<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 02:36:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Harris Haps</title><description></description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/index.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-2098504989624212218</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-23T13:02:09.097-07:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20083.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took Miles to the dentist for the first time.  He was so nervous going in but by the looks of it (notice his arms and legs) he got real comfortable with it.  The office staff was getting a kick out of it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-2098504989624212218?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/04/favorite-foto-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-7721935210525735286</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-20T21:25:56.022-07:00</atom:updated><title>So, what's happening?</title><description>Nothing too exciting.  I do have to say I love where I live and I love my family.  Here are some of the reasons why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20070.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day riding my bike to the beach with this little cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20053.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked up the other boys from school and headed to Anaheim for some training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20074.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jedi Training, that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20057.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles fought Darth Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20064.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin fought Darth Maul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20050.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Miles was sporting this silly, sideways face the whole time.  What is that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20035.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles learned to ride a 2-wheeled bike with the help of some friendly competition with his best friend Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20044.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving that it's feeling more like summer around here (not that we have harsh winters or anything :)  I started a very little garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20008.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what spring break looked like.  I love spending time with my family. I'm glad my parents are within driving distance.  7 out of 8 siblings were able to get together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20017.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter bunny found us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20032.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20011.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/iphone%20043.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were so glad we got to spend time with our grammy and cousins this weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-7721935210525735286?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/04/so-whats-happening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-4484010761779194045</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T16:44:17.453-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cuddling lizards</title><description>"Hey mom, come look at these lizards cuddling!"&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/2009%20188%20(2).jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, ya.  There is a little more than cuddling going on.  One of the lizards has the other one's head in his mouth.  The kids were getting super close to them and they didn't move a muscle.  Lots of lizards around here lately.  And I'm guessing there will be more... if you know what I mean ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-4484010761779194045?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/03/cuddling-lizards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-3073578993525027336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T21:47:05.418-07:00</atom:updated><title>3 Funny Things about Miles</title><description>1) He has great ideas&lt;br /&gt;Two of Miles' favorite stores to go with me are Costco and Target.  Target because he gets an Icee and Costco because he loves their dogs.  So the other day he had a bright idea while enjoying his "costcodog".  He took a seed off the bun and said, "I'm taking this home and planting it.  I want a costcodog tree!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/2009%20147%20%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the joy it brings him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  He lives half his life in some galaxy far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;These days everything has jet packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/2009%20066%20%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  He is very expressive with his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meganharris.com/img_3719%20%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'd like to make a collage of all the fun faces he's made in photos.  It is very rare to capture a simple smile with this guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-3073578993525027336?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/03/3-funny-things-about-miles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-5594367990270049658</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-26T09:26:58.548-08:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meganharris.com/uploaded_images/photo-783966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.meganharris.com/uploaded_images/photo-783959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate LOVES his older brothers.  And they are so good to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-5594367990270049658?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/02/favorite-foto-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-4537904926029814615</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T13:03:39.441-08:00</atom:updated><title>Star Chart</title><description>So people have been asking me how I have such obedient, well-mannered children.  Ya right!  I'm only posting this because I'm so excited I found something that works and that may work for others too.  Of course my boys aren't the model children but they are now leaning more that way.&lt;br /&gt;So the chart is very simple.  I did an image search for "grid" and found a chart that suited my needs.  I have 1 for each boy with their name on it stuck to the side of the cabinet kitchen.  And I just write in stars (no stickers).&lt;br /&gt;These are our rules...&lt;br /&gt;-there are 3 potential stars a day.  if they obey all rules and listen to mom and dad, they get all 3 stars at the end of the day. (throughout the day I can keep them on task by telling them they may not get all 3 stars with a particular behavior)&lt;br /&gt;-stars cannot be taken away once they are on the &lt;span class="il"&gt;chart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-each row of stars filled, they get $3&lt;br /&gt;-they can do extra things to earn extra stars- chores, workbook pages, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this method of discipline..