<?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-3455012928736657199</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:51:13.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brody's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>"Big" compared to my baby sister</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-3935441930493570965</id><published>2010-11-07T21:27:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:34:41.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I have been looking forward to this Halloween since November 1st last year. I actually picked my own costume this time and even kept a hat on my head! I wanted to be a police officer so naturally Mya had to dress up as a prisoner (a super cute and innocent one though). We both loved collecting treats from our neighbors and then not sharing one single bite with one another once we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539616899125115730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsODgae1I/AAAAAAAABi4/18JXNvCKnW4/s320/October%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539616896293994082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsN49a_mI/AAAAAAAABiw/5nIyEL-wpmY/s320/October%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya was tired of holding her bag so she decided to wear it around her neck (and despite the obvious strangulation hazzard, my folks didn't stop her). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsOs6htfI/AAAAAAAABjI/A7s7kO_Q5rI/s1600/October%2B083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539616910240495090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsOs6htfI/AAAAAAAABjI/A7s7kO_Q5rI/s320/October%2B083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsO7tk69I/AAAAAAAABjQ/967Y2HdS_6E/s1600/October%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539616914212711378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsO7tk69I/AAAAAAAABjQ/967Y2HdS_6E/s320/October%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out some of my/our past Halloweens: &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/qt-butt-md.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-fun.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-3935441930493570965?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/3935441930493570965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=3935441930493570965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3935441930493570965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3935441930493570965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TOCsODgae1I/AAAAAAAABi4/18JXNvCKnW4/s72-c/October%2B063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-332015719251865749</id><published>2010-11-06T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:32:28.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>It has been an annual fall tradition to jump start our allergies by visiting the pumpkin patch.  Another constant is Mya refusing to be in a "posed" picture with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5536626874908100993%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-332015719251865749?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/332015719251865749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=332015719251865749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/332015719251865749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/332015719251865749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6677093330709859155</id><published>2010-10-10T20:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:16:25.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>After Labor Day, we finally started school! Boy, was I ready to head back. Mom was running out of activities, and I was getting so tired of going to the gym. You'd think that my mom would have her high school figure back by how much we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first we had Meet the Teacher.  I was very excited to finally see my new preschool teachers and classroom.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592246921721570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJmXhAyduI/AAAAAAAABf8/_RSdDUXE0ZU/s320/Sept+135.JPG" /&gt; This is Mya's first time in Mother's Day Out so she had no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJsUFxBylI/AAAAAAAABhI/TTiNZ8WuMUI/s1600/Sept+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526598785138018898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJsUFxBylI/AAAAAAAABhI/TTiNZ8WuMUI/s320/Sept+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day started out uneventfully. I did forget to tell my mom goodbye, but she understood that I wanted to get to work (and she was embarrassing me with all the picture taking). However, my sweet sister didn't know what was about to happen- she was left there for a whole five hours! The horror! She barely ate and didn't sleep, but she did survive her first day. Now she doesn't even cry when she is dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5526594734246487585%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6677093330709859155?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6677093330709859155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6677093330709859155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6677093330709859155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6677093330709859155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJmXhAyduI/AAAAAAAABf8/_RSdDUXE0ZU/s72-c/Sept+135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1504401007561045266</id><published>2010-09-09T21:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:06:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to San Antonio</title><content type='html'>For Labor Day weekend, we trekked down to San Antonio to visit Lola and Papo. It was actually another "Termulo gathering" because my cousins came also. It was a first to have all of us staying under one roof (the last time we were all together in S.A., Mya wasn't born yet). I had so much fun with my cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and of course riding on the infamous golf cart! My sister especially liked playing with Reese. I guess she gets tired of her big brother bossing her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5526580509013340833%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya actually slept for an hour on the way down there but coming back home was a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526587329793009058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJh5TR8paI/AAAAAAAABf0/8BPUrBNOKaM/s320/Sleeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1504401007561045266?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1504401007561045266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1504401007561045266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1504401007561045266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1504401007561045266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-to-san-antonio.html' title='Trip to San Antonio'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TLJh5TR8paI/AAAAAAAABf0/8BPUrBNOKaM/s72-c/Sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7153985704957117856</id><published>2010-08-22T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:22:30.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Haircut</title><content type='html'>Mya's hair was getting a bit long &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/myas-first-haircut.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt; (but still not as &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-hair-days.html"&gt;out of control&lt;/a&gt; as it was previously), so we took her took get it trimmed up. We spared Nona the hassle since it was time for me to get one, too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515117522232736178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImiKoc2-bI/AAAAAAAABeg/0mew6P05-e4/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515117504473284418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImiJmSrP0I/AAAAAAAABeQ/jH9x8A80mzg/s320/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515117514705632162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImiKMaQe6I/AAAAAAAABeY/McEB1MqmHRo/s320/080.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, that is me sitting in a pink Jeep.  Yes, I chose that pink Jeep over the red Corvette this time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7153985704957117856?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7153985704957117856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7153985704957117856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7153985704957117856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7153985704957117856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-haircut.html' title='Another Haircut'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImiKoc2-bI/AAAAAAAABeg/0mew6P05-e4/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4844204118072508164</id><published>2010-07-30T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:44:19.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Bible School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImbM5OwZII/AAAAAAAABd4/To2jFHAMvSs/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515109864515331202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImbM5OwZII/AAAAAAAABd4/To2jFHAMvSs/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mom was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; extremely excited that this summer I am old enough to go to Vacation Bible School. Actually, I went to two different churches (we don't discriminate when it comes to summer activities). I had a lot of fun both weeks and actually enjoyed seeing another church besides our own. My mom was especially glad that there was another fun and age-appropriate way for me to learn about God; I know this because every day she thanked Him for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; when she dropped me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4844204118072508164?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4844204118072508164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4844204118072508164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4844204118072508164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4844204118072508164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-bible-school.html' title='Vacation Bible School'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImbM5OwZII/AAAAAAAABd4/To2jFHAMvSs/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4151908064403203818</id><published>2010-07-15T21:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:25:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the anniversary that America declared independence from the England, mom dressed us up in patriotic colors and attempted to take pictures of us &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;. We went to see fireworks.  Actually, Nona was nice enough to stay at home while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; slept and my folks took me out WAY past my bedtime- and we were ALL feeling it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515102944181753554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImU6E-qFtI/AAAAAAAABdY/ihugU-7ds-M/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515102972652692946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImU7vCqJdI/AAAAAAAABdo/ZQqEfYsEDLQ/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515102955440065282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImU6u62SwI/AAAAAAAABdg/WOewmvYVmrc/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515102978285839890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImU8EBtJhI/AAAAAAAABdw/Fae8zHW-tew/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4151908064403203818?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4151908064403203818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4151908064403203818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4151908064403203818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4151908064403203818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TImU6E-qFtI/AAAAAAAABdY/ihugU-7ds-M/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1961922566095810601</id><published>2010-07-01T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:16:54.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy belated Father's Day to my awesome Dad, Papa, and Papo! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494335339416053474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TD_M4YbE5uI/AAAAAAAABcw/r66vwxRMNK4/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494335349606078866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TD_M4-YkWZI/AAAAAAAABc4/nJteA0Kkudc/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494337406909030066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TD_Owub0HrI/AAAAAAAABdA/SSM_eld_MN4/s320/029.JPG" /&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/3455012928736657199-1961922566095810601?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1961922566095810601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1961922566095810601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1961922566095810601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1961922566095810601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/07/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TD_M4YbE5uI/AAAAAAAABcw/r66vwxRMNK4/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7656613204218249986</id><published>2010-05-31T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:22:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR!</title><content type='html'>It's official. I turned four years old on the 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. But, of course, the celebrations were spread out over a week's period. First, I brought cupcakes to school a week early on the 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (all of our birthdays are around the same time so we're assigned a specific day to bring treats). The whole school decided to recognize my big day by making it Hawaiian Spirit Day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, it was a coincidence but still a nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478734579671266258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TAhgEpf0c9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/Soe0-PpXdgI/s320/May+056.JPG" /&gt;My party on the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was with my playgroup friends at the new McDonald's (Mom got REALLY lazy this year). Who knew that 20 kids and their moms could fit into the play area there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5480211710105655121%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my actual birthday I ate birthday pancakes for breakfast, went to playgroup at the mall for lunch, and had dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gatti&lt;/span&gt; Town (maybe we need to re-evaluate our diet?). We played so many games; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; was no challenge in bowling and I "scored" my folks. How embarrassing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5480574668087013233%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7656613204218249986?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7656613204218249986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7656613204218249986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7656613204218249986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7656613204218249986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/06/four.html' title='FOUR!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/TAhgEpf0c9I/AAAAAAAABaQ/Soe0-PpXdgI/s72-c/May+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7915074313894793383</id><published>2010-05-18T10:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:21:18.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Each year at school we celebrate Muffins with Mom. Usually I eat everything off of my plate and Mom's, but this time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; did that for me. She also ate the food off of my classmates and their moms. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472634613756329842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S_K0L5pz_3I/AAAAAAAABY4/2L5EimdUKdE/s320/May+008.JPG" /&gt;We did something different this year for Mother's Day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kyleigh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mikinley&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so actually their parents) have a horse, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Backstrap&lt;/span&gt;, that was racing at Lone Star Park on Sunday, so the whole family spent the afternoon watching the races. How else would you honor your mother than gambling away her retirement? We were able to go down to where the horses get ready and meet the trainers and jockeys.  Then we watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Backstrap&lt;/span&gt; race from down there; unfortunately he didn't win (he came in third).  At the huge, yummy buffet with all the variety of dishes, I primarily chose to enjoy strawberries and cakes.  So, that ended up being some really expensive fruit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5472633549365865505%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7915074313894793383?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7915074313894793383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7915074313894793383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7915074313894793383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7915074313894793383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S_K0L5pz_3I/AAAAAAAABY4/2L5EimdUKdE/s72-c/May+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-510854165564620472</id><published>2010-05-05T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:46:55.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>I know that my mom loves Mya and me very much, but I did not realize that she actually peeks in on us after we fall asleep and sometimes takes pictures. Maybe I should be going to bed with one eye open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5467970159326209409%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-510854165564620472?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/510854165564620472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=510854165564620472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/510854165564620472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/510854165564620472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/05/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2510744036679342876</id><published>2010-04-27T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:53:36.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>After finding our Easter surprises from some bunny I've never even met or seen, we allowed my parents to survive a long mass that morning (plus we got there really early to get seats). We weren't able to have an egg hunt with our friends this year, so we had one at home after lunch. That sister of mine was way too slow and kept trying to eat those plastic eggs (we didn't tell her that the edible treats were actually &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt;), so I got almost all of them. Mya had to nap yet again, but we went to Nona and Papa's house later for chaos and dinner with our cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5464999650477634129%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2510744036679342876?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2510744036679342876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2510744036679342876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2510744036679342876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2510744036679342876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8351937760147671744</id><published>2010-04-05T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:27:47.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Wolf Lodge</title><content type='html'>For Reese's 7th birthday, Lola and Papo came up from San Antonio and we all went on a family "trip" to &lt;a href="http://www.greatwolf.com/grapevine/explore/activities"&gt;Great Wolf Lodge&lt;/a&gt; in Grapevine (usually our destinations are further than forty minutes away). The resort was so cool with so many things for the kids to do even out of the water. Sure it cost a pretty penny, but doesn't money just grow on trees? At least that's what the government believes. Oops, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there on Saturday and swam for a while then went out to eat. Afterwards, we all celebrated Reese's birthday with cake in our suite. When we went to bed that night the four of us slept in the same room for the first time ever! My parents didn't sleep well because apparently I was waking them up with all of my potty trips and late-night "requests." They were thankful though that I didn't wake up Mya. The next morning we swam more and then headed home. It was a great time with the Termulo clan, but next time I might be forced to sleep in the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5456828821212567905%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-8351937760147671744?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8351937760147671744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8351937760147671744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8351937760147671744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8351937760147671744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-wolf-lodge.html' title='Great Wolf Lodge'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1557115806963181247</id><published>2010-04-01T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:41:06.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Doll</title><content type='html'>This is what a baby learns to do while her parents go off on vacation WITHOUT her/us.  