<?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-27991085</id><updated>2011-12-07T12:30:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According to Hayden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-4758474529834087701</id><published>2009-08-28T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:21:50.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weird Day</title><content type='html'>There was a fat boy.  He tried to swim, but the lifeguard had to save him because he was too fat and drowned.  Then he put on his blue Crocs.  He rode his bicycle home.  He got his brown wallet in the kitchen, and he got a strawberry snowcone because he didn't have enough money to buy a chocolate chip one.  But he spilled and he cried out big fat tears and then put on his sunglasses.  Ten he bought some icrecream, but a giant bought a bigger icecream with M and M's.  So the fat boy went home.  It was a beautiful day.  The birds were chirping and the sky was blue.  The boy had some fun by himself.  He was sweaty and he as so tan.  He slept in.  He was hot and he put on his guitar muscle shirt.  The fat boy relaxed on his bed.  It was a dry day.  He had watermelon for breakfast.  He went on a vacation and went to put on his shorts.  Eighty years later he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-4758474529834087701?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4758474529834087701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=4758474529834087701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4758474529834087701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4758474529834087701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-day.html' title='The Weird Day'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-798933298635468755</id><published>2008-11-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:26:19.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q.</title><content type='html'>Q.What would you have for your pet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-798933298635468755?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/798933298635468755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=798933298635468755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/798933298635468755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/798933298635468755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/11/q.html' title='Q.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-26725236067892821</id><published>2008-10-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:30:25.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>I went to the zoo on Monday and it was October.  It was Monday the thirteenth.  My friends liked it too.  I saw a frog.  It was slimy.  It even hopped!  I saw a furry otter.  It was swimming.  I saw a tiger!  It was spotted.  It roared!  I saw a lizard.  It was green.  It was climbing.  I saw a slithering snake.  It had scales.  I saw a bear.  It was sleepy.  It pooped.  It was a beautiful day.  I got an idog on the way back from Burger King.  We ate there.  It was cool.  All of my friends ran down this one bridge, and we thought there would be animals.  No!  There were nothin.  So, we had to run back up and tell everyone that there was nothin.  We got a rainbow Popsicle.  We getted to play at the park at the zoo.  My favorite part of the zoo was the otters...and almost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-26725236067892821?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/26725236067892821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=26725236067892821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/26725236067892821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/26725236067892821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-zoo-trip.html' title='My Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-266941444051021838</id><published>2008-10-10T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:13:56.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fish and the dolphin</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were a fish and a dolphin.  The fish's name was Fred.  The dolphin's name was Crib.  The fish went on the very bottom of the sea.  All fish have backbones, cause they are a vertebrate.  They lay eggs.  They have scales.  On their skin, the gills look like cuts.  Fred went in a blue coral reef to camouflage because his color was blue.   But, a pelican came by and almost ate the fish, but the dolphin sanked him down on the very bottom of the ocean and the bird got away.  But, the dolphin couldn't get him anymore.  A dolphin has a backbone.  It's a mammal.  Crib told Fred that they would be best buddies forever.  The pelican flew by, but he dropped one of his feathers.  And the fish gobbled, gobbled it up.  Then, a dog was swimming.  The dog ate up the fish.  And then another fish hatched.  A crab was in the water and it snatched the fish's fin.  The fish said, "Ouch" then an eel came by and gobbled the crab up.  It actually was a shark.  The fish swam to the bottom of the sea.  Then he ran to the blue coral reef again, but the dolphin came down and pushed him away.  A boat came.  Then they caught the fish but the fish was swiping in the boat, and whacked one of the persons in the face.  They threw it back in the water and caught another fish.  There were 500 google left.  The perch was dead.  A big dolphin blew and hit one of the pilots in the water.  It went on the bottom of the boat and threw it upside down, and they all drown.  A shark came and gobbled them up.  Then an airplane came and the dolphin found a tank, a huge tank, so they fit all their body in and then they turned into turtles.  But, they kept their same names.  They ate hamburgers at a restaurant.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-266941444051021838?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/266941444051021838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=266941444051021838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/266941444051021838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/266941444051021838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/10/fish-and-dolphin.html' title='The fish and the dolphin'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2365639962517698641</id><published>2008-09-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:50:38.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crocodile and a turtle</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were a turtle just running around.  The crocodile said, "Get out of my house."  But the turtle said, "No."  And the crocodile said, "Yes."  But then the crocodile chased the turtle.  He got out.  He was sad.  The turtle was walking to a hide in the Nile because the crocodile lived in the Red Sea.  The turtle swam down the Nile and he saw pyramids and pharaohs and fishies swimming with him.  He saw mummies because he went in the pyramid.  He was scared.  He looked the other way and there was a sarcophagus and he jumped away and was like, "AAAHHH!"  Then the lid opened on an accident.  He got even more scared.  The pharaoh saw the turtle get in the pyramid.  So, the pharaoh ran and ran and his name was King Tut.  He said, "Move it!  Get out of here."  He threw him all the way back to the Red Sea.  The crocodile saw him land in the water, so he chased him even faster, and the turtle had to swim faster!  The turtle went back home for a nice day and played video games.  The turtle had the Wii Fit.  Then when the crocodile was asleep in the dark time, the turtle was really quiet and tried not to step on any leaves.  He went for a swim in the Nile and the Red Sea where people can't see them.  When he got in the water, he slipped and the crocodile woke up and he was MAD!  He saw a claw fall off so it was floating and he saw it and  thought that turtle was in the water, so he ran and ran and looked for him, but the turtle was at home listening to his ipod.  Tomorrow, in the mail he got 1000 bucks, wait a hundred thousand bucks and then he went home and then he got out of his house and went sneaky because the crocodile had 500 million google dollars, so he sneaked up and got the mail and ripped it apart and got all the money and went back home.  There were a big giant squid that squished and got him, but he didn't die.  He bit the squid, and the squid said, "Don't bite me anymore.  I'm not going to hold you anymore because you're way too strong."  His friends came over and played video games with him.  It was awesome.  The turtle was happy.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2365639962517698641?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2365639962517698641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2365639962517698641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2365639962517698641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2365639962517698641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/09/crocodile-and-turtle.html' title='A crocodile and a turtle'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-8717010621450200181</id><published>2008-09-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:13:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a Pharoah</title><content type='html'>If I was a Pharaoh I would tell my people to go to North America and get me a lizard.  Then, when they are on the continent, Africa, I'll call them again and tell them to get me every animal in the world.  If they don't I will boil them and make them into a mummy and take their brains out, and put it in a pyramid...a wooden pyramid where they couldn't get out.  Then I will never feed them ever again because they disobeyed me and they are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a Pharaoh, I would tell my people to go to North America and go to whatever store has clothes, and then when they are there, I'll call them back, and tell them "Give me a black shirt, and two pairs of green pants, and 25 pairs of shoes.  And, give me a golden earring...wait...two of them...and get me a silver and gold hat."  I'm going to tell them to buy some makeup and put it on their own face, because I'm not wearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will type on my computer, around the world that my servants, my people, have make up on right now.  Then, I will make them find gold in Egypt.  Then, I'll tell them to go ask a police man can I have their car.  Then, if the police says no, I will throw them in the wooden pyramid also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-8717010621450200181?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/8717010621450200181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=8717010621450200181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8717010621450200181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8717010621450200181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-were-pharoah.html' title='If I were a Pharoah'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-7573520942240790710</id><published>2008-09-12T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:18:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was in spase</title><content type='html'>I was in a shuttle. I landed in mercury and it takes 88 days to go around the sun.  Then I landed in Venus.  The clouds block Venus and Venus is really shiny because the sun shines at the clouds and makes it very shiny.  Then I landed in Earth.  It was really beautiful.  It takes a year to revolve and a day to go around.  Then I landed in Mars.  The nickname is the red planet.  Then asteroids were coming after me.  I landed on Jupiter when I got past them.  It's the biggest planet in the world.  Then I landed in Saturn.  It's really colorful.  There are rings.  Then I landed on Uranus.  It had faint rings.  Then I landed in Neptune.  It was awesome.  It is blue.  Then I landed in Pluto.  It's the coldest planet in the world.  If you take your helmet off, your head will be frozen.  Don't ever take your hat off, or you'll almost die.  Then I flew back home where I live.  And then I told my mom I went to space.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-7573520942240790710?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7573520942240790710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=7573520942240790710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7573520942240790710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7573520942240790710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-in-spase.html' title='i was in spase'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-7291425828227487727</id><published>2008-09-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:35:03.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i AM IN SPASE</title><content type='html'>I WAS IN MARS IT WAS RED. THE SUN WAS SHINING ON THE EARTH.IT WAS COOL.I WAS  IN A SHUTTLE. IT WAS COOL. I WIT TO SATURN. IT WAS YELLOW AND ORANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom taking over typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Jupiter.  It was really orange and yellowish.  I saw an alien.  It tried to attack me.  People was coming.  I said, "Help" because my shuttle blew up.  It almost killed me.  So, the people picked me up.  I went back to earth, and I was saved.  It was awesome.  I liked my trip.   I said to the people, "It was really cool."  We had to eat apples in space because I was all floating around in space.  I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and I had to have a seat belt.  I had to go to the bathroom and had to have a seat belt.  Now I'm on earth.  