<?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-2537382250585271493</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:34:25.719-05:00</updated><category term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Adventures In Parenting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-6212498908813234815</id><published>2010-05-10T16:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:16:22.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBpHrPuII/AAAAAAAAAGo/IFPg6yqP4QY/s1600/Aiden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764290876520578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBpHrPuII/AAAAAAAAAGo/IFPg6yqP4QY/s320/Aiden1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBo8fIBPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CXYF4XfoODI/s1600/Connor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764287872894194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBo8fIBPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CXYF4XfoODI/s320/Connor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBoUFsYgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ALU3RcS1fHA/s1600/Eanjan2010(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469764277028807170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBoUFsYgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ALU3RcS1fHA/s320/Eanjan2010(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-h-XFdax7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e1kEQSOMSZE/s1600/Oheckboys2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay, okay...it has been way too long since I blogged. I am going to try to start over. I even considered starting a new blog , but decided not to. I couldn't think of a name for it and it was just way too much effort. By the time I would have gotten it all set up I probably wouldn't have had time to write anyway. That seems to be the problem lately. So many things I want to do vs so many things I need to do and then it feels like nothing gets done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are getting so big. Connor will start Kindergarten in the fall. It is hard to believe. The time seems to go by faster every year. Aiden has a little over 2 weeks left of first grade. I don't think he's ready for summer vacation. Ean is looking forward to starting mothers day out next fall. He will go 2 days a week and I'll have 10 whole hours a week to myself. What will I do?? I don't think that there will ever be a problem with me finding something to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Israel got a promotion and started his new job this month. He will be working from home two days a week. He also tore two ligaments in his ankle a couple of weeks ago. He's been on crutches and has been in a lot of pain. His ankle/foot/leg is still extremely swollen. I'm hoping he doesn't have to have surgery, but it just doesn't seem to be getting any better. Because of his ankle we have been inside a lot more than we usually are this time of year. Camping plans have had to be canceled and anything requiring movement is now completely my responsibility. We are still in cub scouts. Israel is the pack master and a den leader, so that keeps us pretty busy. We decided not to do soccer this year, which is probably a good thing because with Israel's ankle he wouldn't have been able to coach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finish the 7th Harry Potter book. I started at Christmas and decided I wanted to read them all straight through. I did stop once or twice to read another book here and there, but for 4 months I was mostly consumed with Harry Potter. That is, when I wasn't cooking, cleaning, bathing, helping with homework, trying to do my own photography work, keeping the boys from torturing each other etc... I was actually quite sad for the story to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to add some updated photos of the boys and hopefully I'll be able to blog again soon.&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/2537382250585271493-6212498908813234815?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6212498908813234815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=6212498908813234815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6212498908813234815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6212498908813234815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/S-iBpHrPuII/AAAAAAAAAGo/IFPg6yqP4QY/s72-c/Aiden1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-8531027743214310367</id><published>2008-08-18T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:43:53.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmKgTjqpkI/AAAAAAAAADE/wIc-bce8o6Q/s1600-h/june2008+145a+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868329405228610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmKgTjqpkI/AAAAAAAAADE/wIc-bce8o6Q/s320/june2008+145a+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmKgpvCMgI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdeI8Y9dOD4/s1600-h/Eanhosebw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868335358489090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmKgpvCMgI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdeI8Y9dOD4/s320/Eanhosebw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still working on my vacation blog. LOL! Maybe I'll get it up soon. I also haven't edited any pictures from vacation either. Here is one of Aiden and one of Ean that I took awhile back. Connor hates having his picture taken, so its very hard to get a shot of him with his face in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-8531027743214310367?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8531027743214310367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=8531027743214310367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8531027743214310367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8531027743214310367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmKgTjqpkI/AAAAAAAAADE/wIc-bce8o6Q/s72-c/june2008+145a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-5670598945212644832</id><published>2008-08-08T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:01:15.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK82nQsBruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFeV1PHoVcs/s1600-h/vacation08+121Eana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237464939777601250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK82nQsBruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFeV1PHoVcs/s320/vacation08+121Eana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK82R9lo03I/AAAAAAAAAD0/NnnPzS_upa8/s1600-h/vacation08+147Connora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237464573873279858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK82R9lo03I/AAAAAAAAAD0/NnnPzS_upa8/s320/vacation08+147Connora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK81_UXkGFI/AAAAAAAAADs/iS1_9diSfwc/s1600-h/vacation08+118Aidena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237464253570750546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK81_UXkGFI/AAAAAAAAADs/iS1_9diSfwc/s320/vacation08+118Aidena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK8yaGLuLvI/AAAAAAAAADk/bcdwrumVUG4/s1600-h/vacation08+108theboysa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237460315572940530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK8yaGLuLvI/AAAAAAAAADk/bcdwrumVUG4/s320/vacation08+108theboysa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from wadding in the river. My monitor seems to be off on the color/contrast...something. Haven't figured it out quite yet, but the pictures look different depending on where they are opened. I need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calibrate&lt;/span&gt; my monitor.We have been back from vacation for awhile , but I just haven't had a chance to blog. I really don't have time now, but the things I need to be doing...I just don't feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to our camping cabin on Friday evening. The cabin was cute. It had a double bed, bunk beds, cable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; and a microwave. Outside it had a grill, picnic table and fire pit. We had to walk to the bathrooms, but they were really nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wasn't real fond of having to walk to the bathroom. I wasn't to sure about it,but it turned out fine. That night we went out for dinner at a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. The four adults and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sat at one table while the 5 boys sat at the other table. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was tired from the long trip and didn't do so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the outlets to shop. It was tax free weekend, so it was packed. I don't like crowds, so we went in one store and was done. Having a stroller and two kids walking through tons of people is never fun. Connor was so busy looking around that he walked right into a medal garbage can and ended up with a black eye. I think he ended up walking into a couple of things during the trip. He likes to watch people. After shopping we went back to our cabin for lunch and a quick nap. We met up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ostranders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Splash Country around 3 and spent a couple of hours. We bought 3 day passes to Splash Country and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because it was actually cheaper than buying two days.We all went back to our cabin and grilled for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Israel got up and cooked bacon and eggs. I found a single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;burner&lt;/span&gt; really cheap at big lots. We packed a pot and a pan so we didn't have to eat out much at all. We headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around 10. We got the fast passes, so we didn't have to wait in the lines. With the kids being so small I only got to ride a couple of things. We went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zooboomafoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after lunch and it was quite entertaining. Because of our passes we had great seats about 3 rows back and in the middle. We spent the entire day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and still didn't get to the kids stuff. Finally we decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt;. The only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had said he really wanted to do was ride the train. Adria and I got the little kids. Israel and Gary got the older kids so they could go ride some more roller coasters. When we got to the train we had missed the last run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had planned on spending the entire day at Splash Country, but went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to ride the train and a few of the kids rides. We walked over to Splash country (where we parked so we didn't have to pay for parking twice) and had lunch in the car. The road was so hot it was melting mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Israel's &lt;/span&gt;water shoes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! At splash country I stayed with the little kids while Israel took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down some water slides. Adria watched the boys long enough for me to go down one slide. We only got to spend a few hours at Splash Country &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they closed at 6. We all headed to the cabin again for hot dogs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.That night we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ostranders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hotel to let the kids swim. There was a water slide, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the big kids had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Side note: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has such a strong personality. He loves meeting people and makes friends so easily. Here is an example. There were probably about 15 kids in line for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;water slide&lt;/span&gt; at the hotel. All of a sudden they all started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chanting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He's so crazy. We aren't sure why they were calling his name, but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we headed for home, but went through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and through the Smokey Mountain Park. We stopped and let everyone wade/swim in the river. I'll post some pictures later. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ostranders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to book it back home, but we stopped and had a picnic lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our trip. It was nice to get away, but we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tired when we got home. Israel took Wed. off to recover. We plan to go back next year.&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/2537382250585271493-5670598945212644832?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5670598945212644832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=5670598945212644832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5670598945212644832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5670598945212644832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back from vacation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SK82nQsBruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFeV1PHoVcs/s72-c/vacation08+121Eana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-3390042464293543404</id><published>2008-07-14T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:51:09.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Winnie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmaFLy1SSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BjhHx1k_S5I/s1600-h/Winnie-bday2-08a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235885455650933026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmaFLy1SSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BjhHx1k_S5I/s320/Winnie-bday2-08a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture (from left to right) of Teri, me and Winnie. Winnie is one of my best friends from school. We have known each other since the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. She lives in Chattanooga now. I haven't seen her in about a year and a half (since Teri's wedding..I was pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt;). A couple of weeks ago I got an invitation in the mail for her birthday party. Israel and I wanted to go, but didn't have anyone to watch the kids (as usual). Teri (another one of my best friends from school) called me last week and said her husband couldn't go. So, Teri and I hopped in the car and went to Chattanooga Saturday night. Winnie had no idea we were coming... since Teri and I are both horrible about calling people. She was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to see us. We had such a good time. Winnie's parents, grandparents and one of her cousins where there. All of whom I have known as long as I have known Winnie. It was so nice to see everyone. Teri and I drove back home Saturday night. I got home around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lucky to have several great friends in my life. Friends that I have known for what seems like forever. The kind of friends that you can go a year without talking too and when you see them, you can talk to them like time hasn't passed. I just can't seem to make connections with people like I did with these girls years ago. I hope that everyone has a chance to have friends like these in their lives. Teri, Winnie, Jennifer, Julie...I love you guys!! I miss you all! Happy Birthday Winnie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-3390042464293543404?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3390042464293543404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=3390042464293543404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/3390042464293543404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/3390042464293543404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-winnie.html' title='Happy Birthday Winnie!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SKmaFLy1SSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BjhHx1k_S5I/s72-c/Winnie-bday2-08a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-2014358908742481585</id><published>2008-07-11T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:43:28.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to the drive in. We saw a double feature with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda and Get Smart.The kids brought blankets and pillows so they could lay down in the back of the van. It was about an hour drive. The one we went to was the only one I found where you could buy a food pass and bring in food. They were all about the same distance away,so we decided to pack a cooler and drive the hour to get there. It only cost $20 including the food pass. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; didn't do so well, but it was late. After the first movie Connor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is a die hard and stayed up until we headed for home. We didn't get home until 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the kids and I went to a play group at Don Fox. It's a park that has a large castle play area and a wadding pool with fountains to play in. We hopped back and forth between the playground and the pool. For lunch we found a shady spot under a tree laid down a blanket and had a picnic. We played a little more and then got in the pool right before we left to cool off. It was a great day. I just wish Israel could have been there to enjoy it with us. It has been so nice the past couple of weeks. Highs in the upper 80's. I can't remember the last time I have enjoyed a summer so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. On Friday we headed down to Chapel Hill. We stayed through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. Gary and Adria bought so many fireworks that it took two nights to shoot them off. Friday they had friends and family over. The adults got into a water fight. It took 3 women and 2 men, but we almost had Israel in the pool. We put him down so he could take off his shoes and he got away. There was a feast of Lobster, shrimp, fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;... They just came back from Boston, where they ordered a ton. Their family is a hoot. All the kids played in the rain. They were already in there swim clothes and it wasn't storming, so we let them. They had so much fun. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called me on Saturday to tell me that she was in town. The boys and I went down Thursday to spend the day with them. We all went to chuck e cheese because it was raining. We didn't want them to be cooped up in the house all day. When we got in the car to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; started to tear up and said he missed Rowen. I wish we could have spent more time with them and I really wish they could live closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this week the kids and I haven't done much. It has rained a little and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;highs&lt;/span&gt; have been in the upper 90's. When it gets this hot I really don't care to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made reservations to go to the mountains before school starts. We're going to stay in a camping cabin. It's cheaper than a hotel. It has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;electric&lt;/span&gt;, air conditioning, a little fridge, double bed and bunk beds and a grill outside. It has a nice bath house. Israel wanted to tent camp. I think he forgets how hot it gets here in the beginning of Aug. I also like the idea of being able to lock up our things instead of leaving them at a camp site. He keeps calling me a wuss We are staying for 4 nights, so it will nice to have a bed too. We'll go to the theme park one day and the water park another. Gary and Adria and their boys are going also. We'll take one day to hit the outlet malls. I need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; some school clothes. I'm not really sure how this trip will go with 3 little ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Connor will be fine. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; that I worry about. He is just at a hard age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I typed this up pretty fast, so if it doesn't make any sense...you know why. I'll try to post some pictures later. Yes, I know...I keep saying that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-2014358908742481585?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2014358908742481585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=2014358908742481585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2014358908742481585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2014358908742481585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-times.html' title='Good times!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-6915723378450912573</id><published>2008-07-01T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:31:09.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you see your back?</title><content type='html'>The other day the boys were having lunch while I loaded the dish washer. I had my back to them, but I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was doing something I had told him not to. I told him to stop doing...whatever it was. After a pause and me refilling a drink or two, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; asked me "How do you see your back?". I wasn't really sure what he was asking, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; to ask questions. I finally came to the conclusion that he wanted to know how I saw behind me. He couldn't figure out how I knew that he was doing something he shouldn't. He truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that I could see behind me. I told him it was a gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the boys and I went to a play group. Connor's hair has grown out quite nicely. It's getting a little long and looks like a beach bum. Many people have commented on his hair and how cute it is. His looks have really changed now that he actually has hair. ...I will post some pictures soon.... I've decided he will probably keep his hair a little long to cover up his Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neutron&lt;/span&gt; head. Anyway...getting off subject.&lt;br /&gt; My friend ,that lives down the street from us, was at the play group with her little girl and baby. (She is the brave sole that kept the boys while I was in Canada). We haven't seen them much lately. Her little girl is a  few months younger than Connor.  I have watched her a few times. She is probably one of 3 kids that Connor plays with on a fairly regular basis. After being at play group for a while, Julianna walks up to Connor and says "Hey Connor! *slight pause* What happened to your hair?". I think it was the fluctuation in her voice that made this funny. She was just like...oh my gosh...he has hair. I guess I don't notice how different he looks because I see him on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-6915723378450912573?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6915723378450912573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=6915723378450912573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6915723378450912573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6915723378450912573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-see-your-back.html' title='How do you see your back?