Nona and Papa kept trying to push her back down, but it didn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c1030f6aa5b8d60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c1030f6aa5b8d60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D19D01BFD23E6DDC5CE9E63A8100333FE4EC367.2165BB6E66F633E5502D7A8C24F80FAA55757722%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c1030f6aa5b8d60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtn_77uDipPZM3XSo98gVP9zrbLo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c1030f6aa5b8d60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D19D01BFD23E6DDC5CE9E63A8100333FE4EC367.2165BB6E66F633E5502D7A8C24F80FAA55757722%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c1030f6aa5b8d60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtn_77uDipPZM3XSo98gVP9zrbLo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1557115806963181247?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1557115806963181247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1557115806963181247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1557115806963181247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1557115806963181247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/04/walking-doll.html' title='Walking Doll'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7511334282579261179</id><published>2010-03-30T11:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:16:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Kitts</title><content type='html'>Over Spring Break, Mom and Dad decided to go on a trip . . . WITHOUT us! They went to the West Indies in the Caribbean and had a great time . . . WITHOUT us! Fortunately for us, Nona and Papa let us keep them company during that week. Did I mention that my folks went WITHOUT us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5454459145783088961%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were there, Dad played golf and went scuba diving.  In the meantime Mom enjoyed laying in the shade by the pool and beach while reading a good book . . . and nursing the cold I gave her.   They did also get to go zip lining together over the canopies of the island.  Maybe one day they'll bring us with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7511334282579261179?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7511334282579261179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7511334282579261179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7511334282579261179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7511334282579261179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-kitts.html' title='St. Kitts'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4282414979891225729</id><published>2010-03-26T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:33:42.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Germs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61my_WueNI/AAAAAAAABSk/UkXUfK_1JaU/s1600/Mar+2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453127750001785042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61my_WueNI/AAAAAAAABSk/UkXUfK_1JaU/s320/Mar+2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61jjM2pUBI/AAAAAAAABSc/x2brtJQ1zAs/s1600/Mar+2010+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453124180212535314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61jjM2pUBI/AAAAAAAABSc/x2brtJQ1zAs/s320/Mar+2010+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4282414979891225729?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4282414979891225729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4282414979891225729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4282414979891225729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4282414979891225729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/awwwwww.html' title='Sharing Germs'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61my_WueNI/AAAAAAAABSk/UkXUfK_1JaU/s72-c/Mar+2010+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4030896747925961552</id><published>2010-03-26T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:48:35.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat in the Hat or the Pope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61jA_ub2hI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kr5Gd2QSwGs/s1600/Mar+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453123592572885522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61jA_ub2hI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kr5Gd2QSwGs/s320/Mar+2010+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4030896747925961552?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4030896747925961552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4030896747925961552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4030896747925961552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4030896747925961552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/cat-in-hat-or-pope.html' title='The Cat in the Hat or the Pope?'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S61jA_ub2hI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kr5Gd2QSwGs/s72-c/Mar+2010+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-9060357028753398965</id><published>2010-03-23T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:03:44.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Snowfall</title><content type='html'>The evening that my folks returned from their SIX-day trip from the Caribbean, we received &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; 8+ inches of snow. So, the next morning I went on &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;walk around the neighborhood, built &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; snowman, made &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; batch of snowballs, yada yada yada. This snow is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5452027388387184417%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-9060357028753398965?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/9060357028753398965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=9060357028753398965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9060357028753398965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9060357028753398965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-snowfall.html' title='Spring Snowfall'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-3561659950155049956</id><published>2010-03-07T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:32:23.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mya's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>I think that everyone is familiar with sister's &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-hair-days.html"&gt;wild hair&lt;/a&gt; so now that it has grown out a lot (and she hit that one-year milestone), Mommy wanted to even it out. Nona trimmed my Mya's hair, but since we've been so used to the long (and unruly) locks, she looks like a different baby to us. Don't worry, though. It will grow longer again (and get those curls back), but this time it will be more manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5448337747672044657%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-3561659950155049956?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/3561659950155049956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=3561659950155049956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3561659950155049956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3561659950155049956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/myas-first-haircut.html' title='Mya&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2901919247376936387</id><published>2010-03-06T20:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:10:33.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to San Antonio</title><content type='html'>Mom's BFF in San Antonio, &lt;a href="http://jenintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, is having a baby and she helped to throw her a baby shower. Oddly enough, there were no babies or showers at the event. So, we took a trip down there and visited Lola and Papo.  Although Mya does not sleep in the car, she did manage to snooze for 30 minutes out of the arduous FIVE AND A HALF HOUR drive there (and a whole hour on the drive back). We need to remember to bring earplugs for our next road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5445713331462947681%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2901919247376936387?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2901919247376936387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2901919247376936387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2901919247376936387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2901919247376936387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-to-san-antonio.html' title='Trip to San Antonio'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-452138944119770308</id><published>2010-02-23T21:44:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:23:26.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Turns One!</title><content type='html'>February 19 marked Little Miss Mya's first birthday and coincidentally the one-year anniversary of the relief of mom's back pain. It was very exciting for her but so sad for Mom and Dad (not sure why though). She celebrated her big day a few days early with a tea party at La Madeleine and seemed to have lots of fun with her friends. Just like me on my &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-finally-turned-one.html"&gt;first birthday&lt;/a&gt;, she didn't really dig into her cake; I guess that "anal-ness" is hereditary. After dinner on her actual birthday, we took her on the carousel (one of my own favorite things to do next to "riding" the escalator). Happy birthday, Baby Doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5441651065876609921%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-452138944119770308?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/452138944119770308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=452138944119770308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/452138944119770308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/452138944119770308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-baby-turns-one.html' title='Our Baby Turns One!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-3209215201501922215</id><published>2010-02-16T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:31:10.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mya's First Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Mya missed V-Day last year by several days so this is actually her first one. We went to our &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html"&gt;annual party&lt;/a&gt; at Meredith and Caroline's house and she was able to eat all the treats including the bits that fell on the floor. On Valentine morning we were suprised with balloons and candy. Unfortunately, she was scared of the balloons and liked the box more than the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5438682152624027297%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-3209215201501922215?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/3209215201501922215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=3209215201501922215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3209215201501922215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3209215201501922215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/02/myas-first-valentines-day.html' title='Mya&apos;s First Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8467870070197665482</id><published>2010-02-13T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:52:23.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Even MORE Snow!</title><content type='html'>This week we got TWELVE inches of snow! We woke up Thursday morning to two inches of snow and it never stopped until Friday morning (thankfully for Mommy, schools didn't close until Friday). We didn't even having freezing temperatures until the evening hours but a record amount still accumulated. I have gotten to be a pro at building a snowman (or at least directing Daddy). One day I'll teach Mya how to make one, but she'll have to grow out of all that sleeping that she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5437923410501495137%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-8467870070197665482?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8467870070197665482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8467870070197665482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8467870070197665482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8467870070197665482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-more-snow.html' title='Even MORE Snow!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7948822908518566998</id><published>2010-01-10T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:21:37.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More December Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S1PFTFyWt1I/AAAAAAAABGM/tGpkFagQ-vs/s1600-h/Jan+2010+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427898907673147218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S1PFTFyWt1I/AAAAAAAABGM/tGpkFagQ-vs/s320/Jan+2010+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days after Christmas it snowed again and we made another snowman. This time we did it right and built one even taller than me (I realize that's not saying much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7948822908518566998?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7948822908518566998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7948822908518566998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7948822908518566998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7948822908518566998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-december-snow.html' title='More December Snow'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/S1PFTFyWt1I/AAAAAAAABGM/tGpkFagQ-vs/s72-c/Jan+2010+139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4874270401824090824</id><published>2010-01-05T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:03:17.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>I was sooo excited this year about Christmas and the morning couldn't come soon enough. I woke up and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Santa ignored my behaviors over the past year and left me gifts anyway. Mya had no idea what was going on so I helped her open up her presents. It was like getting double gifts- she doesn't know how to use a lot of those toys so I will be playing with them until she takes them back. In the afternoon we went to Nona and Papa's to play with my cousins and open even MORE presents. It was the most "profitable" year yet! I love it when Jesus has a birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5425316706126129025%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4874270401824090824?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4874270401824090824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4874270401824090824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4874270401824090824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4874270401824090824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2555994417428089622</id><published>2009-12-24T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:16:50.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>This is the first year for us to have professional pictures taken of the whole family. Our friend, &lt;a href="http://www.donatofamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Stephanie&lt;/a&gt; referred us to her photographer friend, &lt;a href="http://www.joannmatthews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Joann&lt;/a&gt;. She was kind enough to put up with us for about an hour and a half. She had a good eye and even better editing software. Just kidding. Unfortunately for Mya, her tongue couldn't be photoshopped back into her mouth that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5418651765317719825%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2555994417428089622?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2555994417428089622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2555994417428089622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2555994417428089622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2555994417428089622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-christmas-pictures.html' title='Family Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7433431699749589866</id><published>2009-12-24T22:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:29:03.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzQ7rMat07I/AAAAAAAABB4/7XFD1UKGyAg/s1600-h/Santa+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419021864887243698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzQ7rMat07I/AAAAAAAABB4/7XFD1UKGyAg/s320/Santa+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; to meet Santa for the first time, and she reacted in the same fashion as when any man gets too close- she screamed and cried (Mom and Dad are hoping that continues for the next 20+ years).  Lucky for him, I'm over my previous fear of him.  Check out my visits with him when I was &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/12/visiting-santa.html"&gt;one-&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-visit-with-santa.html"&gt;two-years old&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think Santa looks a lot different this year.  I guess we all age differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7433431699749589866?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7433431699749589866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7433431699749589866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7433431699749589866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7433431699749589866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-guy.html' title='The Big Guy'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzQ7rMat07I/AAAAAAAABB4/7XFD1UKGyAg/s72-c/Santa+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4118310031573888869</id><published>2009-12-23T21:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:04:41.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>My last day of school was a celebration of Jesus' birth (i.e., Christmas). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; and my mom came to chapel with me and watched me do our pledges and sing a few songs. We also watched the transitional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; perform the story of baby Jesus. They did a great job, but I'm not sure why my own birthday isn't transformed into a play since it is such a significant event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fda229fbf8185a57" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfda229fbf8185a57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EDCA6F2B9F3CBB2E7B63D70167D8F115B31FCE8.6F0FC45230BCAA7D4B3B87D51928BDC6021B90B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfda229fbf8185a57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De0X06v8Ru9vDtMzFsbZyobIFt5o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfda229fbf8185a57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EDCA6F2B9F3CBB2E7B63D70167D8F115B31FCE8.6F0FC45230BCAA7D4B3B87D51928BDC6021B90B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfda229fbf8185a57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De0X06v8Ru9vDtMzFsbZyobIFt5o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the parents came to our classroom for a party and book exchange. If you can't find me in the picture, I'm the tallest boy in the class. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not really (thanks mostly to my mom and her Asian genes). But, what I lack in height, I make up for in temper, I mean, talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418641240297805714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzLhf7U7l5I/AAAAAAAAA9U/VjL1eCWvtH8/s320/December+2009+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4118310031573888869?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4118310031573888869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4118310031573888869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4118310031573888869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4118310031573888869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-birthday-party.html' title='Jesus&apos; Birthday Party'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzLhf7U7l5I/AAAAAAAAA9U/VjL1eCWvtH8/s72-c/December+2009+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-3133307517547144238</id><published>2009-12-21T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:31:20.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzLbyWmpDXI/AAAAAAAAA9M/zqG2v2XAYGg/s1600-h/December+2009+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418634959787724146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzLbyWmpDXI/AAAAAAAAA9M/zqG2v2XAYGg/s320/December+2009+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Each month at school we have a themed spirit day when we wear our school shirt. In December it was "Crazy Hair Day." Many kids come with their hair spray painted and out of control (Mya will have an easy time with her &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-hair-days.html"&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt; when she starts attending school). My mom was tempted to just take me without combing my hair in the morning since it's usually a mess, but I let her put tons of product in it. I did promise not to stand too closely to any candles or open flames (please note that I am standing underneath Scout, our &lt;a href="http://www.elfontheshelf.com/index.php#/north-pole"&gt;Elf on the Shelf&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now off for two weeks for Christmas (yes we can actually call it &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt; at our school). Surprisingly, Mom is thankful for this break. She says that it's because she doesn't have to get ready and rush out the door in the mornings (plus Mya gets to take her naps on time). I think that it's because she misses me those days that I'm expanding my spiritual and academic experiences. I do notice that she prays a lot more and asks for patience when I'm home. I guess &lt;em&gt;patience&lt;/em&gt; is an synonym for &lt;em&gt;gratitude&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-3133307517547144238?