&lt;br /&gt;-rewards the positive&lt;br /&gt;-they have something they can see their progress toward a reward ($$)&lt;br /&gt;-teaches them they have to work to get things&lt;br /&gt;-they encourage each other to do good so that they can always have the same amount of stars.  (At times they have competed to have more stars than the other.  But now they help the one with less stars to catch up.)&lt;br /&gt;-they learn to save $ for what they really want to buy (they get excited when they see something they want and realize mom can't say no because they can buy it themselves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  Thought I'd share what is working here in the Harris household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.meganharris.com/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little angels, they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-4537904926029814615?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/02/star-chart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-1007837608854064800</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-27T12:42:21.836-08:00</atom:updated><title>Call with my dad...</title><description>Wow that week flew by.  The conference call with my dad was last week.  He had some interesting experiences and got emotional as he shared some lessons he learned.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Tahne was typing the whole time so here are some excerpts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;Next morning, Saturday, had  a buffet breakfast, then flew over to Haiti, to Port-au-Prince. Circled  for awhile before able to land. Mission President and several others  from the Church there, brought patients to the airport, carrying them  on a door (because there are no stretchers there).  One man, 70  yrs old with a broken hip, and another person with another injury.   Loaded them on plane to be treated in Santo Domingo.  I stayed  in Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;We left the airport with Mission  President and the Stake President, driving in one vehicle.  In  Haiti there are no foreign missionaries, all missionaries are from Haiti.   The UN has been there trying to control the violence for years.   Haiti is the poorest country in western hemisphere.  Everything  is really primitive, like small Mexican towns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;We took off that day and went  to one of the local chapels, they had arranged for us to see pts there.   Many, many people had heard we had a doctor, they came and we saw 50  or 60 patients, in the chapel.  The Church there has 8 ft walls,  and iron gates, and with no one sleeping in their homes, there, because  of the aftershocks, they are all sleeping outside.  So many people  flooded the church, parking lots, sidewalks, people sleeping there for  past week.  Only about 20% of the people inside the church compound  are members.  But the church is run by generators, and very few  people have generators there.  There were a number of injured people  , many had never seen a doctor before.  I’ll tell you about a  couple patients:  one , just before we were packing to leave (the  Mission President told us we needed to leave by dark  because he  couldn’t assure our safety after dark), a patient was brought in by  2 people – he had just been run over by a water truck, had a horribly  torn apart leg, we spent at least an hour sewing on an 8-inch gash 1  ½ feet long.  I always put on gloves when touching wounds or etc.   Another with a head injury we needed to sew up, we did have novocaine,  I was filling syringes and having medical students do the novocaine;  they didn’t know what they were doing, and I didn’t realize that  at the time.  Another, a 20-year old young girl, people came running  in, screaming that she was about to deliver, I ran out the door, ran  with them out the front gates, into a big city park, about 2 blocks  square, thousands of people in it, with tarps over them for cover, no  privacy, and a girl in a mumu dress, no privacy, I had to go it right  there.  She laid down on the ground, lifted up her dress, 70 people  watching, kids, husbands, people watching as I give her a pelvic exam.   I kept asking people to move away, no one would.  We set up a table  for her back in the chapel, we were closing up, she was having contractions,  and a truck finally took her to the local hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;We all had bullet-proof vests that Jeremy gave to us the first day and  told us to wear them.  I never wore it.  I carried a knife  in my pocket every day, and I had taken pepper spray, but after first  day I didn’t carry the pepper spray with me.  I didn’t see  any violence, didn’t worry about my safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in driving around, I never  saw 1 hotel or 1 restaurant, or an open store, or hotel/restaurant of  any kind, in driving around for hours.  Many buildings totally  destroyed, rubble everywhere, difficult getting around the city.   2,3, 4-story buildings, all made of concrete.  So when the bottom  levels collapsed, the top ones all collapsed on top.  Buildings  had collapsed on cars, I only saw 2 tractors and 1 crane in all the  time I was in that city.  No resources, no infrastructure, cracks  in roofs of places, streets hard to get around, rubble covering sidewalks,  so people walking in the streets, around ruined cars, making the streets  into one-lane street, no traffic stoplights.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;A medical team that went down,  that we met up with -- a Dean of a medical school from Colorado, the  Dean had called his LDS medical student and said he knew the Church  goes in to help with things like this, and asked him to get them down  there.  The Dean and some medical students came, stayed with us,  ran clinics with us at the church.  Great challenges in distribution  of supplies and also of communication.  Only had 3 cell carriers,  and one went out.  But dropped calls all the time, needed an international  phone, like the Mission President and the Stake President had international  phones.  Transportation was a big issue.  Hard to get gas,  big lines, big traffic jams anywhere there was a gas station.   Meals cooked by nonmember Haitians.  Like breakfast was cooked  spaghetti noodles with a bottle of ketchup (I didn’t eat breakfast  that day).  Had dry, dry bread and tasteless biscuits.  Had  hard eggs and sardines one morning, from church’s supplies.   Sardines there each time we ate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day, went to  another chapel, 10 miles across town, took 1 ½ hours, no electricity,  no lights, went outside on pavement, stayed for several hours, seeing  many patients.  I had taken some fruit cups of peaches, etc. so  I lived on those.  There was trash everywhere, with everyone living  in the streets, people just threw it down.  The whole city was  the toilet.  People squatted and peed and pooed wherever they could.   