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-6903059488771521723</id><published>2008-06-23T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:33:17.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm not so good at blogging.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not so good at blogging. LOL! I am even worse about mailing out pictures of the kids. I have envelopes full of pictures that have been addressed since last may *blush*.Um that's May of 07. Yes...horrible!&lt;br /&gt;Since I blogged last, we have been really busy. Aiden is out of school. Connor is completely potty trained (whoo hoo!). Soccer is over and the summer heat is here.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to a Nashville Sounds baseball game. A vendor that Israel works with does a family night every year. They have food, drinks, ice cream etc. I was afraid that we would get hot, but this week has been nice. I actually started getting cold toward the end of the night. We managed to stay for the entire game because Aiden wanted to run the bases. The sounds games have a bunch of fun things for the kids to do. The game ended late. Ean was tired, grumpy and ready to go home. We had a fun time as a family and I got to see an old co-worker. It's always neat to run into people.&lt;br /&gt;Fathers day weekend we went to Chapel Hill to visit some friends. Their 3 boys weren't home, so we traveled down Saturday night. We put the boys to bed when we got there and hung out for a while. Sunday, Gary and Israel went golfing. They played 18 holes, so we were there most of the day. We always have a blast with them.&lt;br /&gt;Today the boys and I met up with Cordy, her Mom and sister at the library park. Cordy and Aiden played like they were getting married. Aiden had a slight panic look on his face. Afterward Cordy said to him "We aren't getting married for real silly. We'll get married when I'm an adult." LOL! Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors hot water heater busted a few weeks ago and soaked through to our carpet. It was finally the motivation we needed to buy new flooring. Israel has all of the floor and baseboards installed. We still have the quarter round and some painting to finish. Everything is moved upstairs, so that's where we have been living. I can't wait to get finished and have a living room again. Our main computer and the phone (vonage) has been disconnected for a couple of weeks now. Once we get the computer up and running I will download pictures of the progress and post them.&lt;br /&gt;Israel had a busy week last week. Tuesday night was the sounds game. Wednesday he went golfing. Thursday and Friday night he helped a friend tile his bathroom and this weekend he wanted to finish the living room...but decided he needed to rest instead.&lt;br /&gt;I recently decided to resign from chorus. I have signed up for a home study course with the New York Institute of Photography. That's about it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully before another month passes, I will blog again and post some living room pictures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-6903059488771521723?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6903059488771521723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=6903059488771521723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6903059488771521723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6903059488771521723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-im-not-so-good-at-blogging.html' title='So, I&apos;m not so good at blogging.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-5614155914929926224</id><published>2008-06-02T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:35:06.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGkrclC5I/AAAAAAAAACs/02fLraPZkq0/s1600-h/May_24_2008+332a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207364665098963858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGkrclC5I/AAAAAAAAACs/02fLraPZkq0/s320/May_24_2008+332a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGlLclC6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MAeM1_JZNsU/s1600-h/May_24_2008+076a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207364673688898466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGlLclC6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/MAeM1_JZNsU/s320/May_24_2008+076a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time, so I thought I would just post some quick pictures. The school year is over and here is a picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; with his teacher. I included one of Connor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; so you can see how big they are getting. I will try to blog when I have a chance. :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGlbclC7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I2iHW2ldsh8/s1600-h/May_24_2008+138bw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207364677983865778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGlbclC7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I2iHW2ldsh8/s320/May_24_2008+138bw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2537382250585271493-5614155914929926224?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5614155914929926224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=5614155914929926224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5614155914929926224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5614155914929926224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-some-pictures.html' title='Just some pictures'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/SERGkrclC5I/AAAAAAAAACs/02fLraPZkq0/s72-c/May_24_2008+332a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-405635086793944360</id><published>2008-04-27T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:38:46.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>Sayings</title><content type='html'>The boys often say or do something that makes me crack up. I'm going to try to start posting them here. There are so many things that I wish I would have written down. I may even start posting some funny memories that I have too. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was playing with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; toy. Right now they are little plastic people. They are promoting American Idol and when you raise the hand it plays music. Each little person is dressed a certain way and plays music according to that genre. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had a girl with a peace sign around her neck. He asked what it was and wanted to know what it meant. I told him that peace meant calm, no fighting (trying to use words that he'd understand). Then he looks at me and says " No. Cordy's Mom said it means that she hugs trees and flowers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Cordy's Mom said when I told her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is so funny. I was saying yesterday that it sounded like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; music. He asked what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; was and I was babbling saying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; was a tree hugger or a flower child. He’s got a great memory. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even think he was paying attention to my ramblings. That cracks me up. I was rambling on about the punk one too, sounding like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder if he’ll pull that one out one day. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-405635086793944360?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/405635086793944360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=405635086793944360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/405635086793944360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/405635086793944360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sayings.html' title='Sayings'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-7487566253970600626</id><published>2008-04-22T15:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:52:58.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Visitors and A Night Out!</title><content type='html'>Time sure does fly. Before I know it, a month has past since I have blogged. Soccer is now in full swing. Israel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; are both enjoying themselves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; even scored the first goal at the first game. He is doing so much better at school and hasn't had a bad day in several weeks. They had a field trip to the zoo today and their class chicks hatched. The school year is getting close to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is no longer Connor. He has become very brave and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still not sure that it's a good thing. I've been picking on him. I keep telling him I'm going to call him by a different name every day. Elroy, Frank, Bob, George, Susie...he didn't like any of them and made sure that I knew he was Connor. He also has found a new love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; for candy all day long. First thing in the morning...Connor:"Can I have some candy?" Me: "No!" Connor: "But WHY?" Me: "Because it's breakfast time." Connor: "But I don't want breakfast!" Me: "Tough!"...he eats his breakfast. 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Min's&lt;/span&gt; later..Connor:"Can I have some candy?" Me: "No!" Connor: "But WHY?" Me:"Because you just had breakfast." Connor: "But I'm hungry!" Me: "Tough." 20min later...Connor: "Can I have some candy?" Me: "NO!" Connor: "But WHY??" Me:"Because it's too early!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;...you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; is a tough little boy. He already has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; beat on injuries. He falls ALL the time and usually just gets up and goes about his business. He doesn't trip over things, he just falls. He doesn't try to catch himself or anything. The other day he fell and hit his ear on a chair. He hit the top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cartilage&lt;/span&gt; of his ear and it really swelled. I have never seen a ear swell like that. I even called the Dr. office. It is still purple and red, but he's fine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; already climbs out of his crib. He pulls himself up by his gigantic arm muscles and just lets himself fall on his head. Yes, again...he is tough! He can climb over baby gates. Oh...he even broke through the window screen in the kitchen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Connor were out front playing. He knows how to nod yes and no. He tries to sing the ABC's (which is super cute) and tries to copy quite a few words. He thinks he's big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel is excited to be playing golf again. He is doing really well at work and has won 3 prizes so far this month. He really likes coaching Aiden's soccer team. He is so happy to finally be getting out of the house some. Ummm...I think that's about it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been really nice lately. They have been doing some major road construction close by and we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; some unexpected visitors. We currently have birds in the attic. They drive me crazy, because they are not quiet birds. Israel wants to wait until the babies leave the nest before he destroys their home. We also had our very first mouse. I saw him run behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and I screamed like a 3 year old little girl. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart at 11:00 at night to get some traps. Everyone that knows me, knows that if I leave the house at 11:00pm...I'm dedicated. The mouse ran to one corner under the book case. We decided to set up a blockade and put sticky traps as the only paths out. We would see him come out and look at us. Finally one of the sticky traps disappeared behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blockade&lt;/span&gt; and he was caught. We are pretty sure that was the first time he had come in and he was gone before we went to bed. Israel killed him quickly so that he wouldn't suffer. We felt bad, but sorry little mouse...it's our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel's birthday was last week. A friend of his from work, gave us the name and number of the girl that babysits their kids. They have 3 kids about the same ages as ours, so I gave her a call. She came over on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night so Israel and I could go out. We went and ate at the Palm. For those of you that have never heard of The Palm, it's a very expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. They have free valet parking, so we valeted the mini van. It was actually quite funny because in front of us were a Jag, Hummer, Land Rover and then...the mini van. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! We had tickets to go see Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Engvall&lt;/span&gt;, but it got cancelled. :( It worked out, because we ended up spending the money I had budgeted for dinner plus the money the tickets cost, on dinner. We ended up going to Books a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Millon&lt;/span&gt; and walking around for a while afterward. It was nice to be in a store without kids. Israel and I haven't been out anywhere without kids since last May when John and Arleen came down. We had a great time. The boys really liked the babysitter. She is 15 and seems really sweet. They played monopoly, hide n seek and with play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;. She said they were very good, so hopefully we can have her come over again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-7487566253970600626?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7487566253970600626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=7487566253970600626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7487566253970600626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7487566253970600626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/04/unexpected-visitors-and-night-out.html' title='Unexpected Visitors and A Night Out!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-4171828287494567061</id><published>2008-03-30T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:43:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hi all! I finally have some tension lifted and found time to blog. This weekend was our chorus and quartet competition. Our chorus was once again number 1 in the region. I got my first medal! We will get to compete at international Nov. 3-9 of 2009 IN NASHVILLE!! We are all very excited. The first place quartet was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fiddlestix&lt;/span&gt; which has two members from our chorus...one of which is our director. They get to compete at international in Hawaii this year. The second place quartet was Last Minute...the young women's quartet (who are awesome!) from our chorus. My quartet (Backstage Pass) came in 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We had a ton of fun. We had two goals. One, was to not wet our pants on stage and two, was to not be last. We met both of our goals and I think the performance went well. There were about 22 or 23 quartets competing. We have only been doing this 3 months and some of these quartets have been together for years and years. We had some positive feed back from the judges and some things we needed to work on...which we expected. One thing about this hobby is that there is always more to learn. I put a picture up of my quartet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel is going to coach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; soccer team this season. He is pretty excited. They will be having their first practice this Thursday. Starting April 12 they will have a game every Saturday through May. He is also excited about the weather turning nicer so he can start golfing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had spring break this past week. We got to do some fun stuff. Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had a dentist appointment. and I had a cardiologist appointment.. Fun..fun...right?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; did great at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and had another good check up with no cavities.Tue. we got to meet up with Cordy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; best friend) her Mom and sister. We went to the Discovery Center and then to McDonald's for lunch and play. Wed. we had a play group at a place called the Monkeys Tree house. The boys loved it. Especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt;, because he got to run around everywhere...with me following his every move. I left Thursday for Chattanooga, so the boys got to play at a friends house for a few hours until Israel got home. Israel has gotten a couple of X-box games to play with the boys. They have spider man , shriek and they played Lego star wars. I really hate getting the boys into video games, but it is something they all enjoy and can do together. We just try to limit the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is pretty good and Connor is catching on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; has his own controller, that doesn't work. He gets it and sits like he is playing along. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt; he will figure out that it doesn't do anything. He'll get mad and try to take Connor's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; already messes with Connor. If Connor is playing with something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; will come and sit right on top of it just to irritate. He is SO much like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;. If I put him down he just takes off. He doesn't look back, slow down or anything. He just goes. Lord help us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick medical update. My heart is the same as it was. No change like they had hoped, but at least not any worse. I had a sleep test done a few weeks ago and they found that I have sleep apnea. It could be the cause of a lot of my problems. I go back next weekend for another test to find out how much air pressure I need from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CPAP&lt;/span&gt; machine that I will have to sleep with. My cardiologist is hopeful that this could help my heart. I'm just ready to feel better. So, I'm a little excited to get my machine and hopefully join the world of the living again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-4171828287494567061?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4171828287494567061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=4171828287494567061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4171828287494567061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4171828287494567061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-3187276670041500385</id><published>2008-02-21T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:35:07.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75cTQ0ptuI/AAAAAAAAABo/9qXDRNSdOcM/s1600-h/Feb.041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169670908270982882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75cTQ0ptuI/AAAAAAAAABo/9qXDRNSdOcM/s320/Feb.041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75cTw0ptvI/AAAAAAAAABw/R4-MEcheXPk/s1600-h/Feb.051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169670916860917490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75cTw0ptvI/AAAAAAAAABw/R4-MEcheXPk/s320/Feb.051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75ZgA0pttI/AAAAAAAAABg/sNquQo2iiR0/s1600-h/Feb.13a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169667828779431634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75ZgA0pttI/AAAAAAAAABg/sNquQo2iiR0/s320/Feb.13a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated Valentines day!! This month has been super busy for us. Since the last time I blogged I have had 3 Dr. appointments and a dentist appointment Israel also had a Dr. appointment and a dentist appointment. Oh...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had strep and had to go to the walk in clinic. Among all the other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had a snow day!! On the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; they closed schools for snow. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; dressed and ready to go. There wasn't anything outside. For some reason (maybe a glimpse of my psychic abilities *snicker*) I decided to call the snow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hot line. S&lt;/span&gt;ure enough they were closed. I was actually shocked and called back to make sure that's what I heard. Within an hour or so the ground and roads were covered. The kids were excited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Connor went out and played for a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. They couldn't handle that cold for too long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! I'll try to put up some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quartet (and 10 others) did singing valentines as a fundraiser for the chorus. Israel took Valentines day off so I could participate. I left the house at 7 in the morning and got home at 7:30 that evening. We had a great time, but were worn out by the end of the day. Friday the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I left for chorus retreat. Israel had fun with the boys on Saturday and ended up at our friends house in Chapel Hill for the night. My retreat was 5 min. from their house, so it worked out for him to pick me up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was out of school on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; ,the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, for presidents day. We met up with his friend ,Cordy, for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; at the kid park. He met Cordy at mothers day out last year and loves getting together to play. She also has a younger sister (Sidney) that is Connor's age. Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; has been doing good at school the past three weeks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! His teacher has started a new system with him that lets him know how he is doing through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to say about Connor. He is such a "go with the flow" kind of kid. We did finally get his hair cut and yet...he still has some sort of strange birds nest on his head. Toward the back, around the crown, a big curl has developed. ??? I think that is the cause. It takes some work to get it to stay down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; is a stinker. He says " I want my Momma" pretty clearly. I think he tries to say banana and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; (Adan), Connor (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Onnor&lt;/span&gt;), Momma and Dada. He is into EVERYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel has been staying busy with work. In fact he has been working tonight since we put the boys down. He got my lap top working and yet...I'm on the PC. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... He bought me my camera for an early valentines day present. It's the Canon XTI&lt;/span&gt;. It's wonderful and I can't wait to play with it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; for my results to my last Echo. They did an IV so they could see better. Hopefully it'll be good news. I also go for a sleep apnea test in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...Tina, tell the kids thank you for the valentines. It made their day getting mail. :)&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/2537382250585271493-3187276670041500385?