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/3133307517547144238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=3133307517547144238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3133307517547144238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3133307517547144238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzLbyWmpDXI/AAAAAAAAA9M/zqG2v2XAYGg/s72-c/December+2009+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7548841049013530389</id><published>2009-12-20T21:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:13:39.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzBARL0RpUI/AAAAAAAAA9E/bQEpO2hhub0/s1600-h/December+2009+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417901015700710722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzBARL0RpUI/AAAAAAAAA9E/bQEpO2hhub0/s320/December+2009+05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our first snow of the season (and probably our last). The last time that happened here (without the snow melting as soon as it hit the ground) was in early &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-snowfall.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, and I don't remember &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; of it. So, as soon as Mommy told me to look out the back door that morning, I wanted to rush out there. I had to wait for Daddy to get up and take me since that sister of mine keeps the maternal figure in the house. We did our best with the little snow that we had, but we successfully made my first Frosty (you can see him hiding behind me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7548841049013530389?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7548841049013530389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7548841049013530389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7548841049013530389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7548841049013530389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SzBARL0RpUI/AAAAAAAAA9E/bQEpO2hhub0/s72-c/December+2009+05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4481510840682361626</id><published>2009-12-03T22:13:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:05:42.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feasts</title><content type='html'>So, we had what was called the Finger Food Feast at school to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday. We prepared some songs, crafts, and a "costume" for a month so that we can present everything to our loved ones. My family, including Nona and Papa, came to see me and marvel in my unbelievable talents. I wore my Indian, excuse me, Native American vest and headgear. I walked with my class into the auditorium onto the assigned risers ready to sing my songs. I saw Mommy in front of the stage with her camera. I lost it. I threw off my "hat" and wanted to go down there and see her. I'm not sure how I will ever make it through my valedictorian speech. In any case, I did eventually relax and have fun eating lunch with the fam afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5411502339442829489%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiet Thanksgiving. We were supposed to spend it with Lola and Papo this year, but they were on another one of their international excursions. We went to Nona and Papa's house, and my cousins were spending it with their "other" families so I was the only making all the noise (Mya's baby sounds don't really count). I guess Papa felt sorry for me and took me to the park before dinner (or maybe he just decided to give in after badgering him with requests). Mommy got a bit lazy this year and didn't take many pictures. She should have had the camera out when I actually ate all of my turkey (the box of Oreos she placed on the shelf as an incentive did help a bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5411233208618462385%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4481510840682361626?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4481510840682361626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4481510840682361626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4481510840682361626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4481510840682361626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-feasts.html' title='Thanksgiving Feasts'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5899025814599356652</id><published>2009-12-01T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:40:05.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby Doll</title><content type='html'>Our little girl is growing up WAY too fast!  Mya has four teeth (and another on the way), is starting to cruise, and trying to stand without support.  The old folk's backs are hurting from picking her up and constantly trying to redirect her; I find taking my toys out of her mouth to be a bit tiresome as well.  However, I do enjoy how she absolutely LOVES me and tries to imitate whatever I do.  Finally an audience giving me their undivided attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5389534511910919249%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5899025814599356652?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5899025814599356652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5899025814599356652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5899025814599356652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5899025814599356652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-baby-doll.html' title='Our Baby Doll'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1290481235226150655</id><published>2009-11-01T21:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:28:50.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>I had another "profitable" Halloween this year! Since I STILL will not wear anything on my head and Mommy wanted Mya and me to have a related costume, I dressed up as a Longhorn football player (basically what I wear every game day but with football pants) and Mya was an adorable Longhorn cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas was actually playing when we left to trick-or-treat so I felt a bit rushed to get back home and watch them. Luckily, there were many UT fans watching at the homes we visited so we got some updates on the score. We went to as many homes as we could in our neighborhood but it started getting late and I wanted a chance to eat some of my loot (little did I know that I was only going to be allowed to eat ONE piece before bed). It was a great evening and enjoyed it even more than last year. I was a little surprised, though, when I discovered the next morning that I was missing almost all of my Reese's peanut butter cups and peanut M&amp;amp;Ms. I'm sure my mom was disappointed as well since those are her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go back and see my costumes in &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/qt-butt-md.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-fun.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5401104804808497009%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1290481235226150655?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1290481235226150655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1290481235226150655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1290481235226150655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1290481235226150655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4987036054816845458</id><published>2009-10-18T21:19:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:33:45.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The State Fair of Texas</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy decided to &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;take me to the Fair this year. Since I had never been, I wasn't sure what to expect, but I heard that you could fry up anything and eat it there. We left Mya with Nona and Papa so she could nap and we could stay longer. Poor thing has been missing out on so much with all that "napping" (i.e., practicing in bed for the next developmental milestone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the DART Rail down to Fair Park, so that was a whole adventure in itself! It was also a first for Mommy but she didn't seem as excited as I was while we were riding. When we first arrived at the Fair, we went to the auto show and I tried out a few of their new sports cars. Then, I met Big Tex; he was a giant man with a very deep voice. He was located near the Fletcher's corny dog stand which was the one spot my folks wanted to "visit." We rode the skyway to Kidsway and went on a few rides including the biggest ferris wheel in the world! Ok, so I'm not exactly sure how accurate that is, but the thing is huge (it really put that one from Sea World to shame and now I'm embarrassed to admit that I had fun on that baby ride). The view from there was amazing, but it wasn't nearly as exciting to me as the roller coasters! My parents couldn't get me away from those rides but they were running out of tickets (I'm not sure what kind of excuse that is because I win those things left and right at Chuck-E-Cheese). Finally, we ended our trip by stopping by the children's barnyard and fedding/petting/smelling all the baby animals there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such an awesome day and I cannot wait to go there again in 2010! That gives my parents another year to save up for all those tickets we spent. Or I'll just go to Chuck-E-Cheese and easily get more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5399352353671514689%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4987036054816845458?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4987036054816845458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4987036054816845458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4987036054816845458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4987036054816845458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/10/state-fair-of-texas.html' title='The State Fair of Texas'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4007883892529902865</id><published>2009-10-12T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:18:42.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Mobile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51d55513f2d2fa86" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51d55513f2d2fa86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5836E7B8E6DAB0435779981B7BE7A88121B08597.78B5510D7C4641FEE23B31F204DB5C384B46092F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51d55513f2d2fa86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhLwsjhABuwqPNKCUGc3bEtgMgZo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51d55513f2d2fa86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5836E7B8E6DAB0435779981B7BE7A88121B08597.78B5510D7C4641FEE23B31F204DB5C384B46092F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51d55513f2d2fa86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhLwsjhABuwqPNKCUGc3bEtgMgZo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our computer crashing, I'm a bit behind in my posts. But in the meantime, Mya has been crawling and pulling up. Apparently she has been been busy practicing in her bed instead of sleeping.  She is so excited about her new skills and is all over the place now; however, the folks aren't thrilled with our baby growing up so fast.  Mommy captured her on the move on just her second day of crawling (Mya got a little lazy at the end and I am too lazy to edit- sorry).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4007883892529902865?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4007883892529902865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4007883892529902865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4007883892529902865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4007883892529902865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-mobile.html' title='We&apos;re Mobile!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6273265158153029121</id><published>2009-10-06T09:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:11:30.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we had a nice, relaxing (&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;) car trip down to San Antonio to see the grandparents and let them spoil us with love and attention since we don't get enough of it at home. Mommy appreciates that we are able to sleep well there without the loud disturbances of barking dogs, garbage trucks, and lawn mowers right outside our windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to miss a day of school for the trip, but it was worth it because we went to Sea World! Mya stayed with Lola and Papo while the folks and I went. This is my first visit to a large amusement park and it was so much fun. We played in a small water park (the big one was closed), rode on a ferris wheel, pet a baby alligator, saw dolphins, seals, sea lions, sharks, and best of all Shamu! Daddy wanted to sit in one of the front rows during Shamu's show, but Mommy didn't want me to get drenched. He thought that she was not being any fun, and her response was flatly, "Have you even &lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt; your son?" She knew quite well that I would not be amused by an unexpected wall of cold water on me and no extra change of dry clothes. After a long day with no nap, I had a great time with no meltdowns. Of course, we couldn't go to San Antonio without a ride on the golf cart and a few holes on the putting green with Papo. With all this practice, I might be able to beat him in several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5389525458663048577%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as our road trip back home, who knew that a small, non-napping, seven-month old could be that loud for so long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6273265158153029121?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6273265158153029121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6273265158153029121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6273265158153029121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6273265158153029121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/10/sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7482900183426103245</id><published>2009-09-22T12:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:27:58.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Days</title><content type='html'>Mya has a lot of hair and it has a mind of its own. She was born with so much on the top which never fell out. From her left side (see first pic), it even looks like a hairpiece. Mommy has to work a bit to make it look somewhat presentable in a bow or headband. Is it too early to get her a flat iron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384347727522894162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkLuw4vEVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/VdgHeYsLcZg/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384355501053897826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkSzPi87GI/AAAAAAAAAx4/-11n8HVxhLU/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384350247846339682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkOBd0q5GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/E7eTFIe_AfM/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346350447739202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkKem4bwUI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ejv7VzZOD8Q/s320/015.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384346323831145410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkKdDuiw8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/csF1K8Vc8Ho/s320/091.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3455012928736657199-7482900183426103245?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7482900183426103245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7482900183426103245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7482900183426103245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7482900183426103245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-hair-days.html' title='Bad Hair Days'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SrkLuw4vEVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/VdgHeYsLcZg/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8327932516933772628</id><published>2009-09-13T21:44:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:59:02.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sq29vShkLvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/aUJ0U2QLaKg/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381165749901733618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sq29vShkLvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/aUJ0U2QLaKg/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I FINALLY began school again (I'll be going every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday this year)! A couple of days before I started, we went to meet my new teachers, Mrs. Wendy and Mrs. Jen. They were so nice and energetic . . . I haven't yet decided how much I'm going to wear them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381156133388747570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sq20_iONAzI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5o_ZIlxDzMQ/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also saw one of my previous teachers, Mrs. Kristy, since her daughter is now in my class. Mya got to meet her brand new baby up close but didn't seem that impressed. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381160021876453634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sq24h396sQI/AAAAAAAAAwM/-kjjceqdQ4k/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;Afterwards, I seriously didn't understand why we left &lt;em&gt;Meet the Teacher&lt;/em&gt; without eating any &lt;em&gt;meat. &lt;/em&gt;Mom and Dad just laughed me off with some uninteresting explanation when I kept inquiring. I'm still waiting for a valid response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first day went well without any problems. Mommy anticipated some morning resistance from me since it has been three EXTREMELY long months since the normal school-day routine, but I thought I'd surprise her and give her a break. We were even early for once (no last-minute poops by either kid before leaving the house) and I was very impatient waiting around to go inside. I didn't even say goodbye to Mommy when she left; she can be so embarrassing. When she picked me up in the afternoon, Mrs. Wendy assured her that I had a good day. She added that she tried to trick me on my shapes, but I didn't fall for it. That's two-year old stuff, lady. Let's move on to some algebra!&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/3455012928736657199-8327932516933772628?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8327932516933772628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8327932516933772628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8327932516933772628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8327932516933772628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sq29vShkLvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/aUJ0U2QLaKg/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4963331735307808493</id><published>2009-09-04T21:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:41:40.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's over!</title><content type='html'>This summer has gone by soooo quickly for us (but for some reason very slowly for Mommy). We are all looking forward to the fall- cooler weather for playing outside, football, and school! Unfortunately, I don't start preschool until after Labor Day, but I'll be going three days a week this year (I think I just heard my mom say, "I'll drink to that!"). I have loved my last two years at my school with some very loving teachers, so I'm very excited to meet my new ones.  Mommy would like to start seeing clients again when I'm in school but feels a little guilty about leaving our baby with anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mya has been growing way too quickly for us. She is six months now and is already getting her third tooth (ouch!), cannot get enough of vegetables (gross), almost sitting independently without falling over (when I push her), and is getting up on her knees and rocking. My folks are actually quite unprepared that she might be crawling (or at least scooting) soon. That means that the floors need to stay clean! Luckily, we're all a little OCD in this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our summer activities (ok, maybe not so much "activities" as just plain daily life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5377816375371155937%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4963331735307808493?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4963331735307808493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4963331735307808493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4963331735307808493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4963331735307808493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/09/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1838387661541091127</id><published>2009-07-30T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:38:19.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>I know. August is in just a couple of days and I'm just now getting around to posting pics from June and July. Mom has been anxiously awaiting September (i.e., school) to come around to catch up on her sanity. Whatever &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5363541100604243825%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCLH5pd2TlISjlgE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1838387661541091127?