darn cute! So when I got to Kelly's I decided to bring the toy in with us since it was such a hit in the car. She was just hugging it so I set her down and she was fine. Then I walked to the door and told her bye and she just kept hugging the puppy. I think that is her new best friend! Thank you Auntie Kristy... You saved my life today!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am officially done whining and seriously need to get to work. My next post is on her photo shoot because her pictures turned out awesome thanks to her Auntie Lesley... Stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-3007064898673041684?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3007064898673041684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=3007064898673041684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/3007064898673041684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/3007064898673041684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-catch-brake.html' title='can i catch a break...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWt1C9UORpI/AAAAAAAAADM/o8KGwAYkxXo/s72-c/haylee+binkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-6927166779914821244</id><published>2009-01-04T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:39:07.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shout out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWFi5fVqEnI/AAAAAAAAADE/fVxOomKQe6w/s1600-h/kristy+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287616177314075250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWFi5fVqEnI/AAAAAAAAADE/fVxOomKQe6w/s320/kristy+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kristy and I at Lesley's baby shower. These were the skinny&lt;br /&gt;days (well at least for me). Kristy is still skinny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I never posted a thank you to my sissy Kristy for re-doing my page. Isn’t it gorgeous? I am not computer savvy, nor do I want to be, so thank goodness my other sissy’s are! I think because I am on a computer at work all day long that is the last thing I want to do for fun at home. That is also why I never post. However, I really am trying to get better so Jimmy, Haylee and I can look back and have vivid memories of our past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Somehow I steered from my original post. Again, thank you Kristy for all you do for me. I love, love, love my new page. Every time I go to it I love it even more…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BTW, I totally stole this posting idea from Ange. I saw it on her blog and thought what a great idea! Sorry Ange =). Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-6927166779914821244?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6927166779914821244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=6927166779914821244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/6927166779914821244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/6927166779914821244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/shout-out.html' title='shout out...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SWFi5fVqEnI/AAAAAAAAADE/fVxOomKQe6w/s72-c/kristy+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-8676681357189145980</id><published>2009-01-03T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:17:56.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to start off by saying I am the worst blogger out of all my sisters. The only reason I am preparing this post right now is because I don't want to hear why I never post again (at least for a little while). My sister Lesley deleted me from her page for goodness sake because I hadn't done a post since February. Who deletes their sister from their blog?? Lesson learned sissy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I begin? Should I start with how sweet, innocent, intelligent and funny my little girl is or should I get into the temper tantrum fiesty little girl I have? I guess I will start with sweet. Haylee is so sweet. She always gives us kissies when you ask and she even makes the kiss noise (muah) when she gives them. Not as generous with hugs but thats okay. I will take whatever I can get... She is so innocent. I watch her learn new things every day and she gets so excited it makes me laugh. The smallest things intrigue her and I find it fascinating. Anything from finding a leaf on the ground to realizing that she can color on a piece of paper without eating the crayons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287161077378364914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SV_E_L9otfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QOh9NvGd3gU/s320/haylee+turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't she look so sweet and innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this picture? Picture taken by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auntie Lesley. Thanks Auntie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haylee is so smart. I know we all think our kids are smart, but I really think she is. She is a talker or shall I say mocking bird! Everything we say she says. I can't believe her vocabulary these days. She says things like mommy, dada, water, ba ba, halloween, poo poo, no (of course), pretty, tree, moon, and her latest... I love you! When I tell her I love you sometimes she says it back now and it seriously melts my heart. Jimmy and I are amazed at the things she can say. It is truly amazing how she has gone from a newborn that didn't do anything but eat, cry, sleep and poop to a walking, talking angel. When I tell her let's eat she runs to her highchair screaming EAT.. EAT.. and when I tell her let's change your diaper she runs to her bedroom yelling DIAPER.. DIAPER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has learned the art of tantrums. Within the last month she has realized that she can not only cry, but fall to the ground crying while kicking, waving her arms violently and scream all at the same time. The first time she did it Jimmy and I were staring at her and looking at eachother like what do we do? She has been so good for so long we didn't know how to calm our child down. We tried ignoring her and that didn't work so then I tried to help but instead got hit by her vigorous hands so we finally did what any sane parent would do. We tried to distract her by showing her everyone's Christmas lights. Getting her in the car was a little difficult but once we started driving and showed her lights is all she kept saying was lights, lights. So we drove and drove finding as many lights as we could. Let me tell you, these tantrums are so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all I have to say is my mom was a rock star. She took care of her husband and 6 children of which she had by the time she was 30 so we are close in age, and I don't remember her every really freaking out that bad. I do remember her always saying something about wanting to go on a vacation, and we would get all excited wondering where we were going, and then she would mumble something under her breathe about wanting a vacation away from kids, but who can blame her? I surely don't. I'm surprised she is still sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287162646494099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SV_GahX-ubI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8FyvcuBa6CY/s320/haylee+and+gma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is for you mom (for having to put up with&lt;br /&gt;all of us)! This picture is also for Grandma Bea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma!!! Picture taken by Auntie&lt;br /&gt;Lesley. Thanks Auntie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this post is long enough now. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-8676681357189145980?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8676681357189145980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=8676681357189145980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/8676681357189145980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/8676681357189145980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-do-it.html' title='you can do it...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/SV_E_L9otfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QOh9NvGd3gU/s72-c/haylee+turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-4175527213043850025</id><published>2008-12-03T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:21:05.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>could i be the suckiest blogger ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/STbpvhKQK0I/AAAAAAAAABg/cD-qOgRx6h0/s1600-h/haylee+costume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275661016075610946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/STbpvhKQK0I/AAAAAAAAABg/cD-qOgRx6h0/s320/haylee+costume.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know I totally suck and haven't posted anything in forever, but I thought this picture was so cute I had to post it. I am at work and don't have time to fill everyone in on how things are going, but in the meantime look at precious Haylee in her Halloween costume. She is a pirate... errr!! Isn't she the cutest pirate you've ever seen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Better posts are on their way... hopefully sooner than later =)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. Don't mind the laundry basket in the background... I think that is its' permanent location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-4175527213043850025?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4175527213043850025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=4175527213043850025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/4175527213043850025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/4175527213043850025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-i-be-suckiest-blogger-ever.html' title='could i be the suckiest blogger ever...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/STbpvhKQK0I/AAAAAAAAABg/cD-qOgRx6h0/s72-c/haylee+costume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-6672277623992442395</id><published>2008-02-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:41:16.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R7tpt0ZEyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ze9dddnuxfY/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841233216620706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R7tpt0ZEyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ze9dddnuxfY/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haylee's daddy decided to head to california today with his brother for a concert (iron madden) and he isn't coming home until tomorrow... this means i get to do everything all by myself. tonight won't really make a difference because i am the one that picks her up and i usually feed her and put her to bed, but tomorrow is going to be a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haylee's daddy decided about a month ago that he would give her all of her morning bottles on the days i work which has been awesome!! i am in charge of diaper changes and diaper bag but he does the feeding so i don't have to get up that early and i love it! he also drops her off in the morning too which is also nice because if i had to do it i would be late! i am not a morning person at all! so not only do i have to feed her, get her ready, get the diaper bag ready but i also have to drop her off and still try to make it to work by 7:30am. i don't know what you are thinking but i am thinking being on time probably isn't going to happen???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of this probably sounds like a piece of cake to the rest of you, but it is going to be somewhat challenging for me because i am not used to doing everything. i think i am going to give my honey some goodies when he gets back for realizing how much he helps with chubbs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my babies!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-6672277623992442395?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6672277623992442395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=6672277623992442395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/6672277623992442395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/6672277623992442395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-do.html' title='what to do...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R7tpt0ZEyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ze9dddnuxfY/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-851378078408326812</id><published>2008-02-08T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:41:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where does the time go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R63ZGUZEyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQ2Pa0kwpP4/s1600-h/haylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165023050240149618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R63ZGUZEyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQ2Pa0kwpP4/s320/haylee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken by haylee's auntie lesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not believe it... my little tiny baby is 6 months old! where does the time go?? i still remember when she was kicking me 24/7 in my belly and now she is this beautiful, fiesty, attention havin baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in case you are wondering why i say "attention havin" i will explain what i mean. it seems like everytime i pick up haylee from nancy's (haylee's auntie and "nanny") she is always thriving for attention. if we try to talk at all she will start yelling and screaming to get our attention so i have to go pick her up and hold her so she can be included. the other day she was having one of her "i want your attention right now" moments, so nancy and i decided to play a game with her. nancy held her youngest (bella - 5 years old) right in front of haylee and was kissing and hugging on her saying this is my baby, and i am not joking, haylee was getting mad! it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has started babbling which is so much fun listening too. her new words are ba-ba-ba and da-da-da... when she wakes up in the morning she very quietly starts talking and it makes it so much more precious because she is talking so soft and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we got to spend tuesday with haylee's auntie kristy and cousins alexee, braiden and carter and we had so much fun!!! carter is getting so big! haylee had a great time growling and yelling. i think