I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-7291425828227487727?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7291425828227487727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=7291425828227487727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7291425828227487727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7291425828227487727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-in-spase.html' title='i AM IN SPASE'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-5154592569585422059</id><published>2008-08-22T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:32:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>star wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9os_52V1I/AAAAAAAABw8/9h-cvQePnvs/s1600-h/1435937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9os_52V1I/AAAAAAAABw8/9h-cvQePnvs/s320/1435937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237520013932779346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewy you are saved Luke we need to git in the ship they ran in to the ship they got meat the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-5154592569585422059?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/5154592569585422059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=5154592569585422059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/5154592569585422059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/5154592569585422059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/08/star-wars_22.html' title='star wars'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SK9os_52V1I/AAAAAAAABw8/9h-cvQePnvs/s72-c/1435937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-3840494241925922953</id><published>2008-08-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:25:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hayden needed this on his blog too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPXpuPlyDsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPXpuPlyDsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's cool.  The guy is not human."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-3840494241925922953?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3840494241925922953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=3840494241925922953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/3840494241925922953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/3840494241925922953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/08/hayden-needed-this-on-his-blog-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-3821492541446957100</id><published>2008-08-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:32:31.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnSG94OD2I/AAAAAAAABv8/4wYciU1YrNQ/s1600-h/chewbacca-han-solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnSG94OD2I/AAAAAAAABv8/4wYciU1YrNQ/s320/chewbacca-han-solo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231443459298955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;star wars. loock its coowe hosholo seid. wat hapid.the door is goon.loock seid. and are shiip is goon .the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-3821492541446957100?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3821492541446957100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=3821492541446957100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/3821492541446957100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/3821492541446957100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/08/star-wars.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/SJnSG94OD2I/AAAAAAAABv8/4wYciU1YrNQ/s72-c/chewbacca-han-solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-7969834147761556745</id><published>2008-04-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:37:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Kind of Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R_JWnxzWSRI/AAAAAAAABgI/57VDTKZZGdM/s1600-h/roundtop+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R_JWnxzWSRI/AAAAAAAABgI/57VDTKZZGdM/s320/roundtop+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184301362440456466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On vacation in the rain forest, I discovered a rainbow bug.  It was red and orange and brown and all sorts a kind of different colors.  It was so cool, but I thought it was poisonous so I ran into the house.  I told my dad what this bug is.  It lived on a big, big, big tree.  It was so wide and open.   My dad didn't even know what it was!  When we were there, we went to a place and there were a guy who said, "This bug is a rainbow bug."  I was like this to dad..."Oh, oh, can I keep it, please?"  I really did want it!  But, my dad said, "We can have it."  It was so cool, I really did love it.  My mom said, "I like it too, very much.  You can have it."  I said, "Let's buy a cage for it."  I put it in the cage and I put grass and sticks and leaves and all sorts a kind of stuff.  It was so cool and fun.  I chased it around my backyard, but I decided to let him go.  When I let it go, it flew far away.  It was so awesome.  I loved it.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-7969834147761556745?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7969834147761556745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=7969834147761556745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7969834147761556745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7969834147761556745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-kind-of-bug.html' title='A New Kind of Bug'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R_JWnxzWSRI/AAAAAAAABgI/57VDTKZZGdM/s72-c/roundtop+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-8924678705331408360</id><published>2008-03-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:12:39.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R9w7asiaxII/AAAAAAAABfU/No6kQ7-ebSU/s1600-h/star+wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R9w7asiaxII/AAAAAAAABfU/No6kQ7-ebSU/s320/star+wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178079001387385986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satr wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyoo pyoo pyoo pyoo pyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat will we do.honsolow said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choowe said gggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choowe sol a dor. they wit in to the dor. loock said. i her samthing.  they folod it.  it was a snayk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they cild it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-8924678705331408360?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/8924678705331408360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=8924678705331408360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8924678705331408360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8924678705331408360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/03/satr-wars.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R9w7asiaxII/AAAAAAAABfU/No6kQ7-ebSU/s72-c/star+wars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-8472737533332873890</id><published>2008-02-13T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:20:28.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R7MYvaXNFZI/AAAAAAAABb0/qiIKZFYugV0/s1600-h/background_gunship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R7MYvaXNFZI/AAAAAAAABb0/qiIKZFYugV0/s320/background_gunship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166500400333657490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satr wras . vader  tock  loocks  lita  savre  . honsolowe  wint to loocksckiwora . and he fowd uot&lt;br /&gt;he had  too dide honsolow holpd loock  theend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This story was written AND typed by Hayden.  See if you can translate it.  So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-8472737533332873890?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/8472737533332873890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=8472737533332873890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8472737533332873890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/8472737533332873890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/02/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/R7MYvaXNFZI/AAAAAAAABb0/qiIKZFYugV0/s72-c/background_gunship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-4867651796117122262</id><published>2008-01-21T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:59:22.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Version of the Emperor's New Clothes</title><content type='html'>We read the Emperor's New Clothes.  Hayden had to write a story where he tricked someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on top of a building, and I had a net.  I found my daddy and we jumped down from the building and we found a danger cat.  It was in danger.  The cat was in danger.  I saved him.  He licked me and licked me and licked me.  I liked him.  He was nice.  Then, he gave me a message.  Then, there was a bird, and a tiger and a snake and a giraffe.  Every animal in the world went to me and liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back on the building with my dad.  We found a bad guy and I acted like the bad guy.  I said, "Do you want to come to my house?"  He did.  Then, I said, "I have nice animals at my house."  He believed me.  But, when I opened the door, the animals attacked him.  That was actually good.  My animals attacked him, and attacked him and attacked him.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-4867651796117122262?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4867651796117122262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=4867651796117122262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4867651796117122262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4867651796117122262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/01/haydens-version-of-emperors-new-clothes.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Version of the Emperor&apos;s New Clothes'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2652951187946157685</id><published>2008-01-17T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:37:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Fable with Adjectives</title><content type='html'>Hayden used his fable to add descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time my NICE dad got me a YUMMY drink at the GREY AND RED AND WHITE gas station. It was a BLACK coke. We went to the beach THAT WAS FULL OF SEA MONSTERS. I said, "I can help you, Dad." My NICE dad said, "You can not help me." But I was right. I helped him. He said, "Can you give me that YELLOW, BASKETBALL pencil down there?" And I did. I helped him. And he said, "You're right." We went to the beach FULL OF CRABS. We found some BIG fish and we eated them. I loved it. And then we went on a boat WITH A WINDOW. IT WAS A HUGE BOAT WITH SAILS ON IT.  Then, we dived and saw some GREY sharks WITH BIG TEETH AND THEY ALMOST GOT US. Then we went back on the GINORMOUS boat. After that we went back to the beach and then back home. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2652951187946157685?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2652951187946157685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2652951187946157685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2652951187946157685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2652951187946157685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/01/haydens-fable-with-adjectives.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Fable with Adjectives'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-1185765431783584672</id><published>2008-01-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:19:04.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hayden Fable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hayden had to write a fable that was like The Lion and the Mouse.  Here's his version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time my dad got me a drink at the gas station.  It was a coke.  We went to the beach.  I said, "I can help you, Dad."  My dad said, "You can not help me."  But I was right.  I helped me.  He said, "Can you give me that pencil down there?"  And I did.  I helped him.  And he said, "You're right."  We went to the beach.  We found some fish and we eated them.  I loved it.  And then we went on a boat.  Then, we dived and saw some sharks.  Then we went back on the boat.  After that we went back to the beach and then back home.  The End.&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/27991085-1185765431783584672?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1185765431783584672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=1185765431783584672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/1185765431783584672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/1185765431783584672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2008/01/hayden-fable.html' title='A Hayden Fable'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2920500797836703655</id><published>2007-10-15T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:27:21.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RxOvumMOn_I/AAAAAAAABAI/Q4o7zJV5aWk/s1600-h/airplane_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RxOvumMOn_I/AAAAAAAABAI/Q4o7zJV5aWk/s320/airplane_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121630416311066610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going on an airplane.  