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1838387661541091127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1838387661541091127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1838387661541091127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1838387661541091127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/07/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2079397449988178400</id><published>2009-07-28T16:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:16:25.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More June pics</title><content type='html'>We've been super busy in this house (mostly making our usual demands), but our baby has been growing up too fast- Mya is now a big five months old!  She started rolling over at three months and eating (not excitedly or even very well) solids last month.  She talks all the time and often it is quite loud; her cries are that way as well.  Also, she is just like me- a great sleeper!  She takes two, 2-3 hour naps and sleeps 12 hours at night.  Ok, so I don't sleep THAT much, but I used to and would let EVERYONE know how unhappy I was when I didn't get it.  I have been a bit concerned with how hyperactive her salivary glands seem to be, but Mommy said that it is normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fcynhoge%2Falbumid%2F5363587251980038145%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMeKhseI-KbjUQ%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2079397449988178400?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2079397449988178400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2079397449988178400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2079397449988178400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2079397449988178400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-june-pics.html' title='More June pics'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1566321211007475964</id><published>2009-07-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:14:05.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Thank God for our wonderful country and the freedoms in which we have been given! Happy Fourth of July! Mya needs to learn to get in the spirit&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354467386257786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7jt_dPR4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/tF6ws1IPzZ8/s200/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354467386886125650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7juBzC-FI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1N14MeS7WM0/s200/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354467393409668786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7juaGYVrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DqSqOWSpDkU/s200/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354467402230255586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7ju69Xz-I/AAAAAAAAAms/tVw7AZhYEfc/s200/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1566321211007475964?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1566321211007475964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1566321211007475964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1566321211007475964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1566321211007475964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7jt_dPR4I/AAAAAAAAAmU/tF6ws1IPzZ8/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6828121883390478510</id><published>2009-07-03T23:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:01:35.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, my updates haven't been that timely but I would hate to leave out a shout-out to my pop and grandfathers. Thanks for being the best- Mya and I love you! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354461692733087986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7eilbK4PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/grKC9hj-5zk/s200/048.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354464209695053234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7g1F1qlbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/PobrQ7Cgnsg/s200/006+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354465258415959826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7hyIoNrxI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LUG7T6NpUEE/s200/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6828121883390478510?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6828121883390478510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6828121883390478510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6828121883390478510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6828121883390478510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-late-fathers-day.html' title='Happy (late) Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sk7eilbK4PI/AAAAAAAAAlk/grKC9hj-5zk/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6158648590013753808</id><published>2009-06-25T15:26:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:12:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mya's Baptism</title><content type='html'>Mya was baptised this past weekend and fortunately most of the extended family was able to attend. We were so proud of how well she did and so happy for her big day; my parents were also impressed with how well I sat through an entire mass. I did, however, head towards the altar when the four of us were supposed to be walking back up the aisle to bring the offerings. Thankfully, my mom quickly saw this and grabbed me from the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the obligatory series of family pictures in front of the altar, everyone came over to our house for the dinner (and of course, drinks!). I was so excited to be with so many of my cousins from near and far despite the fact that they were playing with all my stuff. At one point my folks even forgot about me since I was so entertained and wasn't constantly demanding/requesting something of them. What a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/06823080.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6158648590013753808?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6158648590013753808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6158648590013753808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6158648590013753808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6158648590013753808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/06/myas-baptism.html' title='Mya&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4913555427528050532</id><published>2009-06-14T16:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:16:10.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If item is found, please contact us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjVng0d2VaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSrsvixClak/s1600-h/Shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347293946109646242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjVng0d2VaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSrsvixClak/s320/Shirt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy is looking for another shirt just like mine but in Mommy's size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4913555427528050532?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4913555427528050532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4913555427528050532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4913555427528050532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4913555427528050532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-item-is-found-please-contact-us.html' title='If item is found, please contact us!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjVng0d2VaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LSrsvixClak/s72-c/Shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4205660095042463041</id><published>2009-06-05T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:36:47.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Last month we sadly lost our last great grandparent. I first met my great grandparents in San Antonio when I was only three months old. Unfortunately, my "great Lolo" Victorino passed away a few months later; Mya Victoria was actually named after him. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716861552004946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Si_NKaqfj1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/jud9pUq3L9Y/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days after my last birthday, my "great Lola" Teodora joined him in heaven. Although they are both much happier now, they are greatly missed. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345716867247901442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Si_NKv4gCwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BCfwOIg5yEQ/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345720092382615858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Si_QGeciWTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YnM_MKN2rAw/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4205660095042463041?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4205660095042463041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4205660095042463041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4205660095042463041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4205660095042463041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-grandparents.html' title='Great Grandparents'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Si_NKaqfj1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/jud9pUq3L9Y/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-775281798100292896</id><published>2009-05-21T16:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:47:58.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our temporary pet turtle</title><content type='html'>The other day Mommy found a turtle in our driveway heading towards the street and "saved" it from the demise of passing cars. We brought it inside and kept it in a large box (thankfully I had such a "successful" birthday that there were many empty boxes from which to choose) until Daddy came home. He actually considered keeping the turtle as a pet, but Mommy immediately put an end to that thought and sternly declared that she cannot take care of one more being in our house. So after dinner, we put our friend in my wagon and went to the creek in our neighborhood to set him free. Daddy put him on a large, flat rock by the water, and it eventually came out of his shell to walk away. Once he made it into the creek, he swam off with a huge smile on his face. Ok, so I made that last part up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/8ee0e6a0.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=8ee0e6a0.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-775281798100292896?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/775281798100292896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=775281798100292896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/775281798100292896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/775281798100292896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-temporary-pet-turtle.html' title='Our temporary pet turtle'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6886764953991207576</id><published>2009-05-20T22:37:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:57:36.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My big 3rd birthday</title><content type='html'>I had another big birthday bonanza this year since I'm the big T-H-R-E-E.  Since we're both May birthdays, &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/05/baby-peyton-reid.html"&gt;Peyton&lt;/a&gt; and I had a joint party during playgroup last Wednesday.  It was at the same park where I had my &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-finally-turned-one.html"&gt;first birthday&lt;/a&gt; but just not the huge blowout as previously (Mommy is trying to keep the parties low-key from now on- she learned her lesson).  This time at least the water was turned on for the "globe" fountain and everyone got to play in it.  Some friends (i.e., the boys) even stripped down to their diapers/underwear since we didn't have bathing suits.   Daddy wasn't going to allow me to take any part of that public nudity so I just got completely drenched and went home sans clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hoges then celebrated a late Mother's Day and my birthday together at Nona and Papa's on Sunday.  I got even more toys so now we have to move into a bigger house.  With six grandkids, my poor grandparents probably get so worn out and thankful for us to leave afterwards because it is just chaos when we all get together (Termulo gatherings tend to be a lot quieter for Lola and Papo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my actual birthday, I went to school and was showered with love by my teachers and friends then enjoyed some cookies in my honor during lunch.  When Daddy got home from work, we went to my absolute favorite place- Peter Piper Pizza (where I had my &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;second birthday party&lt;/a&gt;)!  I had such a great (and profitable) week!  Too bad none of my gifts included a moratorium on time outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/4067c102.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=4067c102.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6886764953991207576?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6886764953991207576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6886764953991207576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6886764953991207576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6886764953991207576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-big-3rd-birthday.html' title='My big 3rd birthday'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6989754753300623657</id><published>2009-05-12T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:21:21.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo8JDc9gZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6C_P2nUO8bA/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142834817040786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo8JDc9gZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6C_P2nUO8bA/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't we cute (despite the fact that we don't at all look related)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6989754753300623657?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6989754753300623657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6989754753300623657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6989754753300623657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6989754753300623657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo8JDc9gZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6C_P2nUO8bA/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6147138781024643543</id><published>2009-05-12T21:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:31:06.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Each year we celebrate &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/muffins-with-mom.html"&gt;Muffins with Mom&lt;/a&gt; at school so Mommy came with Mya and had breakfast with our class. My teachers had helped me create some special gifts that made Mommy smile. I also ate some of her treats just to make sure they were good enough for her. Nothing but the best for my mom! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139771793890130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo5WwzVW1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ljDloFm73vA/s320/069.JPG" /&gt; The night before Mother's Day, my folks went to a party and stayed out too late (relative to recent years) so she was quite tired. In any case, we kept her busy and Daddy gave her some sparkly earrings which &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;made her smile! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335139770204368946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo5Wq4XMDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/2L_B9wfURx8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6147138781024643543?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6147138781024643543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6147138781024643543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6147138781024643543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6147138781024643543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sgo5WwzVW1I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ljDloFm73vA/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2072076930311821777</id><published>2009-05-07T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:11:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333284929774034162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOiYv0gHPI/AAAAAAAAAho/aVYla99NZXI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's almost as precious as her big brother.  I'm sure my folks feel the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2072076930311821777?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2072076930311821777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2072076930311821777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2072076930311821777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2072076930311821777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddys-little-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Little Girl'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOiYv0gHPI/AAAAAAAAAho/aVYla99NZXI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-2132959076888402838</id><published>2009-05-07T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:32:29.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Termulo Granddaughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOhS_mWE9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/0PA4jG7QUMk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333283731418780626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOhS_mWE9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/0PA4jG7QUMk/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lola and Papo have five grandchildren (so far) with two girls. Here is a picture of them together.  Aren't they cute?  It seems that my sister needs a bit of a tan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-2132959076888402838?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/2132959076888402838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=2132959076888402838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2132959076888402838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/2132959076888402838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/termulo-granddaughters.html' title='The Termulo Granddaughters'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOhS_mWE9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/0PA4jG7QUMk/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-809399491295533919</id><published>2009-05-07T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:58:04.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boys</title><content type='html'>Mya's not the only one that enjoys the play gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333280158446732898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOeDBPbRmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gnT01X8IYgs/s320/053.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333280740085710290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOek4A9vdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JkgLGzE1tmw/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-809399491295533919?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/809399491295533919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=809399491295533919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/809399491295533919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/809399491295533919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-boys.html' title='Silly Boys'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SgOeDBPbRmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gnT01X8IYgs/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8966770050394297348</id><published>2009-04-17T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:09:10.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet baby girl</title><content type='html'>Mya is getting so big and her cuteness factor definitely correlates with her growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325877659042559730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SelRg2BrtvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0-CHaTiyjiA/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out her post-bath mohawk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325877656289642002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SelRgrxVhhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/O9x1v1rITAk/s320/013.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-8966770050394297348?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8966770050394297348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8966770050394297348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8966770050394297348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8966770050394297348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet baby girl'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SelRg2BrtvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0-CHaTiyjiA/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7069846783882515991</id><published>2009-04-17T21:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:54:14.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>This Easter, I had a lot to do.  First there was a party at school; Mommy couldn't attend so there are no pictures, but I promise that I had a good time because cookies were involved.  The day before Easter, we had an egg hunt at Zander, Zoi, and Zada's house; I wasn't as fast as all the other kids because I kept asking my parent's permission to pick up each egg (they're hoping that aspect of compliance continues through my high school years).  