Dead bodies were everywhere, I even saw a pile of dead bodies.   Much of Port-au-Prince is shanty town.  The Church is baptizing  14 people per week in Haiti.  It’s a few million people, but  very small geographically.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;Many of the people around there  have never seen a bathtub or a shower.  They do bucket baths.   Right across the street from the church, where they had a source of  water, from a water truck, would have bikini bottoms on and nothing  on top, girls/women just bathing in the open, bathing in buckets.   Occasionally we saw hand-pump wells, like at one church. 98% of the  people very, very thin.  They eat a few veggies a day and a little  rice.  In my days there, I only saw a handful of fat people.   There’s also no tourist industry because of all the violence.   No need for hotels or restaurants or anything like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day we spent  trying to organize relief efforts.  Unloaded trucks.  Went  to a big university hospital, some buildings completely pancaked, many  cracks in many of the walls.  Bill and Chelsea Clinton came in  about 5 minutes after we got there, and we saw all the press and people  with the Clintons.  Was within a few feet of bill Clinton, whole  entourage with several people and AKA rifles, took several pictures  with him in background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Church is to start giving  out medical supplies on Tuesday.  A jet plane has been coming back  and forth each day, taking supplies around to the various places.   We kept in contact with the Mission President, they did a lot of work  flying back and forth. We were turned over to the Church leaders, and  they took us around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Mission President, Pres  Joseph, is a native of Haiti.  Fluent English.  Looks about  15 years old.  About 5-5, 125 lbs.  biggest smile, ear-to-ear,  great guy.  He served a mission there in Haiti.  He has the  most beautiful teeth, very handsome guy, his badge looked like a normal  missionary badge.  So when I first met him, and I shook his hand,  I thought he was one of the regular missionaries.  I didn’t realize  that he was the Mission President!  He’s married, and the first  night we flew in, he took his wife out of the country to deliver their  new baby in Dominican Republic.   Very impressive guy.   The Stake President there is a man of God.  27 years old.   They were a few Stake Presidents (one had been previous Mission Pres,  now a Stk Pres).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;What made me come home Monday  night was there were 4 doctors coming in that night on the plane, and  10 more scheduled to come in on Tuesday.  With the limited communication  and limited transportation, there will be doctors standing around doing  nothing because they can’t get to where they’re needed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;I left all my antbiotics.   I took a few hundred dollars worth of unused medical supplies – bandaids,  suture material, and I left it all.  Now as I prepare for the future,  I will be buying more medical supplies and replace my things.   Betadine was really needed, to put on big infections and raw areas.   Now I know that for the future, I will need gallon bottles of Betadine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;I did have to treat a girl with  a horribly injured toe, had to amputate part of her toe.  I stuck  the needle in a few different places, cut off a lot of dead skin and  had to take out lots of sand in the toe.  Once you open fingers  or toes, and break the skin, they get really large, like a sponge.   Her toe was very infected, she’d never had antibiotics.  I gave  her antibiotics, and cleaned her wound out really well, and told her  to return in a couple days.  Orthopedic surgeons were coming.   There were lots of fractures, toes, feet, femurs, legs.  We didn’t  know how badly the breaks were, we just had to do the best we could.   Mainly tried to clean up infections, give them antibiotics, save their  limbs, save their lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just before I left, as I was  waiting in the airport, a little boy dressed like a girl (because those  were the only clothes there were to dress in) was just laying on the  ground on the cement at the airport, other people told us that his parents  were dead.  I bought him a meal, gave him ritz crackers and candies,  and within 5 minutes our interpreter found out that there were some  girls who were looking for orphans.  The boy had on gold-with-rhinestones  flipflops.  We think the girls found him, hopefully they took him  away.  We also took some injured patients with us on the plane.  To transport the people, we would load up all the stuff and then cover  it with a tarp, so no one could see what was on the truck.  In  the plane, we had to lay down one of the seats, and the patients lifted  their legs up on the adjacent seat. One girl with an open wound 4 inches  in diameter, on antibiotics the day before, and we took her – she  will need iv antibiotics for several days.  Another guy with ruptured  scrotum, his testicle hanging 10 inches below the scrotum, great pain,  very infected, sent him to Dominican Republic to be treated there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;QUESTION ASKED --Would you go  back?  No reason for me to go back, right now, within the next  week or so all the injuries will be treated.  I couldn’t have  gone if I’d had to pay my own way there.  Jeremy has spent millions  of dollars there, taken at least 20 people down, $60 grand each way  from Utah to Haiti.  He has a couple of hired full-time pilots,  and Jeremy now owns several helicopters. Jeremy is still there, working  and coordinating.  HE is responsible for saving the lives and limbs  of hundreds of people, transporting orphans, alleviating pain and suffering.   We were able to get the LDS people quickly taken care of, and many,  many others.  We were the first LDS doctors there.  I spent  every minute with the leader over the Caribbean missions.  We only  had ibuprofen for pain.  Thousands of cases of water, thousands  of mattresses, medical supplies in different containers are already  there, and they’re being unloaded now.  What a great opportunity,  I’m really glad I went but could never afford to do this on my own.   A couple of the guys, a bishop and a ward member, spent the whole day  taking us around, I just pulled out my wallet and gave them each $20  bucks, they looked like I’d given them $1000 dollar bill.  They  were very very appreciative.  I never felt one aftershock.   Tasha and Tessa had packed a big bag of clothing and shoes, and Tina  bought a bunch of Tootsie Pops suckers, and I was able to give all those  to the people we were treating.  I  walked around and gave  every patient at the hospital a sucker.  When there were families,  everyone in the family reached their hands out and wanted suckers.   Gave suckers to every patient there, thanks to Tina, and Brit’s idea.   Fun to be able to do.  They don’t have candy like that, and to  have it during a crisis like this was fun, I was happy to be able to  do that.