I am going to California to go to the zoo.  I'm packing toys and paper and movies and some clothes.  I had to pay a ticket.  It costs $20.  It looks so cool.  I go really, really high.  It takes for like a couple hours to get there.  It was a cool day and it was snowing.  We found a helicopter in the sky.  I jumped on the helicopter when it was by the airplane.  Then the airplane took the other people somewhere and the helicopter bringed me to California.  When I went to California, this is how they landed me off.   A rope.  It was going down.  I slided down with the rope.  And I got my stuff.  Then, I moved to California to live there.  I love California.  Then I saw a big tiger in the middle of the road.  The tiger made a big crack in the road and it almost broked.  The road broked.  There were water underneath it.  But, people went another way.  There were a different way.  People made fireworks for me in California because they missed me.  Now I live in Texas at my old house.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2920500797836703655?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2920500797836703655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2920500797836703655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2920500797836703655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2920500797836703655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-going-to-california.html' title='I&apos;m Going to California'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RxOvumMOn_I/AAAAAAAABAI/Q4o7zJV5aWk/s72-c/airplane_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-1565876033683732914</id><published>2007-09-27T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:21:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My seed story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvvYf0h0GTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DEjoglCiU-c/s1600-h/seed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvvYf0h0GTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DEjoglCiU-c/s320/seed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114919842997344562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of when I am a seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tiny seed.  I am yellow.  I am in the soil.  It feels warm.  I see a bunch of seeds.  I see some insects.  The water is making me grow.  My roots are getting big.  Now I need light so I grow up through the soil.  I see the sun.  I like the sun because it gives me light.  Right now, I'm turning higher.  The stem is making me go up.  My stem is giving me water.  I grow and my leaves are turning green.  Now a flower is turning up and seeds are in it.  The seeds are dropping.  I can see everything!  I see insects.  I can see reptiles.  I can see animals.  I can hear someone stomping!  Then someone is coming to pick me up and show their son!  They take me inside and eat me!  They eat the food off me.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-1565876033683732914?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1565876033683732914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=1565876033683732914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/1565876033683732914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/1565876033683732914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-seed-story.html' title='My seed story'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvvYf0h0GTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DEjoglCiU-c/s72-c/seed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2374201629493342401</id><published>2007-09-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:41:49.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Darf Vader made the clones do what he says.  The clones shoot. Darf Vader has a light saver. Obi1konobi will fight the udder people even quisongin.  And they shoot the clones.  "What about we kill," quisongin said.  I have to kill and destroy the door.  The doors splashed into the people.  The battle droids saw that quisongin kill the people.  When they killed the people, they asked the boss and the boss said to go and kill them.  The bad people went to go and killed them.  One went dead and the other one went dead.  The boss says, "What about we kill em now?"  Bobofet says he would kill them for them.  I know I will kill them.  But, they didn't and Bobofet died.  The good guys winned.  They killed and killed everything they saw and every bad guy...they destroyed.  Ever good guy...they did not.  The good guys did not kill Ob1konobi or quisongin, but darf mall made a map and the map told em what he has to do.  He did the first thing, the second thing the third thing and the fourth thing.  He did all the stuff.  He did the last thing and it was to kill.  He killed the battle droids.  The battle droids killed and killed.  The good guys killed the battle droids.  They killed the battle droids all the time.  Then, the good guys made a map.  They made it about what they have to do.  The last thing was looking out for the good guys to help.  When they helped the good guys, the good guys like it.  Then the last thing was to kill darf mall and then darf mall died all the time.  He got hurt.  He got killed.  The good guys winned all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2374201629493342401?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2374201629493342401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2374201629493342401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2374201629493342401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2374201629493342401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/09/star-wars-story.html' title='Star Wars Story'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-4944941729810496307</id><published>2007-06-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:25:42.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter M is for Martian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rnf0OOcaDZI/AAAAAAAAAew/uIMSTyzQNo8/s1600-h/space+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rnf0OOcaDZI/AAAAAAAAAew/uIMSTyzQNo8/s320/space+ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077795630116113810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the three little martians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martians live on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first little martian was named Macaroni and Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second little martian was named Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third little martian was named Marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first little martian was going to his friend's house.  And then the second little martian was there and then he was cutting some trees with his cutter, well, his knife.  And then the third little martian was getting his sled and standing up and skating down the snow.  And then he falled off and bonked his head on a tree.  I don't know what came out of his head, because he doesn't have blood because he's a martian, but he was dead.  He was weird because he was sledding and he didn't want to turn.  He wanted to see if he could jump over that tree, but he crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second little martian bonked his head too.  The first little martian bonked his head too.  And then they were all dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on Earth in the Milky Way.  Earth is the third planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-4944941729810496307?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4944941729810496307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=4944941729810496307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4944941729810496307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4944941729810496307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-m-is-for-martian.html' title='The Letter M is for Martian'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rnf0OOcaDZI/AAAAAAAAAew/uIMSTyzQNo8/s72-c/space+ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2803127719396188723</id><published>2007-06-07T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:46:26.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what the police do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjQS-caDMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BglUFU325Xk/s1600-h/handcuffs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjQS-caDMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BglUFU325Xk/s320/handcuffs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073534004651232450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hayden has ALWAYS been fascinated, or maybe terrified by the thought of jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He has been known to ask me during an entire round of errand running questions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"If I hit that window over there with my sword and broke it, would I go to jail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"If you ran over that car in front of us, would you go to jail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"If you jumped off a house would you go to jail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"If you ran over a bike would you go to jail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now, every time he hears sirens he says, "Oh man, mom, I know those policemen are going to under arrest someone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you say, "Hayden, what do the police do to people who break the law?" he says, "They under arrest them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm hoping his intrigue with legalities is more because one day he will be a lawyer or something, not because he will be a criminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Heavens, I'm praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2803127719396188723?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2803127719396188723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2803127719396188723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2803127719396188723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2803127719396188723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-what-police-do.html' title='It&apos;s what the police do'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RmjQS-caDMI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BglUFU325Xk/s72-c/handcuffs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-2041946178986738142</id><published>2007-04-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:54:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scooter and a Motorcycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik2YR3gl_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vhnQ0uitrTU/s1600-h/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik2YR3gl_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vhnQ0uitrTU/s320/scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055631847441078258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time they were a cool scooter guy.  He could go on top of his scooter.  He can jump really high.  I don't believe it!  He is weird.  He is totally wicked.  That was sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is what happens.  He does cool tricks.  He puts two foots on top of his scooter and jumps really high at the sky.  He jumped on a cloud with his rocket scooter.  And he has a motorcycle and an elephant.  He got a rash when he fell off his scooter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something crashed into him and made him die.  Then Jesus made him well.  Then, he went to alive.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-2041946178986738142?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2041946178986738142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=2041946178986738142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2041946178986738142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/2041946178986738142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/04/scooter-and-motorcycle.html' title='A Scooter and a Motorcycle'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rik2YR3gl_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vhnQ0uitrTU/s72-c/scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-4215370577385223207</id><published>2007-04-09T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:19:52.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rho7JtbNqEI/AAAAAAAAATo/_DuxLfn-1bo/s1600-h/mp3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rho7JtbNqEI/AAAAAAAAATo/_DuxLfn-1bo/s400/mp3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051414970048030786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is how we find our son these days...constantly attached to his MP3 player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wake up and find the earliest riser in the Hendrick house on the couch...not watching cartoons like normal children...but with his eyes closed, music so loud I can tell what song he's listening to across the room...laying on his back in his Sponge Bob pajamas, drumming the song with his feet on the cushions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wake up to find him sitting on the dining room table (sorry Popi, I'm trying to make him stop!) doing a dot-to-dot singing "Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man in a factory downtown."  The boy loves Presidents of the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've invented a whole new language for talking to my son.  