Sunday morning I woke up to my basket filled with new &lt;em&gt;Cars &lt;/em&gt;toys and DVDs (not sure if they were from Jesus or the Easter bunny . . . this holiday is confusing for a two-year old).  It was cold and rainy so my folks put eggs around the house inside for me to find.  It was not much of a challenge, but it was still fun.  Later we went to Kyleigh and Mikinley's house for dinner.  Unfortunately, the Nechamkins weren't able to make it because Natalie was sick, but the rest of the family kept me entertained.  That's why we get together, isn't it?  To keep &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; happy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/7ebfb77f.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=7ebfb77f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7069846783882515991?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7069846783882515991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7069846783882515991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7069846783882515991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7069846783882515991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1708146926736762595</id><published>2009-04-17T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:53:46.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sek_uDuglJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9OnxfB8QUac/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325858094849234066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sek_uDuglJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9OnxfB8QUac/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am always quiet during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt;, Mommy found proof that I don't always stay in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1708146926736762595?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1708146926736762595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1708146926736762595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1708146926736762595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1708146926736762595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/04/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/Sek_uDuglJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9OnxfB8QUac/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1439100182944343929</id><published>2009-03-28T10:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:49:27.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>I had Open House at my school on Thursday and was able to show my parents (and Mya) what I have been doing lately. I love going to school (almost as much as my mom loves me being there) and my teachers are great so I was excited about it Plus, I knew that there would be cookies and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have read &lt;em&gt;The Very Hungry Caterpillar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Rainbow Fish&lt;/em&gt; (one of my mom's favorites) and my favorite book, &lt;em&gt;Chicka Chicka Boom Boom&lt;/em&gt; (remember my &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsessed.html"&gt;love of letters&lt;/a&gt;?), so my work and crafts lately have related to our readings. My parents are hoping that we do some chemistry and calculus soon, but I think that may be a bit too advanced for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/64abddc2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=64abddc2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1439100182944343929?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1439100182944343929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1439100182944343929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1439100182944343929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1439100182944343929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4494602271696342635</id><published>2009-03-27T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:18:24.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life since the new addition</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have neglected my blog lately. As you can imagine I've been very busy since Mya's arrival: crying over trivial matters, throwing huge tantrums, trying to boss the folks around, testing everyone's patience. You know, typical new, big brother behaviors. Plus, something was wrong with our Flash Player and I couldn't make slideshows. Mommy finally fixed it while I was at school one day by spending an hour on the phone with some foreigner at tech support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month, I've had a lot of people come to see me. Lola and Papo stayed with me while Mommy was in the hospital and for a week after she came home. When they left, Nona and Papa let me spend the whole day with them at their house a few times. Then, "Aunt" Jen came up from San Antonio and brought me my new favorite toys. My friends' mommies had also been coming over and kindly bringing us dinner since Mommy has for some reason been really tired and busy. I'm not quite sure why I've been getting so much attention lately but I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/396f1cdc.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=396f1cdc.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4494602271696342635?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4494602271696342635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4494602271696342635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4494602271696342635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4494602271696342635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-since-mya.html' title='My life since the new addition'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1639125525234721866</id><published>2009-02-21T09:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:22:41.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby sister's arrival</title><content type='html'>Even though my parents have been prepping me for several months, I never quite believed them; they kept claiming that they were going to give me a little sister. Well, they've gone and done it. Early Thursday morning, they went to the hospital to finally have the doctor get that baby out of Mommy's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mya Victoria arrived loudly weighing 7 pounds and 19 inches in length. All this happened before Lola and Papo took me to school at 9:00 a.m. (7:53 to be exact)! Daddy brought me up to the hospital the next morning to meet the newest family member, however, I didn't initially take to her well. After some time (and snacks), my interest peaked and I was able to show her off to all my grandparents. I know that they will not love and adore her as much as they do me, but I hope that they at least tolerate her being around. After all, I will have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/78c64bcb.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1639125525234721866?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1639125525234721866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1639125525234721866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1639125525234721866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1639125525234721866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-sisters-arrival.html' title='My baby sister&apos;s arrival'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7273867816289041157</id><published>2009-02-14T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:32:12.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Love</title><content type='html'>I had another great "string" of Valentine's celebrations this year. We had our playgroup party at Meredith and Caroline's &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;. Their mommy was very brave and had over 30 of us (plus the moms) over for treats and box/cookie decorating. It was such a messy chaos! But, I had more cookies and brownies in two hours than I've had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZTuWpKbypI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6pbbHLfmqYQ/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124734096067218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZTuWpKbypI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6pbbHLfmqYQ/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At school on Thursday morning, Daddy came with me for "Donuts with Dad." I had five donut holes and still wanted a big chocolate one, but I was cut off. I then gave him a new tie that I had made (with a picture of me on it- so it's super cute), and we sang a Valentine's song for all the dads. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124740051881938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZTuW_WaT9I/AAAAAAAAAf0/LGxxzGYP938/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124742280496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZTuXHpwRuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cCKbXPOWBIk/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the afternoon, Mommy came up for our Valentine's party (sorry, no pictures because Daddy forgot to leave the camera in my backpack- he didn't hear the end of it from Mommy), and I had MORE cookies and brownies. You'd think that I'd gain some weight after all that over-indulgence and finally fit into my pants . . . probably not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Update: My teacher took a picture of Mommy and me at the party and sent it to her so at least I have one to show you. If you can't tell, I have gotten over my phase of crying whenever the camera comes out; now I always say "cheese"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304020725869783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZuqv47HK0I/AAAAAAAAAgE/VyfTjzyw9HU/s320/2-9-09+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7273867816289041157?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7273867816289041157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7273867816289041157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7273867816289041157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7273867816289041157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-of-love.html' title='Days of Love'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SZTuWpKbypI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6pbbHLfmqYQ/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1796150398690913191</id><published>2009-02-12T21:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:40:18.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Museum</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was Brayden's 4th birthday party at the &lt;a href="http://www.flightmuseum.com/"&gt;Frontiers of Flight Museum&lt;/a&gt;. His dad, Mr. Bill, has been proudly serving in Iraq since September and the flight museum is their favorite place to visit together (Mr. Bill will be back in April- just in time for the birth of little brother Matthew). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very cool place with interesting exhibits and a fun play area for the kids. Daddy was really in awe of the Apollo 7 capsule and had to be pulled away for lunch. When the party was over, I even got a flight school certificate of completion. However, I overheard Daddy comment that he would still never get on a plane that I was flying. What's that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/c2986db4.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=c2986db4.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1796150398690913191?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1796150398690913191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1796150398690913191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1796150398690913191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1796150398690913191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/02/flight-museum.html' title='Flight Museum'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-312508972105028741</id><published>2009-02-01T22:19:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:37:32.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was Daddy's annual flag-football game with his friends in his fantasy football league. Although his team lost, he made it through the game with only a bloody nose and, most importantly, without seriously injuring his back like &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-sunday_06.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. Mommy is so very thankful for that since, being in her last trimester, she did not want to have to take care of two "dependents" in the house again (three if you include Chopper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Jackson and Ryan's annual Super Bowl party at their house. I had a lot of fun playing with friends I hadn't seen in a while and a whole lot of toys that I don't have at home. I didn't pay much attention to the game but there were some interesting 3D commercials during half time. I wonder if Mickey Mouse Clubhouse comes in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/b9836384.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=b9836384.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-312508972105028741?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/312508972105028741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=312508972105028741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/312508972105028741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/312508972105028741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-6390988398157220585</id><published>2009-01-05T21:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:10:27.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Papo's Golf Cart</title><content type='html'>Since Lola and Papo live on the golf course at Sonterra, they have a golf cart that Papo takes me on whenever I'm in San Antonio. With all the grandkids in town, he took Reese, JP, and me around the course (after it closed, of course . . . ) and let us play at some of the stops. I'm not sure what he's going to do when Joseph and my baby sister are old enough to want to go with us; I guess they'll have to widen their garage and get another cart. That's what any loving grandparent would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dusk everyday there are herds of deer that come out and graze on the south course. Daddy said that he saw around 75 of them and several of them were 10-point bucks. Good thing he didn't have his deer rifle with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/e055912e.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=e055912e.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-6390988398157220585?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/6390988398157220585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=6390988398157220585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6390988398157220585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/6390988398157220585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/01/papos-golf-cart.html' title='Papo&apos;s Golf Cart'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-323438219780482886</id><published>2009-01-02T13:39:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:08:57.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After Christmas (but during the "marathon") Nona's two sisters and their families came to Kyleigh and Mikinley's house in Colleyville for a reunion which we haven't had in several years. Actually, I had only met one of them previous to this day. Nona's older sister, Ann and her husband (James) came from Tyler. Their daughters Stacey (from Tyler) and Kristie (from Athens- no, not Greece) drove in with their families as well. Nona's younger sister, Debbie, traveled all the way Oregon and her son, Robert (from Tyler), came with his wife and four kids. It was great meeting everyone even though I can't recall all my "new" cousin's names. But since they're all much older/bigger than me, I do remember that none of them needed a mid-afternoon nap like me (although I decided to play in bed instead of sleep this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287300928334856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SWBELlX9_0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7OoQryJkqHo/s320/DSC_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hoges&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299228853250738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SWBCoqT-qrI/AAAAAAAAAfI/lFFgrF5B53Y/s320/DSC_0739.JPG" border="0" /&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/3455012928736657199-323438219780482886?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/323438219780482886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=323438219780482886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/323438219780482886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/323438219780482886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SWBELlX9_0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7OoQryJkqHo/s72-c/DSC_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-354341839068347166</id><published>2009-01-01T21:53:00.056-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:40:42.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Marathon</title><content type='html'>Since we spent Christmas in San Antonio with Lola and Papo this year, we had an extended holiday season. On Monday the 22nd, the night before we left, I opened up my presents from my folks. Daddy thought that was strange but Mommy didn't want to have to travel with all my gifts down there and then bring them back home. She's a lot smarter than him (so she says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7eWyaMoxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PGkP_U0mJiQ/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907495649682194" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7eWyaMoxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PGkP_U0mJiQ/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7eXYOdubI/AAAAAAAAAd4/U50z0GgEJCk/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907505801017778" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7eXYOdubI/AAAAAAAAAd4/U50z0GgEJCk/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday the 24th, we went to the Petroff's Christmas Eve party which Mommy had been attending since she was a child. It has always been a tradition that after dinner Uncle Peter plays the piano (he's a physician by trade, but a pianist/composer by heart) and everyone sings Christmas carols. Unfortunately, &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; (my favorite) is not a holiday song that we could sing a million times. That was a late night for me (about 10:30) but I was really entertained by the music . . . and the pretty girls.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286909363039984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7gDe-vWgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QezwCYz2atM/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For dinner on Christmas day, we went to my cousins' (Caleb and Jacob) house and saw my extended family again. I got some pretty cool gifts from everyone and of course wanted to play with each of them before unwrapping the next ones. It was another late night for me (around 11:00) but my hundreds of cousins (ok, a bit of an exaggeration) and new toys kept me occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286915287471118210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7lcVNMV4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DPPDHFTPcAc/s200/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Lola and Papo's, we didn't actually open up our gifts from Santa until the day &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Christmas. Reese, JP, and baby Joseph didn't get in from Dallas until the early morning hours on the 25th and everyone was sick so they all slept in or rested in the morning, then we couldn't seem to coordinate all of our naps/meals/etc. with the whole group before we had to leave for Jacob and Caleb's house. Luckily, I was ok with waiting to up open up my gifts (probably because I had gone through so many already). I'm just glad that Santa knew I wasn't home for Christmas and dropped off my gifts at Lola and Papo's. I'm also thankful that he apparently overlooked most of my behaviors over the past year. That night we also celebrated &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html"&gt;Daddy's birthday&lt;/a&gt; a day early. I didn't get to bed until later than usual again (9:30), but not as late as the previous two evenings.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286918021913557858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7n7fzEu2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0VcUm3g0oL8/s200/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We came back home on Saturday with Mommy's SUV literally packed full of our stuff (mostly my toys). My parents said that we'll be needing a bigger car to travel in once my sister arrives. I think that since Mommy's car is paid for, we should just keep it and leave the baby at home if she's going to take up that much room. I'm pretty smart like my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we ended the season on New Year's Day at Nona and Papa's house since the Hoges weren't together on Christmas. My other cousins and I were super spoiled by the grandparents (as usual) and again left with a packed car. Mommy had brought my pjs because she knew that it would be yet another late night for me (only 9:15 this time). &lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/10e3438b.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=10e3438b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really busy and "profitable" Christmas this year, but I'm ready to get caught up on my sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-354341839068347166?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/354341839068347166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=354341839068347166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/354341839068347166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/354341839068347166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-marathon.html' title='Christmas Marathon'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SV7eWyaMoxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PGkP_U0mJiQ/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-535455044351628356</id><published>2008-12-30T21:36:00.047-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:08:24.