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3187276670041500385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=3187276670041500385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/3187276670041500385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/3187276670041500385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Belated Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTr4xJjMk6Y/R75cTQ0ptuI/AAAAAAAAABo/9qXDRNSdOcM/s72-c/Feb.041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-8619692953613827246</id><published>2008-02-01T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:33:04.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ean and Connor's Dr. appts and stuff</title><content type='html'>Today Connor and Ean had their 1yr and 3yr doctor's appointments. Connor really didn't want to cooperate. He doesn't like new people. He is very shy and will answer NO to any question. He doesn't want to do anything willingly. We weren't able to get his blood pressure, ear test or eye pictures. It’s not a big deal. I did make him get on the scale so she could weigh him. He weighs 31 Ibs and is 38 In tall. He is in the 50th percentile in height and between the 25th and 50th in weight. His body mass index is in the 25th percentile...I've never seen them do that before.&lt;br /&gt;Ean weights 24 Ibs and is 30 In tall. He is in the 50th percentile in both. His head...well, it's in the 95th percentile. Connor always had a big head too LOL! They must get that from their Daddy. Ean had to have 3 shots. :( They both fell asleep in the car and are still sleeping. Yay! Actually I think Ean is waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden had a good day at school on Wed. he got his 14 check marks that he is suppose to get out of 17 possible. Then on Thursday...he only got 6. Yes...6. That means he got 11 frowny faces!! What am I going to do with this child? Any ideas? Anyone know of a good kindergarten military school? LOL! Just kidding! He is just very active and doesn't like to listen very well. *sigh* We just keep working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel is changing positions at work...kind of. He will be doing the same job, but for better accounts. I think he will miss his team because he has been with them for so long and had them trained the way he wanted. He is starting to work on his next career move and is hoping to get there within the next 12months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I got an e-mail that our chorus had been contacted and asked to audition for America's Got Talent. It's a TV show for those of you who may not have seen it. I caught one or two episodes last season. We managed to get 73 of us together to audition last night. They will probably use us when they show the Nashville auditions. The people that get a call back will be contacted in March or April. The ones that get a call back, get an all expense paid trip to LA. With that said...I can't see them paying for 90+ women. I hate to be negative so, on the upside, they knew how many people we had when they called us. I wasn't real happy with our song selections. With new people and some people not making it, we were a little limited. Also, we just had a riser placement a couple of weeks ago. They needed to pick something that the chero was the same no matter where you stand. They also contacted one of our quartets to audition. A group of young women ages 21-25. They have been together for several years and are really good. They are also a very cute group of girls. The funniest part of the evening was when the quartet went to change for their audition. Right after they left, we were asked to leave the risers for something. When we turned around...there they were...changing behind the risers. I know they were embarrassed, but it sure was funny. They just grinned and tried to hide themselves. They were good sports and laughed about it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-8619692953613827246?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8619692953613827246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=8619692953613827246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8619692953613827246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8619692953613827246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/02/ean-and-connors-dr-appts-and-stuff.html' title='Ean and Connor&apos;s Dr. appts and stuff'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-2423558017633264515</id><published>2008-01-21T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:56:28.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is home from school today because of Martin Luther King Jr. day. The boys have been really rowdy this morning. Since it has been so cold here we haven't gotten out to do much. They usually get a little crazy when cooped up for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; has been walking for about a week now. He is so proud of himself. I think he is going to be my really clumsy child. The other two are clumsy too, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; actually hurts himself. This morning he fell and hit his mouth. It scared me because of him knocking out that one tooth. He has a deep cut on the inside of his lip and is bleeding on the outside. Looks like it almost cut all the way through. Poor guy. The bleeding is stopping, but he will have a very sore fat lip for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie (most of you know Julie) called me this morning. They found a mass on her Mom's lung last week and found out that it is cancer. She has fought brain cancer twice, so this is really scary for them. Please say some prayers for their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-2423558017633264515?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2423558017633264515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=2423558017633264515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2423558017633264515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2423558017633264515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-morning.html' title='What a morning!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-6015433662354380123</id><published>2008-01-06T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:54:35.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Heck</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since I have posted. We have stayed busy, yet haven't really done anything. Imagine that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was out of school for 13 days and Israel was off of work for 11. I had several things that I wanted to get done around the house. None of which was accomplished. Connor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; had pink eye for a few days so we were stuck at home until they got better. Because of the pink eye we were home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with no visitors. The boys played all day and we made a big breakfast and dinner. We were able to go to the park a couple of times while they were home because it was nice outside. We went down to our friends in Chapel Hill between Christmas and New Years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; cried the entire night so Israel and I didn't get much sleep. I believe he may have had an ear infection. We met up with Nana for about 20min. at Burger King on the way home. We also made it to Chattanooga to see Grandpa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;. Israel went back to work on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; returned to school on the 3rd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was excited about going back to school, however Israel was not quite as excited about returning to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been record &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;highs&lt;/span&gt;. The other day it was in the 70's. I had the windows open and the boys played outside in short sleeved shirts. A couple of days before that we got some nice snow showers. I really wish it would stay cold. I want some snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Heck...Looking through the local phone books you don't see many (if any) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heck's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; asked me the other day if ...since our last name was Heck...it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for us to say it. Oh yes...the light bulb comes on. Ya see, here in the south, heck is a bad word to many people. You know like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; heck instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; ...well you get the picture. I was also talking to one of the other mothers from his class. She was asking what our last name was because her son was talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; Heck and she told him that wasn't a nice thing to say. He told her it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; last name and I guess she didn't believe him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Now we know why not many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heck's&lt;/span&gt; live in the Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you haven't seen Connor in a while. The last time you saw him he probably had very thin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair. Well, he now has a birds nest on top of his head. His hair is getting darker, has thickened and since he wouldn't let us cut it last time... it's all kinds of crazy.I'll try to post a picture later. He has developed his wonderful 3 year old attitude. The other day I told him he couldn't have something because he had not touched his sandwich. He reached over and put his finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; still isn't walking. He'll take a couple of steps and fall. He seems to be perfectly happy crawling because he's fast. He has finally started to get in another bottom tooth. Now he will have two teeth on the bottom. The better to eat us with..is what I'm sure he's thinking. He has also decided to take one nap a day instead of two. I miss our afternoon nap.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know we were planning on selling our house soon. Our plans have changed. We are going to stay here a while longer. Could be a year or two. We hope to keep this house, rent it out and buy a new one. Financially, it's the smart thing to do. We are going to replace the carpet, paint and do some other things to make us more comfortable here since we'll be staying for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-6015433662354380123?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6015433662354380123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=6015433662354380123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6015433662354380123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6015433662354380123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-heck.html' title='Oh Heck'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-1165703953235354813</id><published>2007-12-04T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:00:47.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage Pass</title><content type='html'>Our official quartet name is Backstage Pass. We registered last week and had our first rehearsal on Saturday. We have already had 4 offers to sing this christmas and we don't even know any songs. LOL! We did sing a song last night at the TuneTown Christmas party. We got tons of compliments. Our director thought we had a really good sound. It is a pretty big thing if she compliments you because if she didn't like it she wouldn't say anything or would tell you what was wrong in a nice way. By the way...our director is the sweetest women ever!! But...to confirm that she really thinks we have potential , we were offered a chance to have a coaching session with...one of the best. I'm a little over whelmed by that. I don't really feel that we are ready for it, especially since we don't even know any music...or have any picked out to learn. It is an opportunity that we really can't pass up. He will not coach a chorus until they reach a certain level and has coached MANY international winning quartets. He coaches our chorus and has an opening for a quartet session when he comes in Jan. or Feb. (we aren't sure which yet)...we are hoping for Feb.. It's exciting, but overwhelming. So much to do and so little time. Regional competition is in March. Of course our goal is to not be in last place. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-1165703953235354813?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1165703953235354813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=1165703953235354813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/1165703953235354813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/1165703953235354813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/12/backstage-pass.html' title='Backstage Pass'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-8891725043580560076</id><published>2007-11-24T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:55:23.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving and Connor is 3</title><content type='html'>Finally, I get to sit down and blog. I have tried several times in the past week, but only got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; or two typed. Last Saturday (Nov.17) was Connor's 3rd birthday. We had a small party for him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;. Connor was grumpy all day despite the party and gifts. Out of all the parties we have had, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; was a really great price and fun for the kids. They even supplied a cake ,hats and goody bags. I wanted to make the party as separate for the kids as possible. I made Connor a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; cake (at his request) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; cake. We made sure that they each had their own chance to blow out candles and open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we went down to my Grandfathers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hohenwald&lt;/span&gt; (about a 1 1/2 drive). My family from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; was up and it was great seeing them. The boys play with all my cousins kids and had a blast ruling the basement. We left there around 2 and headed to my Dad's in Chattanooga. We decided to take the back roads...that I got from map it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am usually a good navigator but this time...it didn't work out so well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;...darn map it! It took us a very long time, but ended up being a beautiful drive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; the boys watched movies the whole way and traveled really well. They always look forward to going to Grandpa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Meemaw's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; makes them cake and cookies and gets them all sugared up to go down to the barn. Grandpa gets the tractor out and gives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; rides. Connor isn't so sure about the tractor. This trip they had the neighbors horses in their pasture. The boys got to give them carrots and pet them. Connor was actually the one that did good holding the carrots and not being scared. It is strange for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; to be scared of something. Connor is usually the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt; cat. We all had a good time.We stayed two nights in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chattnooga&lt;/span&gt; at my Dad's and just got home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; has been really worked up and wild. He gets so excited about things. I'm afraid that he may be this way all through Christmas. Please pray for what's left of my sanity. At 5:00 we really wanted to put the boys to bed , but decided against it because they would be up way too early in the morning. Not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; won't be up early anyway. There have been several mornings that we know he was up before 5:00 and I think that could be aiding in his craziness. 5:00 is just way too early! Connor is still working on using the potty and he is already working on writing his name. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt;,well....he bites and falls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, it's getting close to bed time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-8891725043580560076?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8891725043580560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=8891725043580560076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8891725043580560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8891725043580560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving-and-connor-is-3.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving and Connor is 3'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-1341327824856898582</id><published>2007-11-13T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:25:55.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ean's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went to a quartet workshop in Birmingham with my quartet. We had a lot of fun and hit it off really well. I have been sick and completely lost my voice. I tried to sing through my croaky voice and made the best of the situation. I got home saturday night after the boys were in bed. Israel wore them out at the park earlier that day. Sunday we went to the Adverture Science Center. We're members and they were having a special thing on trains. Everyone knows how crazy Aiden is over trains. The boys love it there and always have a good time. It gets a little crazy on the weekends, but between Israel and myself we left with 3 kids and it just so happened they were ours. Go us!!   Yesterday I realized that Ean's birthday was today. I knew it  was coming and have been planning a party for him and Connor, but it still snuck up on me. This morning we all stood around him as he took his bottle and sang happy birthday to him. He looked at us as if we did that every morning and continued drinking his bottle. Today I  had a cardiologist appt. in Columbia. Aiden stayed home from school (he only had a half day)and came with us to Columbia. I was afraid that I wouldn't be home in time to pick him up since they were getting out early. I had tried to reschedule, but it would have been a while before I could get in. It was a good thing he was with us because I wouldn't have made it back in time. Nana met us at McDonalds and watched the boys while I had my appt. The boys had a blast! I didn't expect it to take very long, but the Dr. decided to do a "quick" echo that ended up taking 30-45 min and then blood work. My heart hasn't weakened more, but it hasn't gotten better either, I guess it's the same and that could mean upping the meds. yet AGAIN. I always end up bruised because they push so hard trying to get a good look during the echo. I go back in Jan for another one and they will probably start an IV so they can see better without having to push so hard. Now it's bath time and bed time. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ean!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-1341327824856898582?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1341327824856898582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=1341327824856898582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/1341327824856898582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/1341327824856898582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/11/eans-1st-birthday.html' title='Ean&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-6442008809423403365</id><published>2007-10-30T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:34:07.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Ean is feeling better and no one else has gotten sick. Yay! Sunday we went to a fall festival at a chruch. It is amazing the size of the festival (and church). We have gone before, but the kids really enjoyed it this year. They had huge tents set up for different age groups with games, music and they give away tons of candy. Outside the tents they had large blow up slides and bouncies, rock climbing walls ect. There were literally thousands of people. They also gave away free soda, bottled water, pop corn and cotton candy. Christian bands played on a large stage in the middle of it all. We had a great time even though Connor was too scared to do most of the stuff. Yesterday Aiden had a really bad day at school...his worst day yet. He had 5 warnings, so he was in trouble last night. He has half a day today and he WILL do better. When I asked him why he was acting out his reply was "I was just having too much fun." By the way...have I told you guys that he wants to be a movie actor when he grows up? LOL! Connor has decided that he does not want to use the potty and likes his diapers. He also doesn't want to go to school because he doesn't want to be like Aiden. The stuff that they come up with. Ean has 4 top teeth now, and still only one on the bottom. He likes biting everyone and that little tooth is sharp! He is a great eater and amazes us with how much food he can pack away. Israel is busy at work because it is end of quarter. He is doing really well and staying busy. I had chorus last night and I am really excited because I am now in a quartet. The other ladies in my group are awesome, so it makes me feel really good that they wanted to sing with me. I'm a little nervous because I am the lead and it just seems to have a little more pressure than a harmony part. The Lead is "in charge".We are looking for music to compete with in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-6442008809423403365?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6442008809423403365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=6442008809423403365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6442008809423403365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/6442008809423403365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/10/ean-is-feeling-better-and-no-one-else.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-2280234181902158017</id><published>2007-10-26T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:27:41.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a long day. Let me actually start with the night before. Wed. after school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; forgot to close the van door (it has been raining all week). I noticed that it was open around 5 so I ran out and closed it. The rain was coming in from the other direction, so it didn't seem to be very wet. Thursday morning the kids woke up extra early and woke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; up. He was crying so of course I was up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; had a slight fever the day before and wasn't feeling well. I thought probably from teething.  