He knows my made up sign language for "turn it down" "turn it off" "stop talking so loud" and "stop singing so loud, your brother is asleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is so in love with music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so in love with my crazy son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-4215370577385223207?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4215370577385223207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=4215370577385223207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4215370577385223207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/4215370577385223207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/04/such-rock-star.html' title='Such a Rock Star'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rho7JtbNqEI/AAAAAAAAATo/_DuxLfn-1bo/s72-c/mp3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-449838140708565961</id><published>2007-04-08T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:16:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkjVNbNqBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0chdu1wKxz0/s1600-h/tall+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkjVNbNqBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0chdu1wKxz0/s400/tall+cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051107304360749074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Easter is when there is a big cross, and they have a thing, I don't know what it is, and they are putting it on Jesus' hand with a hammer.  Jesus got a whoop.  He gotted arrested.  He died.  For three days.  He died on the cross so that he can come alive.  He died for our sins.  He got back to life affer three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-449838140708565961?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/449838140708565961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=449838140708565961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/449838140708565961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/449838140708565961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-easter.html' title='What is Easter'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkjVNbNqBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0chdu1wKxz0/s72-c/tall+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-468099659613412532</id><published>2007-04-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:05:02.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry in Advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkDddbNqAI/AAAAAAAAATI/4BNMj4X8z-w/s1600-h/sprite1-713566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkDddbNqAI/AAAAAAAAATI/4BNMj4X8z-w/s400/sprite1-713566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051072261722580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night, Hayden started throwing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wasn't sure if it was a stomach virus or the fact that we had been in the car all day...and he had eaten nothing but cotton candy, regular old candy and drank a strawberry coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My kids don't eat like that normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was just a reward for having to be in a vehicle an entire afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The second time he threw up, I was more sure it was a virus, not being car sick and stuffed with foreign foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before he fell asleep in our floor near our bathroom, I got down on the floor with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I played with his hair and said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Hayden...if you feel sick in the middle of the night, I need you to get up, and run straight to the potty.  I don't want you to throw up on the carpet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He was so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He looked at me and said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I'll try mom.  But if I do throw up on the carpet, I'm going to say I'm sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He's so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He knows himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I do too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's why I went ahead and made a wide blanket trail from his pallet to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-468099659613412532?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/468099659613412532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=468099659613412532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/468099659613412532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/468099659613412532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry-in-advance.html' title='Sorry in Advance'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhkDddbNqAI/AAAAAAAAATI/4BNMj4X8z-w/s72-c/sprite1-713566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-7038951478429982948</id><published>2007-02-25T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:02:01.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgKMMiTTuvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TvbSewju7XE/s1600-h/reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgKMMiTTuvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TvbSewju7XE/s400/reese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044748679602486002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hayden said the funniest thing today when we got home from church.  He came walking into the room where I was and said, in a very frustrated tone of voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Mom, you will never believe this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I said, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hayden said, "Today, Reese did not know what we needed to do to get married."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At this moment, I could hardly wait to get to my next question, so I could hear Hayden's answer to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I said, "Did you tell her what you do if you want to get married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He said..EVEN MORE FRUSTRATED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"NO!  I couldn't figure it out either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So...Mike and Ashley, I guess we have a little more time of them being single...at least until someone lets them in on how you become married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-7038951478429982948?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7038951478429982948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=7038951478429982948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7038951478429982948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/7038951478429982948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2007/02/almost-married.html' title='Almost Married'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RgKMMiTTuvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TvbSewju7XE/s72-c/reese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-116327491071515938</id><published>2006-11-11T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:55:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Hayden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/silly%20hayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/silly%20hayden.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Listening to my kids talk to each other is one of the sweetest gifts as a mother.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were sitting at the table one night eating baked potatoes.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between big bites of food, Hayden and Anson started a conversation about “talking to yourself.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they had discussed this whole idea amongst themselves, Hayden blurts out…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom…Anson talks to himself.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I say…     “That’s ok.  I do too…and it’s fun.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden immediately says…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…hey…I talk to myself too.  Like when I’m dancing I say, ‘Way to go Hayden.  You’re really good. And when I’m playing the x-box, I say, ‘Man, you’re really good at this.  You're awesome.’”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So funny…and so honest.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still not done with our Halloween candy.     Every day, after lunch, if they “ate big” then the kids get a piece.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden got a sucker today.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in my room, I looked at his face covered in sucker and said, “Hayden, will you go get a wet wipe and bring it to me so I can clean you up?”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was wiping his face, I said, “Child, why….why are you so messy?  How can you do this with just a simple little sucker?”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a rhetorical question.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had an answer.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden immediately said, very matter of factly…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, because sometimes I put the sucker in my mouth like this (he pantomimed).  But sometimes, I take my sucker out and rub it all over my face.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him and shook my head.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&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/27991085-116327491071515938?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/116327491071515938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=116327491071515938' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116327491071515938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116327491071515938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-hayden.html' title='Oh, Hayden.'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-116215015628399585</id><published>2006-10-29T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:29:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/rainbow%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/rainbow%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My name is Mr. Rainbow Man.  I have magic in my hands.  The lellow one shoots out suns.  The blue one shoots out wind.  The white does icing.  The green one shoots out frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-116215015628399585?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/116215015628399585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=116215015628399585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116215015628399585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116215015628399585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-name-is-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-116214937762426084</id><published>2006-10-29T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:18:14.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to that, mom what kind of place was it?  Oh, the zonzes festival.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am very cool with that sword.&lt;br /&gt;My sword is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I whack and have a sword fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very, very high.&lt;br /&gt;I was very, very high, and I almost did a flip.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do when I jump upside down with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was gross when he ate the mud.&lt;br /&gt;He did like a flip, threw it in the sky and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they jumped in the mud with his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was weird when he was eating my boody. &lt;br /&gt;He was trying to eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-116214937762426084?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/116214937762426084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=116214937762426084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116214937762426084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/116214937762426084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-went-to-that-mom-what-kind-of-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115990483782114334</id><published>2006-10-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:47:17.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Poor Firemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/fire%20station.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/400/fire%20station.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last Friday, we went on a field trip to the College Station Fire Department.  Before we were leaving, I suggested that maybe Hayden should take off his Spider Man costume.  He declined.  I then said, "Hayden, why don't you wear your cool fire man costume, since that's where we are going...to the fire station."  He looked at me as if I had lost my mind and politely said, "No Mom."  And then he walked down the hall shaking his head like he had just had an encouter with a lunatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So...this is my child...this is what he does...this is who he is.  