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Activities</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm a pretty active guy (when you're this good looking you can't help but to be busy with so many friends) and did a lot in December leading up to Christmas so I'm just going to give you a brief summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to see the largest Christmas tree in the world (that would be in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; world) at the Galleria in the middle of the skating rink. I even saw Santa Claus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVrufEZPbLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r4I-XZIlcmg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285799330195664050" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVrufEZPbLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r4I-XZIlcmg/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had our annual playgroup Christmas party and book exchange at Madison and Mason's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVrugLnPvDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RcgyFB29JO4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285799349313322034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVrugLnPvDI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RcgyFB29JO4/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr1TqGV24I/AAAAAAAAAc4/W9NmszX6RCg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285806830739905410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr1TqGV24I/AAAAAAAAAc4/W9NmszX6RCg/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, Mommy joined my class for another Christmas party and book exchange. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285807925352248242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr2TX2Qs7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/F0ayeemEsoE/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr2S5cFLxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/o6uvGTL3ssw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285807917189377810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr2S5cFLxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/o6uvGTL3ssw/s200/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One night we visited Frisco's &lt;a href="http://www.friscosquare.com/ChristmasInTheSquare2"&gt;Christmas in the Square&lt;/a&gt; like we did last year and watched all the lights choreographed to the holiday music. I even saw Santa Claus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr4957d63I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gx8zjAV2NiY/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285810855078652786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr4957d63I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gx8zjAV2NiY/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr49nPlxiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NefPcvasREU/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285810850062779938" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr49nPlxiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NefPcvasREU/s200/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night we stopped by Frisco Fire Department's &lt;a href="http://www.ci.frisco.tx.us/safetytown/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;Safety Town &lt;/a&gt;(it's a mini-city designed to educate children about public safety . . . hence the name) to see their holiday light displays and activities. I even saw Santa Claus there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr6a0JzNcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iIocQW6owaE/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285812451255989698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr6a0JzNcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iIocQW6owaE/s200/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr6avRfosI/AAAAAAAAAdg/dnGBFKqMl_Y/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285812449946084034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVr6avRfosI/AAAAAAAAAdg/dnGBFKqMl_Y/s200/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you can see I was really busy before Christmas. But apparently not as busy as Santa Claus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-535455044351628356?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/535455044351628356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=535455044351628356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/535455044351628356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/535455044351628356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas Activities'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVrufEZPbLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r4I-XZIlcmg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8540328366890865313</id><published>2008-12-27T20:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:02:32.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVbpjwn0VfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gF3YWVbHCqw/s1600-h/BabyBrandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284668013322458610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVbpjwn0VfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gF3YWVbHCqw/s320/BabyBrandon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is Daddy's birthday and Mommy almost forgot. We were down in San Antonio for Christmas and everyone had already celebrated the night before at Mommy's favorite restaurant (funny how that worked out). But the next morning we were packing up, getting ready to go back home, and everyone forgot the big day until we were walking out the door. Daddy was so nice and never said anything all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made it home finally (no tantrums the whole trip!) we gave Daddy our presents and, with my persistence, sang "Happy Birthday" about 20 times (seriously). I think I wore him down and he was satisfied with our recognition of his 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday . . . could that number be right? Anyway, sorry that we almost forgot (even though Mommy would have killed you if you did the same)! We do love you lots- you're the best!&lt;br /&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/3455012928736657199-8540328366890865313?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8540328366890865313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8540328366890865313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8540328366890865313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8540328366890865313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Daddy!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SVbpjwn0VfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gF3YWVbHCqw/s72-c/BabyBrandon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7171352659558823154</id><published>2008-12-19T15:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:39:58.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Visit with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SUwSMzHBAiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G51iIZY4Ij8/s1600-h/Santa+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616474086113826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SUwSMzHBAiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G51iIZY4Ij8/s320/Santa+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally made it to see Santa Claus before he went back to the North Pole to collect my gifts.  I was extremely hesitant to sit in the man's lap but Mommy promised me candy afterwards (she does that with haircuts, too).  Her bribe worked because I did not try to "escape" like &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/12/visiting-santa.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;.  So we took two pictures (the first one I had a bigger frown) and I hopped right off to receive my much-deserved treat.  I don't get candy very often at all so I wouldn't mind a few more visits; I might even muster up a smile after a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7171352659558823154?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7171352659558823154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7171352659558823154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7171352659558823154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7171352659558823154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/third-visit-with-santa.html' title='Third Visit with Santa'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SUwSMzHBAiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/G51iIZY4Ij8/s72-c/Santa+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1044600223845972607</id><published>2008-12-08T22:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:11:50.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Parade</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy were brave enough to take me to the Neiman Marcus Adolphus Children's Parade this year. Each year our group gets tickets together and makes a trip to downtown Dallas. You have to get there early to get good seats (but isn't that why we bought the tickets?), and then wait a while in the cold for the parade to start. Although I was getting quite antsy for the show to begin, I really enjoyed it once it started. I saw many characters from tv, Miss America, Miss Texas, and Miss Dallas, some of the Dallas Stars and Rangers, lots of bands and dancers, and of course elves, Rudolph, Frosty and Santa. My complaints were minimal, but once the parade was over I was ready to get the heck out of those tight quarters. My parents were quite shocked that I tolerated almost two hours in one spot.  That will be my Christmas present to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/42405bf0.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=42405bf0.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1044600223845972607?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1044600223845972607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1044600223845972607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1044600223845972607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1044600223845972607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/12/childrens-parade.html' title='Children&apos;s Parade'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-556508595652957311</id><published>2008-12-07T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:06:47.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains</title><content type='html'>My first girlfriend, &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/03/clarification.html"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/a&gt;, was in town from Little Rock for Thanksgiving so the next day we went on our first real train ride. We met at the depot to take the North Pole Express (i.e., Grapevine Vintage Railroad), but we never actually made it to the North Pole. Santa did come to visit us on our train, though. It was very cool, and I was in such awe that I actually behaved myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/d8157610.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For playgroup last week we went to see the Trains at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Northpark&lt;/span&gt; Center exhibit and saw elaborate displays of miniature cities/landmarks with vintage locomotives. There were so many trains going back and forth and I loved watching all of them . . . wondering how I could get my hands on those cars to disassemble them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/493ea322.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=493ea322.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-556508595652957311?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/556508595652957311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=556508595652957311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/556508595652957311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/556508595652957311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/trains.html' title='Trains'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1598655561706005480</id><published>2008-11-28T20:54:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:54:22.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/STC1nK9X3FI/AAAAAAAAATY/ufT2sRNYnwE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914848212147282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/STC1nK9X3FI/AAAAAAAAATY/ufT2sRNYnwE/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had so much fun this year Nona and Papa's house on Thanksgiving day. They had their house all decked out again with Christmas trees, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt;, nutcrackers, etc. everywhere. Nona even organized an official "lighting" of the house. It was pretty cool except that not everyone turned their remotes on at the same time. We'll practice counting down again before next year's gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916525120759266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/STC3Ix7ipeI/AAAAAAAAATg/xwcfJ9QcJz4/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It had been summer since all of the cousins have been able to play together. This was Natalie and Gavin's first Thanksgiving since arriving from Russia but they have adapted well to the chaos. We made lots of noise and a big mess, but minimal tears were shed and no one got hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone ate so much good food. Well, not me of course. Nothing irritates Mommy more than my exceptionally picky choice in nutrition. I don't change my game plan and alter my diet even during special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed watching the Cowboys beat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seahawks&lt;/span&gt; 34-9 and then the Longhorns KILL the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aggies&lt;/span&gt; 49-9. Daddy was so so happy. It was another great Thanksgiving with so much to feel grateful for. (By the way, it also irritates Mommy to end a sentence with a preposition.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1598655561706005480?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1598655561706005480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1598655561706005480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1598655561706005480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1598655561706005480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/STC1nK9X3FI/AAAAAAAAATY/ufT2sRNYnwE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4109027292993842684</id><published>2008-11-14T14:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:31:19.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SR3dGU58zHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iSJSCzF8NH8/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268610239854070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SR3dGU58zHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iSJSCzF8NH8/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you know, I'm &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-shy.html"&gt;camera shy&lt;/a&gt; but I'm making some improvements. I'm screaming less at Mommy when she has that darn device pointed at me, and I'm interested in seeing the pictures after she takes them (of course I'm still having difficulty with the concept that the image needs to be captured prior to the viewing). For my school picture, I didn't have my blanket like &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; (thank God- that was so embarrassing!), but I didn't exactly smile either. In any case, I'm still quite the cutie.  I can say that with absolute objectivity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4109027292993842684?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4109027292993842684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4109027292993842684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4109027292993842684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4109027292993842684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-picture.html' title='School Picture'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SR3dGU58zHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iSJSCzF8NH8/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-269558832173490386</id><published>2008-11-03T13:47:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:09:50.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October Fun</title><content type='html'>October was a lot of fun with all sorts of activities. We made a trip to the pumpkin patch (just in time to kick up our allergies again) complete with hayrides, animals, and of course pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/d68da139.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=d68da139.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween Mommy was a bit limited on my costume options again since I will still not wear anything on my head. So she got me a UPS delivery uniform this year (&lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/qt-butt-md.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; I was a doctor) and I wore it a few times. First, I had a party at school with everyone dressed up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264631559790184658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ-6gqqayNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XH39QhBn9QI/s320/015+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we had a party for playgroup, but Mommy didn't take many pictures and we never got the group together as in the &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/comparisons.html"&gt;past years&lt;/a&gt;. But here I am "driving" Cade around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264633063317249154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ-74LvNHII/AAAAAAAAATA/oSHPLye8cXE/s320/007+-+Copy+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, I wore my costume again to go trick-or-treating. I had so much fun getting all that candy in my "pumpkin bag." Mommy let me eat one piece that night. Of course, I picked a sucker and finished it in my bath. Just like at Sam's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/fb61a667.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=fb61a667.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-269558832173490386?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/269558832173490386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=269558832173490386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/269558832173490386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/269558832173490386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-fun.html' title='October Fun'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ-6gqqayNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XH39QhBn9QI/s72-c/015+-+Copy+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5469483106016314265</id><published>2008-11-02T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:26:56.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ_Ndy11m8I/AAAAAAAAATI/taklg9l7ozo/s1600-h/283098_150x150_mb_art_R0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652401166883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ_Ndy11m8I/AAAAAAAAATI/taklg9l7ozo/s320/283098_150x150_mb_art_R0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's Horns lost their #1 BCS spot to #7 Tech due to the loss on Saturday night. He and the other dads were so upset; he actually equated his feelings about it to having a girlfriend break up with him. I don't know what that's like so I'll just have to trust that it hurts a lot. But on Sunday the updated rankings came out and Texas only dropped to #4. Daddy got his hopes up again for a national championship. He then said that the good news was just like feeling like there was a possibility of getting back together with the girlfriend that broke up with him. Again, I don't understand and Mommy wants to know which girlfriend he is talking about.  Hopefully he gets to see the tower lit up this season with a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5469483106016314265?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5469483106016314265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5469483106016314265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5469483106016314265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5469483106016314265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/11/poor-daddy.html' title='Poor Daddy'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQ_Ndy11m8I/AAAAAAAAATI/taklg9l7ozo/s72-c/283098_150x150_mb_art_R0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1345524343939757428</id><published>2008-10-29T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:07:44.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out and vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQe9b0zcW0I/AAAAAAAAASo/SS4WnZs2ELo/s1600-h/016+-+Copy+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262382975334243138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQe9b0zcW0I/AAAAAAAAASo/SS4WnZs2ELo/s320/016+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may be feeling under the weather but I still went and voted early. I'm not the most patient person so I didn't think that anyone would have appreciated my tantrums while waiting in those long lines on election day. So be a responsible citizen and vote! That is, unless you support someone who resembles a Marxist and seeks to "change" the core fundamentals of our capitalist society to a socialist nation. In that case, wouldn't it be a great relief to finally complete that long "to do" list that has been hanging over your head within the next week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1345524343939757428?