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want people to know how  generous Jeremy is to put together a trip like this for people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-1007837608854064800?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/01/call-with-my-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-6395791233051361157</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T11:42:13.410-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Dad is home...</title><description>Well, my dad arrived home last night. I've talked with him briefly a few times but I'm looking forward to the conference call we are doing tonight with all the siblings. He says he has many experiences to share with us. He took 3 disposable cameras full of photos that are being developed today too. It was a life changing experience for him but more importantly it was life changing for those he helped. The limited medical supplies he was able to bring from his own stock pile saved many lives. He did many procedures that he had never done or seem before. The first question I had for him was "how many amputations did you do?" -since I heard that about 70 were being performed a day. He said, luckily he only did one toe.&lt;br /&gt;He was working mostly out of the LDS churches. Each day he'd travel to a church and set up shop for the day until he had taken care of everyone in the line. He said about 10-15% were members of the church. The church was by far the most organized unit the first couple days. The members knew where to go for food, water and medical help. The engineer for the construction of the chapels and the mission president's home lives on the outskirts of the city on a large farm. The church was one of the first to bring in supplies in large shipping containers and drop them off at this nonmember's property. What a blessing it is to be a member of the church and know that we would be taken care of if this happens to us. The members down there are getting what they need and the relief efforts are being extended to non-members also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-6395791233051361157?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/01/my-dad-is-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-867229781988008211</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 06:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T11:42:34.183-08:00</atom:updated><title>the latest</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;br /&gt;The latest from my mom...I haven't heard from him the last two nights, but Britin called and she had a call from the wife of a man who went down yesterday on a chartered flight out of St. George.  He said Walt is still at the mission president's home, working out of the church and that they have been busy doing surgery after surgery.  They are working through and with the church which makes me feel better as I know they will be looked after.  &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/24878391-867229781988008211?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/01/latest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-3738841983677618702</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T15:07:41.489-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Dad in Haiti...</title><description>What a life changing experience my dad is having right now.  He left early Friday morning for Haiti.  You can read the article &lt;a href="http://www.abc4.com/news/local/story/Utah-doctors-are-almost-in-Haiti/SvO_ytDO70ivq_f3lbvPeg.cspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; of how it all came about.  The "millionaire" is my brother-in-law's boss. Last night my mom got to talk to him.  She says... "Walt called me tonight and today he flew into Port-au-Prince and is at the home of the mission president.  He said things have calmed down.  They were in a church today and word got out and people came in on their own to see the doctors.  He thought that that was where he would be spending the night, but he didn't know for how long.  Jeremy Johnson's plane that he flew in on picked up injured people and flew them to Santa Domingo for help.  Britin just told me tonight, that Jeremy gave them all bullet-proof vests and said they had to wear them while they were there.  Walt's roommate last night was a missionary who recently returned from his mission in Port-au-Prince.  He went down as an interpreter."  She also said that he hasn't had much food to eat... along with all the others down there in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I anxiously await news every night of the service he is giving and the conditions he's experiencing down there.  Will update blog if I hear anything noteworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 471px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.meganharris.com/IMG_2205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-3738841983677618702?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2010/01/my-dad-in-haiti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-4263108156328170311</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-22T07:31:15.514-08:00</atom:updated><title>A look at past x-mas cards...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2008-736598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2008-735891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wish our friends and family a Merry Christmas!  We love each of you and are thankful you are part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some of the cards I found in my file...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2007-735487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2007-734943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2006-725390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2006-724887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2004-%282%29-724602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2004-%282%29-724105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2003-757087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2003-756728.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2002-756617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2002-756431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2001-739190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/2001-738592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/1998-738401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/1998-737814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-4263108156328170311?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/12/look-at-past-x-mas-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-2037031579006673085</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T12:46:41.159-08:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-001-759847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-001-759473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving the puppy kisses.  He gets so giddy around dogs... it's funny.  And he can tell you what a dog says.  Yep, that's his first animal sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-2037031579006673085?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/11/favorite-foto-friday_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-4603175409602371856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T12:36:24.284-08:00</atom:updated><title>Some photos from a fun day...