He's Spider Man the Fire Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Also...note Anson in this picture...SO RESPONSIBLE, holding Justus on the fire truck with out anyone asking him to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Could there be two more different people living in our home?&lt;/span&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/27991085-115990483782114334?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115990483782114334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115990483782114334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115990483782114334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115990483782114334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-poor-firemen.html' title='Those Poor Firemen'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115990413179004540</id><published>2006-10-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:35:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/tiny%20muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/tiny%20muscles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, it's Monday morning...I call Anson and Hayden to the dining room table to figure out what they are doing for AWANA this week.  Anson is sitting there looking through his book (figuring out his new, weekly goal is a HUGE big deal to him).  Hayden is supposed to be coloring his new pages in his AWANA book.  While Anson and I are coming up with a plan for the week, we look over and Hayden has made this little dumbbell out of some left over snack he found in his Cubbies bag.  I look over at him, trying not to laugh and say, "Hayden, what are you doing?"  He then says, in a super tiny voice...like he's straining to pick up something heavy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I'm getting tiny muscles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Even Anson, who is normally NOT amused by his little brother's inability to stay on task said, "Hayden, you are so funny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He is so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115990413179004540?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115990413179004540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115990413179004540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115990413179004540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115990413179004540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiny-muscles.html' title='Tiny Muscles'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115906360910791731</id><published>2006-09-23T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:10:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWANA Cubbies Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/411942.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cute little Cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115906360910791731?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115906360910791731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115906360910791731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115906360910791731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115906360910791731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/awana-cubbies-song.html' title='AWANA Cubbies Song'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115906357628528052</id><published>2006-09-23T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:12:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen-ti-sis 1:31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hayden wants his verses on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/411941.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115906357628528052?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115906357628528052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115906357628528052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115906357628528052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115906357628528052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/gen-ti-sis-131.html' title='Gen-ti-sis 1:31'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115903175405957047</id><published>2006-09-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:15:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you call an upside down grasshopper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/grasshopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/grasshopper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hayden caught a grasshopper yesterday and of course put it in one of the 900 bug containers we have on our back porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought it in just a second ago and said…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what, mom?  All my grasshoppers always want to turn upside down.  They always like doing that.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah man, I think your grasshopper is dead, Hayden.  Why don’t you go dump him out in the back yard and go catch a new one!”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says…    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s not dead, Mom.  I read on a grasshopper blog that grasshoppers really like to just turn over backwards.  That’s what they like a do.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we’ll keep his dead grasshopper for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115903175405957047?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115903175405957047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115903175405957047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115903175405957047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115903175405957047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-do-you-call-upside-down.html' title='What do you call an upside down grasshopper?'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115894175170853999</id><published>2006-09-22T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:15:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's Elephant Appreciation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/elephants.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I appreciate elephants because:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They are so big &lt;br /&gt;They have horns &lt;br /&gt;They are on little Bill &lt;br /&gt;Mama elephants get some water and put water on baby elephants &lt;br /&gt;They are on Jeff Corwin &lt;br /&gt;They have big ears &lt;br /&gt;They have a tail  And FOUR legs &lt;br /&gt;They have a big back  And big eyes  And big bodies &lt;br /&gt;They are in the circus    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had an elephant I would name him zooey zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115894175170853999?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115894175170853999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115894175170853999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115894175170853999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115894175170853999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-its-elephant-appreciation-day.html' title='Because it&apos;s Elephant Appreciation Day'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115885850129310970</id><published>2006-09-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:56:44.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Take on the Soupus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/rope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night we went to the circus.  We called it the soupus.  Then, we said, “Ok…I’ll just go.”  When we got there, we were dancing.  We saw a snake!  A ninja master was holding it.  We saw dogs.  They were jumping over.  This clown said to pull him out.  I pulled on the rope, very hard and I pulled his shirt off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/spongebob.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/spongebob.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I saw SpongeBob.  I said hi to him.  I shook him hand.  My favorite part of the circus was watching the ninja master with the snake.  I think it was a cobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115885850129310970?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115885850129310970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115885850129310970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115885850129310970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115885850129310970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/haydens-take-on-soupus_21.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Take on the Soupus'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115876480683879440</id><published>2006-09-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:45:02.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/lightning.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/lightning.8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday night during the storm, Hayden woke up and came into our room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He said, "Mama...I woke up and went to the bathroom, and the lightning hurt my feelings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think he meant it scared him.  We let him sleep with us.  We couldn't let him go back to bed with his feelings hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday we dropped some books off at the library.  Hayden said, “Mom, why do we call that thang the library?”  I said, “I don’t know.  It’s just it’s name.”  He said, “Well, I think we should call it the bookquiet because they have books and they make you be quiet.”  So, that’s what we are calling it from now on.&lt;/span&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/27991085-115876480683879440?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115876480683879440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115876480683879440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115876480683879440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115876480683879440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-night-during-storm-hayden-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115870205508642858</id><published>2006-09-19T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:22:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True American</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/410093.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is Hayden's version of the Pledge of Allegiance.  He especially likes the invisible part.  At one point, he decides to do the pledge to the AWANA flag, but apparently changes his mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115870205508642858?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115870205508642858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115870205508642858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115870205508642858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115870205508642858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-american.html' title='A True American'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115870205443267983</id><published>2006-09-19T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:24:22.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Beautiful Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/410089.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rescue is Hayden's newest song he loves.  I love hearing him sing to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115870205443267983?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115870205443267983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115870205443267983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115870205443267983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115870205443267983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-beautiful-song.html' title='Another Beautiful Song'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115863123962690710</id><published>2006-09-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:58:12.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time they were an angry man.  Then, he wanted to bite people.  Even he wanted to bite, bite, bite, bite, bite people.  He didn’t want to obey his mom.  And even I will obey.  And even he had a broken foot.  He pulled the wack off.  Then, it was covered in bleed and he liked that.  Then, he was scary at people.  He wanted to marker people.  He wanted to put eyeballs on people.  And even this other guy’s name was Anson.  Then, there were another guy named Hayden.  And Hayden tickled Anson and even he tickled right now!  (Hayden starts tickling Anson).  He wanted to stand on people.  He wanted to stand on Anson right now.  And, he wants to jump on people…like right now.  And even he wants to kick people…right now.  Then he wanted to punch people…right now.  And even he putted a ball on people.  Then it splode at people.  Then, it was hanging in his super box.  And even it was flying.  And even when he was flying, and he grabbed a wash rag, and he was letting it pull and he letted go.  And then he fell down.  Then, he runned in to get Anson.  Then, he said, “Oh snap.” Because he looked like he was going to punch some people.  Then he looked like he was going to tickle people.  And even there was a bear that was going to step on Anson…and a monkey was going to step on him and poop on him.  Then, an elephant wanted to eat him.  Right now.  Then, he wanted to hook people up.  Then he wanted to throw people with a key.  And even he wanted to pull his ear off.  