it was crackin up her auntie kristy. she let me know that i will probably have my hands full with haylee bean. i can't wait. everyday she shows us more and more of her personality. she is so special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have i told you how much she loves her jumparoo?? thanks to her auntie kristy she gets to jump up and down and has the best time doing it! forget the exersaucer... she is all about her jumparoo! i have decided she likes anything rough (i think that is why she loves her daddy so much)... every morning (well it is pretty much all day) she loves to smack us in the face with her hands. it is her new thing she does. if we try to get up close she swats at us until she hits us and she gets this smirk like ha ha i got you!! i swear everyday i think how could i love this baby anymore, and then somehow i do. sometimes i think my heart is going to burst it is filled with so much love for chubbs and her daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished my post! i have been working on this post since last friday. how sad am i? it is time to go so i shall end with happy valentines day... get naked and have fun! haylee did and she liked it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167037587470469266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R7UBT0ZEyJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6GlY7FyyuLU/s320/Haylee+Naked.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken by haylee's auntie nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-851378078408326812?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/851378078408326812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=851378078408326812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/851378078408326812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/851378078408326812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-does-time-go.html' title='where does the time go...'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R63ZGUZEyHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQ2Pa0kwpP4/s72-c/haylee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525283884897221374.post-2914524939752339815</id><published>2008-01-19T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:41:17.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally... i am officially part of the "club"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R5I3yO9cFYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ebl23pCNuOQ/s1600-h/haylee+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157245859441415554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R5I3yO9cFYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ebl23pCNuOQ/s320/haylee+eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who is this you ask?? this is haylee lynn... she was born on august 9, 2007 at 11:16am. she was 7 lbs 5 ounces and 18 inches long. it has only taken me 5 months to set this up!! i think i am doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where to start... maybe i'll just start from the beginning... well, labor sucked (and mine wasn't even that bad)! who ever would decide to have 6 must be insane... just kidding mom!! i hate hospitals so having to stay there from early thursday morning to saturday afternoon was too much. once we got home i think i was still a little medicated because i remember feeling confident about motherhood... ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first month was a little rough (scratch that... it was really hard)! i don't remember being pregnant thinking "what if i have a hard baby"... i just remember thinking "oh my gosh, i am going to have a baby". was i in for a rude awakening or what? i look back now and realize i am pretty sure i was starving my baby... she just cried and cried and my doctor told me to only breastfeed every 2 hours no matter what. so that is what i did, and in between poor haylee would just cry. i'm sorry honey!! i don't think that was all of your frustration though. i am pretty sure you didn't know how to take this huge world when you were so used to your little apartment in my belly... you figured it out though and are so much happier now! it could also be because i started feeding you more too (i eventually gave up on breastfeeding after 1 month). it was for both our sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first month it started getting easier. not easy, easier... i am now back to work (i went back after haylee was 3 1/2 months old). it wasn't fun but obviously i survived. i only work 4 days instead of 5 so at least i get more time with my haylee bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has already starting rolling from her back to her stomach, but has only rolled from her stomach to back a few times. her new thing is when i put her down for a nap, she just rolls over on her belly and then cries because she gets stuck, so with each nap i probably go in 5 times to roll her back over and pray she finally goes to sleep. it's a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to talk, and make weird sounds with her mouth which is adorable. she also loves to stand. when i try to take her hands to put her to a sitting position she makes me let her come all the way up to a standing position and stands for a very long time. i think she is going to have her daddy's strength! that should be fun for me when she gets older... she loves her daddy's beard... just kidding! she pushes him away when he tries to give her all of his kisses because i think the beard hurts her cheeks. she loves him very much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is such a happy baby. she is always smiling. as soon as she wakes up from naps she instantly smiles at us and it seriously melts my heart... she used to sleep the entire night until about 6:30am, but for about a week now she decided to wake up at 2am and roll on to her stomach and talk and talk and then start yelling because she is stuck. so me and daddy (shame on us) grab her and put her in between us because we are not about to get up with her at 2 in the morning. what is she, crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all i can think of for now, and this post is getting way too long, and my sweet angel just woke up so i will end with "we love chubbs"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8525283884897221374-2914524939752339815?l=hayleelynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2914524939752339815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8525283884897221374&amp;postID=2914524939752339815' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/2914524939752339815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8525283884897221374/posts/default/2914524939752339815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayleelynn.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-i-am-officially-part-of-club.html' title='finally... i am officially part of the &quot;club&quot;'/><author><name>haylee lynn...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15814634479498060968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/ST29Y3R8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D1eTTV53MWY/S220/xmas+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X08TkBhjDTc/R5I3yO9cFYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ebl23pCNuOQ/s72-c/haylee+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