When I was getting the kids in the car, to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; to school ,I noticed the car didn't smell too good. I started hearing a noise. At first I thought it was the radio, but it kept going. I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; what the noise was. He started looking around and said "There's a cat in our car!". The poor cat must have gotten in the car to get out of the rain and I closed him in. He was scared and meowing which was the noise. When I went to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; in his seat I noticed some poop...at least it was on the plastic runner right by the door, but he peed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ean's&lt;/span&gt; seat. That was the smell! We still had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ean's&lt;/span&gt; carrier seat in the house so I switch that out. After dropping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; off, we came home to get ready to go to Columbia for my cardiologist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; was really fussy, so I put him down for a nap at 7:30 and woke him up at 9:30 when we were ready to leave. Went to C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;olumbia&lt;/span&gt; (1hr drive) got my medicine increased yet...again and got a whole new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; as well. Fun stuff let me tell you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; was being a little fussier that usual, but I figured he didn't feel well and wanted out of his stroller. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; needed some jeans (since the temp has dropped to the 50's)so we drove the hour back and went to M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;urfreesboro&lt;/span&gt; Old Navy. I exchanged a pair of jeans (that were too big for me) and got two pair of jeans for him. I got money back too woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! We had to get gas and then had an hour until we pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aiden. W&lt;/span&gt;e came home and I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; was really hot! All I have right now is a cheap ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thermometer&lt;/span&gt; that is not accurate at all. I got readings from 102-104...not a temp. from teething. We picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; up and headed to the Dr. (another 45min drive to Cool Springs).They did a blood test and it came back that he had a really bad virus (probably the flu) that could last 3-5 days. Now we are waiting to see if anyone else is going to get it. Lord help us if we all get sick. I have never known anything harder than being sick and having to take care of 3 other people...that need you for everything. It was just one of those days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-2280234181902158017?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2280234181902158017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=2280234181902158017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2280234181902158017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2280234181902158017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-what-day.html' title='Oh what a day!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-877058649863474436</id><published>2007-10-17T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:54:09.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13th in the World</title><content type='html'>I had a great trip to Canada. We stayed very busy between rehearsals and watching the competition. I didn't get to see much of Calgary, but what I did see was beautiful. We had a park right beside our hotel that was amazing. The air was very crisp and cool which was wonderful after the 90-100 degree days we have been having in TN. I got to Calagary around 3:00 on monday after a 30 min. delay on our flight in Denver because 3 people checked in, but never boarded the plane. So, they had to take all the luggage off to fine the missing peoples luggage and then reload. When I got to the hotel my room was not ready so they gave me a $25 certificate for one of the 3 hotel resturants. I put my bags in someone elses room and headed to dinner. It was Thanksgiving day there, so not many things were open. There was a mall accross the street where we found a little market.It was nice to buy a few things and not have to eat out all the time. Tuesday morning we had rehearsal, a lunch and then a few hours to rest and then off to another rehearsal. All my spare time on this day was spent on the phone with Israel because the hotel decided to put through $1200.oo on our bank card. It got worked out in a day or two.On Wed. morning we had a rehearsal and then off to the quartet competition for the rest of the day. Another rehearsal wed. night till 9:00. Thursday morning we had a breakfast at 6:15. I had to be down early because I am on the makeup team. I was very shocked with the $30 breakfast because until then...I had never had a bad pancake. We performed early and got to watch the rest of the chorus's. Thursday night we all met up at 11:00 for Sher (our director) to read the results. We got 13th place and only 1 point from 12th. TuneTown is a fairly new chours (under 10 years old) and this was our first international contest. Also, there were about 30 members on stage that had never been in any contest with the chorus before. We were exstatic with 13 place and our score. Friday we were able to spend the day watching the quartet finals. That night 7 of us decided to walk several miles through the park to find a place for dinner. This was the extent of my site seeing. We decided on Mexican and had a great time even though Canada mexican is very different than real mexican. Saturday morning we had a rehearsal and then off to the chorus finals. WOW! What a show!! Sat. night we performed for another chorus in our hotel. Then off to sing tags in someones room till about 12:30. I caught my bus to the airport at 4:30 on sunday morning. I got home around 1:30, however my luggage did not make it home with me. They did find it and brought it to me about 10:00 sunday night. Ean started throwing up sunday before I got home and continued off and on through out the day. Monday evening Connor and Aiden started throwing up everywhere at the same time. That went on for several hours (yuck!). Then around 2:30 tuesday morning I started throwing up and that lasted the entire next day....our 8 yr. anniversary. So finally it is Wed. and the house is crazy because of being gone and then being sick. I am just now getting the time and energy to blog. I really had a great trip and Israel and the kids didn't miss me too much. I think I am ready to go back. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-877058649863474436?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/877058649863474436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=877058649863474436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/877058649863474436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/877058649863474436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/10/13th-in-world.html' title='13th in the World'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-5981955337264778801</id><published>2007-09-28T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:49:43.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since I have had time to sit down and type. I really don't have time now, but I don't feel like doing some of the things that need to be done. We are having a small birthday party for Aiden tomorrow. I have decided to take on the task of making his cake. I am waiting for it to thaw before I start decorating.  If it turns out ok I will post pictures. It is hard to believe that he will be 5. His first field trip was today. His class went to the pumpkin farm. I think the highlight of his day was riding the bus. We did get to pick a couple of pumpkins and he keeps asking me what I am going to make to eat with them. I keep laughing and telling him that we'll ask Daddy what he is going to make out of them. I am starting to get really nervous about leaving in a week and 2 days!! I am trying to get everything in order, but most of it has to wait till closer to time. With Aiden being on fall break this next week I am afraid that I won't get anything done that needs to be done. I was a little upset because my cardiologist keeps upping my meds. I see her every three weeks and each time she moves one or the other up. It makes me really tired each time the dosage increases. I end up slacking around the house and now I am afraid that I am going to be too tired to enjoy Calgary. My chorus show was last weekend. Israel got to come and was very surprised at how much he enjoyed it. We had some great feed back. Ean has 5-1 (4) teeth now. He has been grumpy!! Connor goes with the flow as usual. His favorite song is twinkle twinkle little star, but he doesn't know all the words. We hear him over the monitor at night singing to himself and he will substitute words like bite bite bite bite to the tune. It is really funny...espcially since EVERYTHING goes in that kids mouth. He also sings to Ean trying to get him to quit crying. My kids are crazy and they crack me up all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/Tracy_Heck/Aidens5th009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/Tracy_Heck/Aidens5th008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-5981955337264778801?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5981955337264778801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=5981955337264778801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5981955337264778801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/5981955337264778801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-7883157905095867186</id><published>2007-08-27T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:36:28.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Jello?</title><content type='html'>Fun fact: Did you know that you can not buy just orange jello cups? How do I know this you ask? This week Aiden's class is going over colors. They had a list of snacks that matched the color for each day and asked the parents to sign up to bring it in. I picked orange which was jello cups. That should be easy.... right? I had to run to Kroger and figured I would pick up the jello while I  was there. Kroger did not have just orange. They had a six pack of orange and starwberry or raspberry and strawberry. They did have a pack of just strawberry, which would have been great if I had the red day. I couldn't make jello, because from what I understand, everything that you bring for the class has to be purchased/prepackaged. I forgot to pick up coffee so I went to wal-mart and found the same problem. No orange jello alone! I needed to go to Target to get a belt for Aiden, so I figured I would look there. If they didn't have it, I would just buy the strawberry and orange (because I like strawberry) and then it would be done. Which is what I ended up doing. I bought 5 six packs because I needed 15 orange. Connor was really excited about the jello and wanted some as soon as we got home. Let me just say, that when you look at the package you can only see the bottom 3 cups. They were 2 orange and 1 strawberry. When I opened that package the other 3 were strawberry!  Each package contained 4 strawberry and only 2 orange! Now I am 5 orange short! I wanted to go back to the store and start ripping into the packages and pulling only the orange out and throwing them in the cart. Like Steve Martin did with the hot dog buns in Father of the Bride. (which is an awesome movie if you haven't seen it). So here I am with 20.....yes....20 strawberry jello cups and I'm still missing 5 orange. I'm starting to think I should have just picked up some cheetos and forgotten the jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-7883157905095867186?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7883157905095867186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=7883157905095867186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7883157905095867186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7883157905095867186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-jello.html' title='Got Jello?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-2894274468392276254</id><published>2007-08-25T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:14:28.