Then, he wanted to pull his eyeball out.  And even, he said, “Pizza, pizza, pizza, ya-ya-yeah, get your rock on.”  And then he was skating with a skateboard and then he did a split.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115863123962690710?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115863123962690710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115863123962690710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115863123962690710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115863123962690710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-snap.html' title='Oh Snap'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115802595233171072</id><published>2006-09-11T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:52:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Letter C Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/cat%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/cat%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once there’s a cat man.  There’s a guy with candy.  And a guy with cotton balls.  They were kicking the trash can.  Then they were kicking the door.  They were ripping their house.  And punching their boogers.  They were punching their eyelashes.  And punching their eyes out.  And they punched their eyelids.  They said, “Yes sir.”  They went that way.  Yes ma’am.  Then they went jumping up.  They were creepy.  They were evil.  They would kick.  They comed to California.  Someone put them evil.  They went to a swimming pool, jumped off the diving board and did a cannon ball.  Cockadoodle do.  They said, “cluck, cluck, cluck.”  Then they pulled their hair off.  Then they did this (growl) and said, “I’m angry at you.  I’m going to punch you to my house.”  Then they wanted to dance.  (Hayden does some dancing.)  Then they were kicking wet wipes.  Then they did a diamond.  That’s all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115802595233171072?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115802595233171072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115802595233171072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115802595233171072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115802595233171072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/haydens-letter-c-story.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Letter C Story'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115768000005903735</id><published>2006-09-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:53:18.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/405913.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more precious than hearing your child, playing around the house singing to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115768000005903735?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115768000005903735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115768000005903735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115768000005903735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115768000005903735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115767967179884438</id><published>2006-09-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:51:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time they were a little boy named T.  Then there was a friend called P.  And his udder friend was named D.  Then his other one was called A…and then a M.  Then, they went to a tree house.  He runned to his mom.  His name was Rainbow Man.  Rainbow Man was there.  Rainbow Man bonked his head on a couch.  Then his other friend was called:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/405911.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and he was like, “I broke an eyeball.”  An then he wooked like this (closes eyes and walks around like he is blind.)  Then he fell over.  Then he said, “Ble.”  He threw up.  Someone cut his head.  Someone cut his flowers.  And his dog was named Homey.  And then the guy was sleeping.  The T was sleeping.  Then the number P was bad.  Know why?  Because he steals puppies.  Then, he cut his puppy and put it in soup.  Then a dinosaur ate him.  Then the dog climbed out of his mouth and got back to his friend.  Then, the person was trying to snow board.  He twist and kick and put his knee up and looked like a ball roll.  M and T were dead.  Now someone turned P into happy, so P saved M and T’s life.  He saved his life.  Then, he made a new friend.  It was another M friend.  He bonked his head again.  Then he threw up.  Then he punched his head in the face.  Then someone turned him into a kitty.  He said, “meow, meow” and bonked his head with a screw driver.  The End.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115767967179884438?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115767967179884438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115767967179884438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115767967179884438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115767967179884438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/09/letter-friends.html' title='Letter Friends'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115646935144316596</id><published>2006-08-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:36:51.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodlebugs and Boo-boo-boo-boo-doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/401628.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is my doodlebug song.  Today I learned the letter mustache.  (lots of laughing).  I learned the letter D.  D says du du du du du.  Doodlebug starts with D.  Dozen.  Dumb Dad.  I’m not going to say that.  I’m just telling you.  Dog.  Dots.  Dumb Barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been sick a long, long time.  She takes water.  She takes medicine.  She feels not fine.&lt;br /&gt;She is sick right now.  She got some medicine from Dr. Rusty’s.  She’s going to be the best.  I pray for God to pray for mom to do her hard job.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115646935144316596?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115646935144316596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115646935144316596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115646935144316596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115646935144316596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/08/doodlebugs-and-boo-boo-boo-boo-doodles.html' title='Doodlebugs and Boo-boo-boo-boo-doodles'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115625940924299252</id><published>2006-08-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T08:10:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to you by the letter M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/m%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/m%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was an M and a motorcycle.  Then, this guy was so happy.  Then he goed and did this trick on his motorcycle.  Then, he always jumped onto the table.  When he was taking a nap and it was day time, he was going to get his skate board.  He did the splits.  Then, he put the skateboard in a garage sale.  He was stuck.  He was like a weirdo.  Then he always goed and played the baseball game.  When he always do that, he just don’t forget his tickets.  Cause the guy will say, “Who gived you a ticket?”  I hate tickets.  Then he did this to that guy, Na, na, na, na, boo boo.  Then there was a baby and when he touched the baby, the bad guy died.  He got in a fire.  He always did it again and again and again and again.  He did it 100 times and 1000 times.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the number M.  I know a M song.  Hello today sir, hello today sir, every day every day sir, every day, what do you do?  Every day, M always takes a nap, yes sir, every day.  Every day, every shade, every shadow, every shadow, SHADOW.  Every body do the M dance, jump, jump, jump, jump, when you have a sick-a-sick-a day, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what do you do?  MOTORCYCLE!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M says Mu-Mu-Mu.  The number M sneaked into the bedroom.  He was going to tell his mom something.  He was looking at her chair.  He was a secret agent.  Meow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115625940924299252?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115625940924299252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115625940924299252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115625940924299252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115625940924299252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/08/brought-to-you-by-letter-m.html' title='Brought to you by the letter M'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115587319777670200</id><published>2006-08-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:54:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to you by Freestyle and the Letter S</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a snurfboard guy who doed this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was some free style.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was a super clip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That was a duper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/sb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/sb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That was a split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a snurfboarding race.  The guy did a freestyle and there was a marching eyeball.  They did a trick.  Hayden winned.  He was skating and snowboarding.  Hayden jumped right on a guy’s neck and pulled him down.  He pushed him down to the ground.  Then, he did a super trick.  He got a present.  He got a gold medal and a trophy and 100 bucks and 100 money.  A guy was going to knock into him, but Hayden punched him in the face.  Then he did this (acts like a ninja), he grabbed him down, then he was squishing his neck…then he threw him in the trash.  Then he was having a birthday party.  Then he got his head punched.  Then he was a scary monster.  Then the scary monster kicked the bad guy out.  He had a lot of comments.  He kicked one out of the computer.  Then, he had a band, like this (neer, neer, neer).  Then he marched.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned S.  S is for lettuce (no matter how many times I tell him lettuce does NOT start with S, he insists.).  S is for super hero.  S is for snake.  S is for salad.  S is for super, super, super.  S is for super socks.  M is for marching lips.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115587319777670200?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115587319777670200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115587319777670200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115587319777670200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115587319777670200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/08/brought-to-you-by-freestyle-and-letter.html' title='Brought to you by Freestyle and the Letter S'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115438887638228168</id><published>2006-07-31T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:34:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Juan%20and%20Jose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Juan%20and%20Jose.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Juan" and "Jose" teach you to count to ten in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115438887638228168?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115438887638228168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115438887638228168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115438887638228168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115438887638228168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115403571742631013</id><published>2006-07-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:28:37.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dread Pirate Hayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/pirate%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/pirate%20004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/pirate%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/pirate%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/pirate%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/pirate%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hayden is my costume kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, he puts one on.  He wears them everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have spent countless hours making him lots of fun, nice looking costumes (of actual super heroes and animals)…and even though…people have purchased him very expensive and wonderful costumes, Hayden’s favorites are the ones he makes himself…or mixing and matching the nice Fire Man’s jacket with Indian pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was a pirate. In case you did not know, pirates wear bandanas with Spider Man on them, eye patches (actually the belt to his ninja turtle costume), utility belts  that double as sword holders, and they have drum stick swords.   Today at Target, innocent shoppers were startled by Hayden saying, “Aarrgh” as he walked up next to them in the aisle.  I think I said, “Sorry” about 15 times in that one trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also greeted people with a friendly,  “What’s up, Matey” and shouted, “Aaargh…buried treasure” as he pointed to merchandise in the store.    Funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never quite sure what planet this child is living on at any given moment.  He is so weird.  He says the most bizarre things…and acts like we are the crazy ones for not understanding what he is talking about.    On the way to Target, he was VERY FRUSTRATED with me because I did not know what black box things that you sing out of are called.  He kept saying he had those things on his knees.  He would say, “Mom, I’ve got those…you know those things that are black, and a box and a square and you sing out of um?  Know dose things?  I’ve got those on my knees.”  I would say, “No, Hayden, sorry…I really don’t know what you are talking about.”  He thinks if you don’t know exactly what he’s talking about, it means you don’t believe him.  I kept assuring him that even though I did not know what he was talking about, he could still have those things on his knees if he wanted…this did not work or pacify him AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out, after a very lengthy interrogation that had both of us practically in tears, that he was talking about monitors (as in sound equipment).  I thought he was going to jump out of the car he was so irritated with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I EVER think someone had monitors on their knees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you communicate with Hayden in his world, context clues are absolutely NO HELP.  No help, what-so-ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when Aaron came home from work, Hayden of course was waiting for him at the door.  This is what Hayden does.  He waits for Aaron and then immediately attacks him with a million questions and random thoughts.  For those of you who have come over to our house…this has probably happened to you! At one point, during this exhausting welcome, Aaron said, “How was your day, Hayden?”  Hayden said, “Fine.  I didn’t get in no trouble.”  Then Aaron said, “How’s the new dog?”  Hayden very matter-of-factly replied, “He’s not dead, dad.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See…never a predicable moment or word from his mouth!  Hayden keeps us all on our toes!  Our house would be so boring with out this funny, fantastic kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115403571742631013?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115403571742631013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115403571742631013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115403571742631013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115403571742631013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/dread-pirate-hayden.html' title='The Dread Pirate Hayden'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115344535189696196</id><published>2006-07-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:29:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was weird when the dog come and run away from me.  This dog has polka dots.  He has a Japaleen and a diving board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his name is UE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can eat his food and drink his water.  He goes and gets the balls.  Then, you give him the little bones.  I want to talk about Ashton right quick.  Ashton did poop.  Then, he pooped on the floor!  What about if the dog poops outside and he poops on ME?  I want to keep him.  I like him.  He might poop on a fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115344535189696196?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115344535189696196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115344535189696196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115344535189696196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115344535189696196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-was-weird-when-dog-come-and-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115318527300474948</id><published>2006-07-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:41:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big yellow Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h%20blog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h%20blog%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/h%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/h%20blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who went to a tree house.  His name was Hayden.  He had a spider onto a stick.  He made a web.  Then we let him go into the garden.  Then he went away.  The spider went up to a tree house.  Then he rocked a band.  He did this, "neer, neer, neer, neer, neer."  He did a rockin' song like, "neer, neer, neer, neer, neer."  And know what?  They had a million (1,000,000,000) spiders watching.  Then they runned away.  They were called Rockin Band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115318527300474948?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115318527300474948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115318527300474948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115318527300474948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115318527300474948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-yellow-spider.html' title='A big yellow Spider'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115282627648254024</id><published>2006-07-13T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:31:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/popeye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie was about Popeye.  The octopus went a get the mom.  Popeye was strong and he beated the other very big stronger guy.  He beat him up.  The octopus didn’t eat em.  The dad punched the octopus over the mountain.  My favorite part was the octopus.  The octopus got that mom.  There was a strong guy and Popeye and Popeye’s dad and the baby and the mom.  The bad guy put the mom in that thing that looks like a horn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-115282627648254024?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115282627648254024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115282627648254024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115282627648254024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115282627648254024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/popeye-movie-review.html' title='Popeye Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115282528941872562</id><published>2006-07-13T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:15:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Part of the Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Circus%20068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Circus%20068.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"My favorite part of the circus was that bomb thing and the fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom's Note:    "Bomb thing" is the human cannonball.  He loved that even though it scared him.  The "fire" was during the tight rope act.  It caught on fire and the crowd was holding their breath to see if the people made it safely across, even though they had to jump over the fire.  Hayden did not move a muscle or take his eyes off the performers.  Right when they were finished and everyone started clapping, Hayden immediately turned to all of us and said, "That would have been better if that guy had splode up."  He was so disappointed.  Hayden loved the circus.  Today he has asked me about 20 times if we are going again today.  So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115282528941872562?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115282528941872562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115282528941872562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115282528941872562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115282528941872562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-favorite-part-of-circus.html' title='My Favorite Part of the Circus'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115238208882297553</id><published>2006-07-08T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:08:08.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper by the Dozen 2 Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/poster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/poster.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night the kids was going to have a race.  That guy fell down on that thing on his body in the water.  That red guy with the red shirt, he said, “oww.”  The guy who called the girl fairy God mother, that’s my favorite.  I like the girl ones.  They had a race.  And the number one team win.  I want other people a watch it.  I want Cwaire to watch it.  And Charlie and Kirby.  And Jessica.  They will like the part when that girl in the bathroom was helping the make-up girl.  That blue guy called Loraine a very God mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-115238208882297553?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115238208882297553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115238208882297553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115238208882297553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115238208882297553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheaper-by-dozen-2-movie-review.html' title='Cheaper by the Dozen 2 Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115215085608930484</id><published>2006-07-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:54:16.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firework Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/s2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once upon a time there was a firework man.  He shoot out the sky.  He splode.  In the sky, firework man was making those things that have fire on them.  They were all gone.  Those things splode up to the sky.  They were different kind of colors and people thinked about them.  There were bad guys.  The good guys punched them.  There was an iguana.  It eated somebody.  Then he eat a whole tree up.  Then he eated a guy up.  Then he eated Cwaire up.  Then he eated Cassidy.  Then firework man saved them.  He flew in that Iguanna’s mouth and he flew back out.  He called a guy sane in the membrane and a goof ball and he put apple juice on his head.  This guy was strong cause he had some of dees weights.  He was being patient.  He fell on the trash. And he was freaky.  This guy wanted to go to the store.  Then he pooped on himself.  He pooped his pants.  But he was just trying to toot.  And that’s all. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-115215085608930484?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115215085608930484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115215085608930484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115215085608930484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115215085608930484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/07/firework-man.html' title='Firework Man'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115153388955579174</id><published>2006-06-28T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:31:29.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Boy</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a sick boy.  His name was Hayden.  And the little boy he was sick.  He had to go to the doctor.  Someone gives him a shots.  And this boy runned away and he bleeded.  And when he bleeded his bones were almost breaking.  And this guy throwed up.  And this guy went to the hospital again. And this guy went to the hospital again and again and again and again and again.  He got a lot of shots.  He got one million shots.  I think the hospital looks like a cucumber.  And this guy throwed up again.  And when he did that he went to home.  And he said, "Mom, I'm sick."  She checked his fever.  And the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115153388955579174?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115153388955579174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115153388955579174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115153388955579174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115153388955579174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/sick-boy.html' title='Sick Boy'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115137823834486364</id><published>2006-06-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:17:18.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden's Superpowers</title><content type='html'>Hayden came running into the kitchen and called us into the laundry room so that we could witness his amazing superpowers.  Apparently he can make the refrigerator door close by just screaming at it or using his force.  You have to see this to believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/132650/20060626/220705.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115137823834486364?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115137823834486364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115137823834486364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115137823834486364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115137823834486364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/haydens-superpowers.html' title='Hayden&apos;s Superpowers'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115137235379514520</id><published>2006-06-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:39:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again with Humpty Dumpty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty went to town through a storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went in the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fell off a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camera and the horse got pooed on and the guys had to touch them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tee-teed on the guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said, “AHHHHH, AHHHH he put that on me!