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1345524343939757428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1345524343939757428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1345524343939757428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1345524343939757428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-out-and-vote.html' title='Get out and vote!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQe9b0zcW0I/AAAAAAAAASo/SS4WnZs2ELo/s72-c/016+-+Copy+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-911420168342206210</id><published>2008-10-28T19:53:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:06:16.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQnNMhh8xwI/AAAAAAAAASw/TkN-3cPviRI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262963254602024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQnNMhh8xwI/AAAAAAAAASw/TkN-3cPviRI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 26th was Mommy and Daddy's &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-5th-anniversary.html"&gt;wedding anniversary&lt;/a&gt;. They celebrated on Saturday night with dinner at a hibachi restaurant and then a Halloween party (yes, they even dressed up). I always miss out on all the fun. Sunday was their actual anniversary so Lola and Papo, who are in town waiting for my newest cousin Joseph to arrive, took everyone out to eat at Texas de Brazil. The flowers? Oh, they're not from Daddy. They're from Lola and Papo. Mommy was just glad that she got roses from &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-911420168342206210?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/911420168342206210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=911420168342206210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/911420168342206210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/911420168342206210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-years.html' title='Six Years'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQnNMhh8xwI/AAAAAAAAASw/TkN-3cPviRI/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1074591044584799326</id><published>2008-10-23T21:19:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:14:24.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0nnLV30I/AAAAAAAAASI/Rrpk8Vm7d6Q/s1600-h/006+-+Copy+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260543694881546050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0nnLV30I/AAAAAAAAASI/Rrpk8Vm7d6Q/s320/006+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0nXQQOOI/AAAAAAAAASA/KUI1KpoJ9jk/s1600-h/003+-+Copy+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260543690607180002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0nXQQOOI/AAAAAAAAASA/KUI1KpoJ9jk/s320/003+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0mubeDwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ohvPWhaatCY/s1600-h/009+-+Copy+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260543679648370434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0mubeDwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ohvPWhaatCY/s320/009+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, there is a new trail in our neighborhood that leads to an ergonomic-looking playground. I don't know if you can call it ergonomic since it seems very unsafe. It's not completely done yet (or at least I'm assuming since the swingset is missing swings), and I'm not quite sure how anyone under 34 y.o. plays on it (I picked that age because even Daddy had trouble). How does this equipment function and do you need to sign a liability waiver to use it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260546778674473554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE3bHM3qlI/AAAAAAAAASg/WG04QswCR_U/s320/002+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260545809053256338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE2irFKCpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sIhMVui27hY/s320/010+-+Copy+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1074591044584799326?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1074591044584799326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1074591044584799326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1074591044584799326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1074591044584799326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-playground.html' title='New Playground'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SQE0nnLV30I/AAAAAAAAASI/Rrpk8Vm7d6Q/s72-c/006+-+Copy+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4134476360175452334</id><published>2008-10-20T21:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:24:50.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longhorn Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SP1GGclLqwI/AAAAAAAAARw/LuwFPk1hq6Q/s1600-h/005+-+Copy+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437016403913474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SP1GGclLqwI/AAAAAAAAARw/LuwFPk1hq6Q/s320/005+-+Copy+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you know (unless your "new" to us) Daddy is a HUGE Texas football fan. Actually, he is a GIANORMOUS fan.  He claims that his diploma will be revoked if he does not watch each and every game (or at least that's the excuse he gives Mommy). Right now he is very proud (and shocked) of his team beating Oklahoma last week to take their spot at #1.  Daddy and Mommy went to the game on Saturday (yet another trip without me) with several friends when the horns  pummelled #11 Mizzou.  Next they play #6 Oklahoma State and then #8 Tech.  Very tough schedule this year, but he is hoping for a to a trip to Miami for the BCS National Championship game in January.  Maybe they'll take me on that excursion if they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* As you see in the picture above Mommy is wearing more of a crimson orange than a burnt one because she no longer fits in her Longhorn shirts (and refuses to get a maternity one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4134476360175452334?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4134476360175452334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4134476360175452334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4134476360175452334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4134476360175452334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/longhorn-pride.html' title='Longhorn Pride'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SP1GGclLqwI/AAAAAAAAARw/LuwFPk1hq6Q/s72-c/005+-+Copy+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-3645919649562315940</id><published>2008-10-06T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:51:42.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a . . . </title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/Girl.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-3645919649562315940?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/3645919649562315940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=3645919649562315940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3645919649562315940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/3645919649562315940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/its.html' title='It&apos;s a . . . '/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5456839429856583904</id><published>2008-10-04T14:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:31:30.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been a bit infatuated with shapes, numbers, and letters.  I love relating everyday objects to different shapes, can identify most numbers up to 20, and can name all the letters and their sounds.  Mommy does not feel that she can take the credit for my interests though since she hasn't exactly been spending much time teaching me these things. Is it possible that Mickey Mouse Clubhouse has provided me all of this knowledge in just 25-minute segments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks had been trying to get me on video doing my alphabet puzzle but I haven't let them until lately (as you may recall my &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-shy.html"&gt;aversion to cameras&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d12a49f60d945ef5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd12a49f60d945ef5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11E457BE73C70E76B47B8A0664D29A9DCEE0D5E2.30E464D7DA3A2AE8613734CD7A7D33A8EF16A3ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd12a49f60d945ef5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEClc_GJsX8_8NbEfD0cravkt360&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd12a49f60d945ef5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11E457BE73C70E76B47B8A0664D29A9DCEE0D5E2.30E464D7DA3A2AE8613734CD7A7D33A8EF16A3ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd12a49f60d945ef5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEClc_GJsX8_8NbEfD0cravkt360&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5456839429856583904?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d12a49f60d945ef5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5456839429856583904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5456839429856583904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5456839429856583904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5456839429856583904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1210603111420496304</id><published>2008-09-27T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:25:25.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>Last weekend (ok, so I'm slacking on my postings) a large group of us went to the Plano Balloon Festival. I've missed past years' outings because I wanted to go to bed so early, but not this year. When Mommy mentioned in the morning that we were going to see hot air balloons later, I got a little impatient and threw a few fits because I just couldn't wait.  Well, I probably would have thrown a few for some other reason whether I knew that information or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/de3b07a0.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=de3b07a0.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1210603111420496304?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1210603111420496304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1210603111420496304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1210603111420496304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1210603111420496304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/09/balloon-festival.html' title='Balloon Festival'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4650372647738666859</id><published>2008-09-08T17:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:05:41.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins . . .</title><content type='html'>August 30th started the weekly rituals of wearing my Colt McCoy jersey on Saturdays, staying up late at friends' houses for night games, and competing with the tv for attention during game time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243836660848763826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMXZqPYPo7I/AAAAAAAAARg/h8Zv85y6peA/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday kicked off the weekly rituals of wearing my Tony Romo jersey on Sundays and competing with the tv for attention during game time (we typically watch the Cowboy games at home so I don't have to stay up late). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243836664820146306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMXZqeLGIII/AAAAAAAAARo/5CIhycsTMiw/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4650372647738666859?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4650372647738666859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4650372647738666859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4650372647738666859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4650372647738666859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins . . .'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMXZqPYPo7I/AAAAAAAAARg/h8Zv85y6peA/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-9014584432979941188</id><published>2008-09-07T22:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:39:12.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heard Museum</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy have been so tired of the heat this summer so since it was a little cool this morning, they decided to take me to the &lt;a href="http://www.heardmuseum.org/"&gt;Heard Museum&lt;/a&gt; here in McKinney; every year they have the &lt;em&gt;Dinosaurs Alive&lt;/em&gt; exhibit. Mommy tried to prepare me for the visit- we looked at the website with the dinosaurs and talked about what they sound like. We even practiced "roaring" in the car. But, just as she anticipated, I was scared of them and kept my head turned to the left (those creatures were all on the right side of the trail). I guess that I was not expecting them to move and "talk." Aren't they extinct? Despite my fears, I kept talking about the dinosaurs and playfully imitating their noises when we left.  At home, I keep asking to see them on the internet again. When asked if I want to go back to see them again I say "No, all done dinosaurs!" Maybe next year . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/31b8f1fa.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=31b8f1fa.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-9014584432979941188?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/9014584432979941188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=9014584432979941188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9014584432979941188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9014584432979941188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/09/heard-museum.html' title='The Heard Museum'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-9121121153605364723</id><published>2008-09-05T09:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:35:54.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I finally went back to school (Mother's Day Out) on Thursday and Mommy was very happy about my return for some reason. On Tuesday the church had Open House so I saw my new classroom and met my new teachers, Mrs. Monica and Mrs. Kristy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101679211765138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM9Mrar3ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fu0C_E9j66A/s200/2_yrs+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the morning I said goodbye to Daddy and Chopper, and I seemed eager to get to school. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101703997108962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM9OHv-MuI/AAAAAAAAARI/U8fx7fe2Ju4/s200/2_yrs+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101708475624882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM9OYbu7bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/A7PSd42IG3k/s200/2_yrs+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When Mommy dropped me off, I was such a big boy and didn't cry at all (which was a huge improvement from &lt;a href="http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2007/09/traumatic-day.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;). I did ask her for my blanket, but when she gave it to me I just walked off and didn't pay anymore attention to her even when she tried to kiss me goodbye. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243101711807835794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM9Ok2MbpI/AAAAAAAAARY/MLoX_GlqLF8/s200/2_yrs+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When she came to pick me up though I started whimpering and told her, "All done school!" My daily report said that I had a great first day and was very friendly. My teachers also added that I was one of the few to take a nap- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; miss an opportunity to sleep? They have so much to learn about me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM7bcADB_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7gFO8z81E7s/s1600-h/2_yrs+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM7btua-PI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ohpIKGO2QoY/s1600-h/2_yrs+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-9121121153605364723?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/9121121153605364723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=9121121153605364723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9121121153605364723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/9121121153605364723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SMM9Mrar3ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fu0C_E9j66A/s72-c/2_yrs+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5427670580407380528</id><published>2008-09-02T16:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:51:55.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer with the Suttons</title><content type='html'>Mommy didn't have anywhere to "put" me while she worked over the summer since I was out of school. So, I got to spend a lot time with Carter and Cade at their house which I did not mind at all. Their mommy lets them do fun stuff like eat lots of candy (even in the bathtub), scream in the house, and get dirty outside. One weekend when our Dads were out of town together, we spent the night at their house. I had a good night's rest but Mommy was very tired the next morning. Apparently she's a light sleeper while I made a lot of noise and moved around often. How does she normally sleep with all of Daddy's snoring? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/354c9999.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=354c9999.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5427670580407380528?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5427670580407380528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5427670580407380528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5427670580407380528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5427670580407380528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-with-suttons.html' title='Summer with the Suttons'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5118958846873700523</id><published>2008-08-20T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:19:44.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbo Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SKxEGkRsUSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lSO7sL-ZFFU/s1600-h/17_wks+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SKxEGkRsUSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lSO7sL-ZFFU/s320/17_wks+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236635346332832034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not like &lt;em&gt;taking&lt;/em&gt; pictures but I love to &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at pictures of myself. When I come across this one, I usually comment "&lt;em&gt;Go pee pee in potty&lt;/em&gt;." Mommy just laughs. I wonder if she finds it funny because she used to put a potty chair in the living room- how inappropriate is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5118958846873700523?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5118958846873700523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5118958846873700523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5118958846873700523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5118958846873700523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/08/bumbo.html' title='Bumbo Chair'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SKxEGkRsUSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lSO7sL-ZFFU/s72-c/17_wks+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1842607865985897664</id><published>2008-08-06T17:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:51:18.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Shy</title><content type='html'>If you haven't noticed lately, there haven't been any pictures of me smiling.  That's because every time Mommy gets out the camera, I get mad and start crying.  So, she has to sneak the camera out and capture this blank look on my face before I scream at her.  My parents even tried to get my two-year pictures done, but I wouldn't cooperate with the photographer even though she tried all her "kid" tricks.  If this continues, my future career as a model will be quite hindered.  Fortunately, my Nobel Peace prize candidacy should not be affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/bd46557b.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=bd46557b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1842607865985897664?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1842607865985897664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1842607865985897664&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1842607865985897664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1842607865985897664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/08/camera-shy.html' title='Camera Shy'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8164903951971885779</id><published>2008-07-30T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:23:06.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SJNv-qcfgzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wFITvGR3ElU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229646714643645234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SJNv-qcfgzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wFITvGR3ElU/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of inside Mommy's tummy; she had it taken a couple of weeks ago. Whatever that thing is in the picture, it's making her really sick and tired a lot. She must have had this in her tummy before because she said that last time she didn't feel badly. I hope that it goes away soon because Daddy and I want Mommy "back".  But, unfortunately they said it's sticking around until February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-8164903951971885779?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8164903951971885779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8164903951971885779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8164903951971885779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8164903951971885779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/07/blob.html' title='The Blob'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SJNv-qcfgzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wFITvGR3ElU/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-370105582926504730</id><published>2008-07-17T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:17:26.