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-008-778123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-008-777802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-006-777696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-006-777317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-019-704989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-019-704627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-023-704521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/whale-watching-023-704164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun as a family enjoying what the tourists that travel from far away come to see... thanks Shawn and Ruth for giving us your rain check tickets!&lt;br /&gt;And for those who have asked when I posted on facebook... we took the 3:30 boat from Dana Wharf Sportfishing.  It was a 2 hour trip... sounds long with kids, but the time flew and the sunset was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-4603175409602371856?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/11/some-photos-from-fun-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-1958240314780337729</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T11:47:45.480-08:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG00244-753311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG00244-753293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken with my phone so the quality it poor but I love the blurred effect and the colors.  And I especially love the look on Gavin's face.  It captures the joy of being at Disneyland.  Yes... we are back!  We got our passes again, now that it is manageable with the little Tater.  I LOVE taking the boys there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-1958240314780337729?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/11/favorite-foto-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-6027066377428870277</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T21:34:31.025-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3327-%282%29-747943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3327-%282%29-747402.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/img_3390-%282%29-747267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/img_3390-%282%29-746734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Tater Tot is 1 !!&lt;br /&gt;He loved Sea Life Aquarium today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-6027066377428870277?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-1504947944545824991</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T11:44:55.343-07:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3283-777060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3283-776579.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this photo for 2 reasons:  It is rare that I'm in a photo with all 3 boys and they are looking at the camera.  And our family loves this particular hike.  It is at the top of Las Ramblas, if you live in the area.  360 degree views of ocean and rolling hills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-1504947944545824991?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/favorite-foto-friday_23.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-8050093567907316929</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T11:47:41.277-07:00</atom:updated><title>Model Child...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1239-%282%29-781853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1239-%282%29-781833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1181-731450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1181-731446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1250-%282%29-779812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1250-%282%29-779798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1254-%282%29-702264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/DSC_1254-%282%29-702248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tate landed his first modeling job! &lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law, Karen, has a friend that has just started her own kids clothing line called Rocker Roos.  It is very cute and all original.  Tate really liked the clothes too and wanted to model them.  Check out the site &lt;a href="http://www.rockerroos.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-8050093567907316929?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/model-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-3949086958583688380</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T10:33:57.750-07:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Foto Friday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/oct09-002-738635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/oct09-002-738245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-3949086958583688380?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/favorite-foto-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-8376393600217865273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T10:59:16.754-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3232-798817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_3232-798323.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell Miles is enjoying school?  I took this photo today at our house.  Miles was so very excited that I was teaching this week.  I'm in a group with 4 other moms and we rotate teaching.  We took this photo because we were learning about opposites and we wanted to see who was the tallest and who was the shortest.  I love that I get to teach him and that he is getting taught by my close friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-8376393600217865273?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/can-you-tell-miles-is-enjoying-school-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-5270821416304131511</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T21:44:02.601-07:00</atom:updated><title>Giggling Tate...</title><description>Ya, it's been a while since I've posted.  I think I'll be more motivated to post often if I know I'm going to keep it short.  So here goes the start of my short posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe1e1d9adeede4ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dfe1e1d9adeede4ee%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1274915294%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D12BCDDDF61A5DE427339D988F40CD9BEB9BF76D7.46AF2310621E4F80E3911CD45938CC26DDEBF64F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe1e1d9adeede4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DiC5gODMshaqcEUBc1OfbuCz9Oxk&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Dfe1e1d9adeede4ee%26itag%3D5%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26app%3Dblogger%26et%3Dplay%26el%3DEMBEDDED%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1274915294%26sparams%3Did%252Citag%252Cip%252Cipbits%252Cexpire%26signature%3D12BCDDDF61A5DE427339D988F40CD9BEB9BF76D7.46AF2310621E4F80E3911CD45938CC26DDEBF64F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe1e1d9adeede4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DiC5gODMshaqcEUBc1OfbuCz9Oxk&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den&amp;amp;nogvlm=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-5270821416304131511?