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ean had a rough day</title><content type='html'>This morning was my morning to sleep in. I was woken by Israel yelling for me to help. He came up the stairs with Ean in his arms and blood coming out of Ean's mouth. Israel said that he thought he may have knocked a tooth out. I grabbed a towel and wiped away some blood and sure enough, one was missing. Israel had been cooking breakfast and the boys were in the living room. Ean must have pulled up onto the coffee table and fell, knocking out the tooth. Israel held the towel in Ean's mouth to stop the bleeding ,while I ran down stairs to find the tooth and put it in milk. I wasn't sure if there was anything that we could do, so I called the emergency room and talked to a nurse. They told me to bring him and the tooth in. So, Ean and I hurried to the ER. Several hours  later we find out that there was nothing they could do. They even contacted a specialist at Vanderbilt.If he were older and had more teeth or more of a gum line they would have had something to anchor the tooth to. Once we got home and everything had calmed down...I have to admit...I cried. It is amazing how emotional I get about my children. It is only a tooth and in 7 or 8 years he will get another one, but I just felt so bad for him. The rest of the day he would bump it(because he puts everything in his mouth) and it would start bleeding again and he'd cry. He is a thumb sucker, so I am sure that wasn't too comfortable either. We've been giving him motrin and he is doing better.&lt;br /&gt;Well,tonight Israel was changing Ean on the couch while I changed Connor on the floor. Aiden was doing something crazy and got stuck on his back between the couch and the end table.I don't know how, so don't ask. (Aiden was crazy all day!) He was about to fall, so Israel got up to help him and fuss at him. Then we hear thunk....Ean fell off of the couch and hit is head on the coffee table. He had a big purple knot on his head. Needless to say ,we are getting rid of the coffee table. The other two kids survived it, but it doesn't look like Ean will. I think the coffee table is out to get him. My poor baby! I'm sure tomorrow will be much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-2894274468392276254?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2894274468392276254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=2894274468392276254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2894274468392276254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/2894274468392276254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/ean-had-rough-day.html' title='Ean had a rough day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-4436644359409099870</id><published>2007-08-24T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T11:45:12.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much</title><content type='html'>We haven't done much this week. Monday was chorus as usual. It is hard to believe that we only have 7 weeks until Canada. Wow! Getting a little nervous. I also can't believe that Aiden's birthday is coming up. I'm trying to figure out what we are going to do. Now is when all the craziness starts and doesn't finish till after Christmas. LOL! Tuesday the boys and I went to the Adventure Science Center with a little girl (her Mom and little sister) Aiden went to mothers day out with. Her Mom joined one of my playgroups and Cordy and Aiden love playing together. She says she is going to marry Aiden. LOL! Wednesday we had a play group at Chic-Flia.  The boys got computer games in their kids meals. So, the rest of the week we have been playing their games.  Aiden has already won one of them. Aiden had school Thursday and Friday (today) and he did really good! He hasn't been in trouble yet and we are so proud of him. He is also very proud of himself. Connor has been pitiful while Aiden is gone. He keeps saying "I want Aiden!".  We were suppose to go to the Bounce Factory today, but I decided not to go this morning. I'm just not feeling very sociable. I've been trying to give Connor extra attention during the day and he seems to be enjoying that. Ean is mad at me because I blocked him out of the kitchen. He crawls over to blockaid that I built and just fusses. Now why on earth would you do that Momma? I know that is what he is thinking. Thank goodness it is Friday! We are all looking forward to the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-4436644359409099870?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4436644359409099870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=4436644359409099870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4436644359409099870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4436644359409099870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-much.html' title='Not much'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-4932306170559622123</id><published>2007-08-17T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:48:08.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiden's first day of school</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden's&lt;/span&gt; first day of school (kindergarten readiness)and he goes for a full day. I was disappointed about how the morning went because the alarm never went off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; came in at 6:59 (and has to be at school at 7:20) saying he was up. I was suppose to take all 3 boys with me even though I had to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; into the school. I hurried and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; ready and made him a strudel to take in the car for breakfast. I asked Israel if he could drive himself so that I could leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; and Connor (who was still sleeping) at home. Thankfully Israel did let me take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and he stayed with the other boys. We got to the school at 7:24 which is fine because as long as they are there by 7:30 they are not late.  All the kindergarten parents had to sign in. We met his teacher and the other students in the cafeteria and we all walked to the class room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was so excited he wanted to lead the line and got to hold the teachers hand. We got to the class room and the kids found their names on their chairs. Then Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kumlien&lt;/span&gt; (known as Mrs. K to the kids) wanted to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; pictures. I finally got back home about 7:45 so Israel could leave for work. I was really hoping to be able to take our time and not have to rush. I wanted him to eat breakfast at home like usual. Connor was upset that he didn't get to say good-bye. Hopefully next week will go better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/Tracy_Heck/1stdaykindergarten.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/Tracy_Heck/Connor_Ean_aug07-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-4932306170559622123?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4932306170559622123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=4932306170559622123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4932306170559622123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/4932306170559622123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/aidens-first-day-of-school.html' title='Aiden&apos;s first day of school'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-7898080272892360936</id><published>2007-08-15T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:50:24.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling the hole</title><content type='html'>Today I took the boys to a playgroup at the splash pad. We have playgroups on Wed. and Fri. and the boys really enjoy getting out of the house. Because it has been so hot, they really had a blast running through the water. I think it was around 107 today.&lt;br /&gt;Update:We had another water leak under the sidewalk a couple of weeks ago. Israel used a sledge hammer and a jack hammer to dig up the sidewalk. The leak was just a little farther down from the last one, so the hole was huge. He fixed the leak himself all in one day. The plumber was going to charge 250 for the leak and another 900 if they had to dig the hole. Tonight Israel finally got around to filling in the hole. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; wanted to watch, so the boys and I went outside too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; decided he wanted to help, so he picked up the extra shovel and started shoveling dirt into the hole. Man...I wish I would have had my camera. He did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and was quite impressive. I couldn't believe that my 4 year old was helping Daddy shovel dirt and rock back in the hole. He said "Now you have somebody helping you Daddy." After a day of pulling my hair out because of his behavior and then he does something like that. It was really sweet. The hole is now filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/Tracy_Heck/016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-7898080272892360936?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7898080272892360936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=7898080272892360936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7898080272892360936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/7898080272892360936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/filling-hole.html' title='Filling the hole'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537382250585271493.post-8317781516549110849</id><published>2007-08-13T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:53:37.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog?</title><content type='html'>I have thought about blogging for a while and finally decided to give it a try. I have several friends that keep a blog so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; and friends can stay connected.  I am not a good writer and I have horrible spelling skills. So, we will so how this goes. I really hope that this ends up being a good way to document events in the boys lives. Something they can look back on and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a blah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.  The boys and I are just staying at home. It is too hot to go outside to play. The temps have been in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, that's hot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and I have been butting heads all morning. Connor or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; seem to be constantly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; is on top of one of them or taking a toy away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;. You know how it goes. I have chorus tonight and I'm looking forward to getting away for a few hours. Please let 6:00 get here soon! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ean&lt;/span&gt; had his first peanut butter sandwich today for lunch. He is getting so good with those two little teeth. Connor is running around butt naked. We are starting to potty train but will really get busy when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; starts school. Which is coming up fast. So, for now we are still using diapers, which means if he is running around naked...that isn't a good thing. Gotta go catch him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537382250585271493-8317781516549110849?l=thehecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8317781516549110849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537382250585271493&amp;postID=8317781516549110849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8317781516549110849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537382250585271493/posts/default/8317781516549110849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehecks.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-us.html' title='To blog or not to blog?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13913610960191196170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