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SIDxPD_lPkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ue5dj9qj-MY/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224440808822095426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SIDxPD_lPkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ue5dj9qj-MY/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the past week I've seen a lot of my family. Ninong Cesar came over to drop off my birthday present (yes, it was late, but they had a good excuse), the gang surprised Papa for his birthday, and then we went down to San Antonio to see the rest of the family. Each time, Mommy kept putting me in this new shirt she got me. She must have &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; liked it since I must have worn that thing four times in less than seven days. Personally, I thought it was a fashion &lt;em&gt;faux pas&lt;/em&gt;, but what do I know- I'm only two. Plus I've learned from Daddy to &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; scrutinize Mommy's methods. I've heard that there is some sort of dog house that you have to sleep in when you get in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-370105582926504730?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/370105582926504730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=370105582926504730&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/370105582926504730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/370105582926504730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-time.html' title='My New Shirt'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SIDxPD_lPkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ue5dj9qj-MY/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7295016349352589624</id><published>2008-07-14T16:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:34:16.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Proudest Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SHv80wq4kDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZnCnpkV7JBA/s1600-h/2_yrs+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223046176214388786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SHv80wq4kDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZnCnpkV7JBA/s320/2_yrs+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have accomplished a lot in my lifetime- none of which includes using a cup without spilling, staying still for more than 15 seconds, or being patient.  And, if throwing tantrums were an actual sport, I'd win the gold.  In any case, before I turned two I was identifying shapes and now I am counting to 15.  My articulation may not be great (thank God I happen to be pretty close to a speech therapist), but I am also recognizing and naming many of the letters of the alphabet. However, the skill that I am most proud of is using the toilet (or as I like to call it, "&lt;em&gt;pee pee potty&lt;/em&gt;").  I may be a bit behind some of my friends in this area and far from getting rid of my diapers, but my parents have been quite excited that I'm not screaming my head off (shocking, right?) when I sit down much less using the potty successfully.  Now if I could just convince Daddy to install a tv in the bathroom, I might use it a whole lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7295016349352589624?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7295016349352589624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7295016349352589624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7295016349352589624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7295016349352589624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-proudest-achievement.html' title='My Proudest Achievement'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SHv80wq4kDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZnCnpkV7JBA/s72-c/2_yrs+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-696954276259590401</id><published>2008-07-05T12:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:42:27.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day </title><content type='html'>This year my folks got brave and decided to keep me up late to watch fireworks for the first time.  Brayden's family came with us and took our neighborhood trolley to the Fourth of July celebration here at Craig Ranch.  There were thousands of people there this year, but luckily we got a great spot to play and watch the fireworks.  I ended up going to bed at 10:30 that night (the latest ever) and didn't pitch one fit about it!  Unfortunately for Mommy and Daddy, I still woke up at the same time the next morning.  I am not allowing any sleeping in on the weekends until I'm at least a teenager.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/9159aa0d.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=9159aa0d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-696954276259590401?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/696954276259590401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=696954276259590401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/696954276259590401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/696954276259590401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day '/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-507142572530771558</id><published>2008-06-29T20:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:40:00.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with My Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SGmCq6lwZSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QMnYfLRyfN0/s1600-h/18_wks+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217845317079164194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SGmCq6lwZSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QMnYfLRyfN0/s320/18_wks+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was young, Chopper didn't pay much attention to me and vice-versa.  Now, he and I love to play together. I throw him the ball and he fetches it, we chase each other around the house, and we often roll around on the floor together. Sometimes when he feels lazy and doesn't want to play, I get mad and scream at him (one of the few times I can get away with screaming without having to go to "quiet time") while he just lays there staring at me.  Nevertheless, he's a great big brother and I hope to be one too one day . . . as long as I don't have to share my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/Tug-of-War.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-507142572530771558?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/507142572530771558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=507142572530771558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/507142572530771558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/507142572530771558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-with-my-big-brother.html' title='Fun with My Big Brother'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SGmCq6lwZSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QMnYfLRyfN0/s72-c/18_wks+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4659925482378472998</id><published>2008-06-16T18:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:48:05.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/67b5a3fb.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=127" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=67b5a3fb.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy forgot her camera at home (shocking, I know) so I don't have any pictures of our Father's Day outing with the Hoge family. We went to Plano's new &lt;a href="http://www.plano.gov/Departments/parksandrecreation/recenters/muehlenbeck_center.htm"&gt;Muehlenbeck Center&lt;/a&gt; and had a ton of fun in the water "park". You can follow the link above to check it out, but just a warning- the site doesn't have any cute pictures of me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had dinner at Nona and Papa's house and celebrated Gavin's 2nd birthday along with Father's Day.  I didn't eat anything for dinner because I didn't want to spoil my appetite for the birthday cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4659925482378472998?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4659925482378472998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4659925482378472998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4659925482378472998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4659925482378472998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-7901506903478579157</id><published>2008-06-04T15:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:12:02.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Cabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/83bba894.pbw" height="360" width="360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks got back from their trip Monday night. I was so excited when Mommy came through the door, I yelled "Daddy"! I had a great time getting spoiled by Nona and Papa, but from what I hear my parents had a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed at one of those all-inclusive resorts with all their drinks included, so I bet that they drank a lot of milk there (two of the mommies were pregnant so they probably drank more milk than the others). Daddy got scuba certified before they left and went on four dives in Cabo. On his third dive he went down 125 feet which is not a depth for beginners- he was nervous but he loved it. He got to swim in this channel running between the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Cortez under the tip of the Baja Peninsula on his last dive. Even though Mommy used SPF 55 and tried to stay in the shade, she still came back darker (but she was trying to avoid something called &lt;em&gt;wrinkles&lt;/em&gt;). Mostly during the day they all hung out at the swim-up bar which Mommy coined the "pee pool" (I do not get that since I thought that you can do that in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; pools). At night, they ate and drank more juice. But I'm guessing that the entire time they talked about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of the silly dads (including mine) "surfing." Most days that they were there, the tides were so rough that the red warning flags were up on the beach (that didn't really stop them though). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/MOV03355.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-7901506903478579157?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/7901506903478579157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=7901506903478579157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7901506903478579157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/7901506903478579157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-cabo.html' title='Back from Cabo'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4691526798116525350</id><published>2008-05-28T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:07:41.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline</title><content type='html'>My folks are taking another one of their trips without me tomorrow.  This time they are going to Cabo San Lucas with a group of their friends and they won't be back until next week.  Nona is kind enough to keep me company in the meantime and we'll have dinner with Papa each night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Mommy will be bringing her camera with her so I won't be able to take any pictures of myself and update you all with my cuteness.  Besides, I'll be busy keeping Nona and Papa occupied (I don't want them to get bored while I'm on the computer- that's so rude).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4691526798116525350?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4691526798116525350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4691526798116525350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4691526798116525350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4691526798116525350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-1363351136674489959</id><published>2008-05-20T12:52:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:24:32.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Birthday Bonanza!</title><content type='html'>I had many celebrations for my 2nd birthday. For our Wednesday playgroup, Mommy invited everyone to Peter Piper Pizza. Daddy even stopped by but left quickly; he said it was because of work but Mommy suspects that he was intimidated by being the only man there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/728e3ce2.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my last day of school on Thursday (yes, my mom is very sad), Mommy made cupcakes for me to share with my classmates after lunch. The teachers had to change my shirt after those cupcakes since it was so messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202928908496411522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SDSERqaKG4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-_ArrCs4YAY/s200/DSC03219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This Saturday, we had a family birthday party with all the Termulos (minus Aunt Toby- she was sick) and the Hoges. I had a blast playing with ALL of my cousins- Reese, JP, Kyleigh, Mikinley, Natalie and Gavin. Daddy and Mommy were a bit freaked out by the huge mess since they're not used to so many kids in the house, but they all helped put away the toys (at least their parents did). We even took the first ever Hoge family picture; unfortunately, someone forgot to grab Chopper. We didn't end up taking a Termulo family picture- it wouldn't be complete without Aunt Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/b68a09fe.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my actual birthday, Mommy convinced Daddy to have dinner at the mall so that I can do all my favorite things- ride on the elevator, escalator and carousel, play in the play area, and eat Chick-fil-a. I'm not very high maintenance in what makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/d66056ed.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy branded herself "Mother of the Week" for all her work on my birthday celebrations, but Daddy calls her "Mother of the Year." She has trained him well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-1363351136674489959?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/1363351136674489959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=1363351136674489959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1363351136674489959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/1363351136674489959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Big Birthday Bonanza!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SDSERqaKG4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-_ArrCs4YAY/s72-c/DSC03219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-8314946033540504482</id><published>2008-05-13T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:27:53.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we went to Kyleigh and Mikinley's house for Mother's Day.  Although they live the furthest away from everyone, they have the most stuff for the kids to play with (and ALL of it is pink).  It was the first time that the entire Hoge family got together since Natalie and Gavin arrived to the states a month ago.  We celebrated the big day for Mom, but really it should have been about me since I'm the sole reason she even gets a day of recognition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w201.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/0f827708.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i201.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa28/cynhoge/?action=view&amp;current=0f827708.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-8314946033540504482?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/8314946033540504482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=8314946033540504482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8314946033540504482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/8314946033540504482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-second-mothers-day.html' title='My Second Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-5736072369313286646</id><published>2008-05-06T12:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:52:11.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVfZfwY8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/DWhhP0SICSk/s1600-h/DSC03043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318336638116802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVfZfwY8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/DWhhP0SICSk/s200/DSC03043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVf5fwY9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BDbPuJd0EVw/s1600-h/DSC03046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318345228051410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVf5fwY9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BDbPuJd0EVw/s200/DSC03046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVg5fwY-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2L6hC0xZr_4/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197318362407920610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVg5fwY-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2L6hC0xZr_4/s200/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning we had "Muffins with Mom" at school. Mom, I mean &lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;, was nervous about sticking around for breakfast since every time she had stayed for a parties I wanted her to hold me (sometimes a change in my routine throws me off). But this time I went straight to the table to eat my food and didn't seem to notice that Mom, I mean &lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;, was there. What I did notice was that her muffin was much bigger than mine so I wanted hers too. She stayed for circle time to take pictures, and when she left I gave her a kiss and sat back down with just a little frown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a video of us during circle time (Mom, I mean &lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;, only had her digital camera and it kept focusing in and out):  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fc6fd513c77de73" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fc6fd513c77de73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E6F88179D5DFF943E129FFAE0AB822A4F0C100B.794DB94980D2408EF26D58C56E8ADB60DB2FD83E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fc6fd513c77de73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKOdaDNI8JKXjk-MUejy7FV-4kA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fc6fd513c77de73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331631677%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E6F88179D5DFF943E129FFAE0AB822A4F0C100B.794DB94980D2408EF26D58C56E8ADB60DB2FD83E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fc6fd513c77de73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKOdaDNI8JKXjk-MUejy7FV-4kA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-5736072369313286646?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fc6fd513c77de73&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/5736072369313286646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=5736072369313286646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5736072369313286646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/5736072369313286646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/muffins-with-mom.html' title='Muffins with Mom'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SCCVfZfwY8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/DWhhP0SICSk/s72-c/DSC03043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455012928736657199.post-4714025032129552536</id><published>2008-05-05T21:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:03:02.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SB_Jz5fwY6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nwlKLIaL0eI/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197094388453368738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SB_Jz5fwY6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nwlKLIaL0eI/s200/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SB_J1pfwY7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_ze3SyCM6tg/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197094418518139826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SB_J1pfwY7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_ze3SyCM6tg/s200/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm about to be two years old, which is pretty grown up, so I started calling my Mommy "Mom." She tries to correct me, but I'm pretty stuck on my her new name. In any case, she's pretty cool because she let me play in the rain this afternoon. Of course, she may not have stopped me because she was just killing time until Daddy came home (I haven't renamed him yet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3455012928736657199-4714025032129552536?l=thehoges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/feeds/4714025032129552536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3455012928736657199&amp;postID=4714025032129552536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4714025032129552536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3455012928736657199/posts/default/4714025032129552536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehoges.blogspot.com/2008/05/coolest-mom.html' title='The Coolest Mom'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777891408080642446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SjW7bjey70I/AAAAAAAAAkE/XBAD1Ttqhf0/S220/031060603_11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dx-NP7T5Un4/SB_Jz5fwY6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nwlKLIaL0eI/s72-c/DSC03035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