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/10/giggling-tate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-4710440371621114954</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T01:31:44.973-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2208-750524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2208-750015.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/hospital-020-743685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/hospital-020-743351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to dad and Miles.  Can't believe my baby Miles is 4!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-4710440371621114954?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/08/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-859805955208784270</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T13:41:57.592-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>A big THANK YOU goes to Grammy for taking on these 3 rascals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So Nate and I could do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20002%20%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from Maui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiking to and jumping off waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hike to a beautiful picnic spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 319px;" src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the view from our lanai early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boat ride out to Molokini to snorkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 541px; height: 405px;" src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/DSC06281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving on one lane roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for views like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhh and romantic evenings on the beach after a relaxing dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Maui%20122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the everyday craziness that I missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-859805955208784270?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/07/big-thank-you-goes-to-grammy-for-taking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-1238181768022867459</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 05:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T22:37:24.353-07:00</atom:updated><title>You might not know...</title><description>I thought I'd post photos from the last month about things you may not know about us lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 321px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate has got his first tooth and just this last week, his second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 319px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he absolutely loves the water... I think more than my other boys did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he eats sand by the handfuls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is still putting up with his brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 319px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man, is he protected by his older bro Miles.  Here he is telling his friends they can't touch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 477px; height: 318px;" src="http://meganharris.com/IMG_2468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles is ready for summer!  He was so done with preschool and now he is perfecting his swimming skills.  He is a great little swimmer for being just 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 359px;" src="http://meganharris.com/june09%20%286%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin graduates from Kindergarten tomorrow!  This year went fast and he learned so much from these 3 great teachers.  It is very fun to see so much learning and growth in 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most exciting news...&lt;br /&gt;We have 2 new nieces and cousins born these last few weeks.  And we got to meet one of them a few hours after birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/june09%20%2816%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ava.  Born just 1 week ago to my brother Brandon and Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/Lila_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby Lila.  Born May 16th to Nathan's sister Kelli and Jared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://meganharris.com/smartie%20tate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had to post this one because it is too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-1238181768022867459?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/06/you-might-not-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-7536293924577559872</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T22:05:51.704-07:00</atom:updated><title>Halfy Birthday to Tate!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2407-%282%29-735181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2407-%282%29-735179.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate's halfy birthday was now 2 weeks ago. He is 6 months old! He is 14 pounds, can roll over, can almost sit up by himself and goes without nursing at night. I'm most excited about the last milestone. Now I can pretend I'm asleep when I hear him scream in the middle of the night. Yes, I have a wonderful husband that knows I'm happier with a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2059-735260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_2059-735258.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1858-735242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1858-735233.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1696-797360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1696-797353.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1553-797340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1553-797338.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1009-755802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://meganharris.com/uploaded_images/IMG_1009-755351.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-7536293924577559872?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/05/halfy-birthday-to-tate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24878391.post-710598631378154355</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T21:43:19.335-07:00</atom:updated><title>Is that Gav?</title><description>I had fun watching Gav last week at his school music demonstration.  It was surprising to me that he wasn't shy about singing it out and doing the hand movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCsNaxu6oIM"&gt;Gavin Singing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24878391-710598631378154355?l=www.meganharris.com%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.meganharris.com/2009/05/is-that-gav.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (*megan)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