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Who put poop on me?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The horse did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And Humpty Dumpty went on the tree and fell all over the town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he did that, he got that town all over the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he licked his self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he jumped over the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he was dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he looked a like a star.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked like a 2-mato.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he liked to eat peaches everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got 100 dollars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got to buy more stuff. 100 stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he went old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-115137235379514520?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115137235379514520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115137235379514520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115137235379514520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115137235379514520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/again-with-humpty-dumpty.html' title='Again with Humpty Dumpty'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115116967328528334</id><published>2006-06-24T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:21:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doogal Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/doogal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/doogal.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we eat candy and watched Doogal.  My favorite part was the one where they killed bad guys.  Those guys were killing the bad guys, the skeletons.  We ated bear gums.  The rabbit was my favorite person.  He was doing karate and he beat those skeletons.  I liked this movie.  He needed to get the third dime (diamond) and when he got it, and it fell on the ground and he hit it on the thing, the thing will come back to life.  The whole place will come back with the music.  The dog's friend was sleeping.  She wasn't dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115116967328528334?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115116967328528334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115116967328528334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115116967328528334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115116967328528334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/doogal-movie-review.html' title='Doogal Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115092778484579816</id><published>2006-06-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:10:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374512.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115092778484579816?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115092778484579816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115092778484579816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115092778484579816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115092778484579816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/jesus-loves-me.html' title='Jesus Loves Me'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115085352523608033</id><published>2006-06-20T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:32:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaurs, Sonic and Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I was born I played with my dinosaurs on the ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I went to Sonic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I goed to the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, I went to go to the play house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time there was a tall, green dinosaur.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a big dinosaur.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dinosaur went to go to church again and Sonic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then what happened is he went to see some dinosaurs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to play on the play ground.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dinosaur’s name was Jonathan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked like this (scrunches face and shows his teeth).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They was turtle ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One was named first, one was named second, then third.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played friends with balls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dinosaur gets a guy and throws him in the grass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he did that, he drawed on himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, he went to sonic, like me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like a tattoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got a cherry limeade and a tattoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then…that’s all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-115085352523608033?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115085352523608033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115085352523608033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115085352523608033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115085352523608033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/dinosaurs-sonic-and-tattoos.html' title='Dinosaurs, Sonic and Tattoos'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115057267735159979</id><published>2006-06-17T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:41:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/64.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I love him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I adore him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I adore him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is very good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s my buddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love to play the x-box with daddy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Story About My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Once upon a time there was a dad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He flushed down the toilet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There wasn’t water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was dirt with june bugs in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He flyed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was Super Daddy and he throwed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Super Hayden comes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a remote control sandwich guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and the Super Dad went to shoot bad guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Super Daddy looked like green man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an army man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His face was like this (very serious with punching motions).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Super Dad went on a sandwich rider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27991085-115057267735159979?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115057267735159979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115057267735159979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115057267735159979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115057267735159979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/super-daddy.html' title='Super Daddy!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115039847182687757</id><published>2006-06-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:07:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/rock%20paper%20scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/rock%20paper%20scissors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden's new love is playing "Mark, paper, scissors."  Anyone want to play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115039847182687757?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115039847182687757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115039847182687757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115039847182687757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115039847182687757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-game.html' title='New Game'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115024617085473717</id><published>2006-06-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:49:30.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny McPhee Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/Nanny%20McPhee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/Nanny%20McPhee.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we watched a cool show called Nanny Fee.   I didn't like it.  The girl person with the magic stick told the boys to go to bed.  I didn't like that part.  All the persons were jumping on food and stirring food.  They were saying, "Jumping, jumping, jumping."  I loved the person who was Nanny Fee.  She did magic things with her stick.  She would turn stuff yellow.  My favorite part was when those guys were getting on the salad and jumping.  I think other peoples can watch it.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115024617085473717?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115024617085473717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115024617085473717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115024617085473717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115024617085473717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/nanny-mcphee-movie-review.html' title='Nanny McPhee Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-115021091065672288</id><published>2006-06-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:06:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirby and Charlie and David and Goliath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;One upon a time there was a little boy, went to a park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw a tree and a horse and different kind of colors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, he went to a fun place called Chinese Food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, he gets to get four comics (Hayden means comments).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, he gets to get three, ten comics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had five little stones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One little stone went in a sling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, David was small.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want Charlie to have a rope.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want Kirby to have a fire man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played with all their friends at the cowboy race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somebody losed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charlie and Kirby winned the race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone else losed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They get popsicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone gets popsicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy was on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got them away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a cowboy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His eye had a “pie-chach” (Hayden means eye patch).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had an evil eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had ketchup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-115021091065672288?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/115021091065672288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=115021091065672288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115021091065672288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/115021091065672288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/kirby-and-charlie-and-david-and.html' title='Kirby and Charlie and David and Goliath'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114942600906130668</id><published>2006-06-04T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:01:57.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Boy!  Not a Shirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am going to try and put this hysterical story into words.  If you are not laughing by the end, I will have failed.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Hayden came into our room crying.  He was SO SCARED he was shaking and could hardly speak.  This was the second time Hayden had come into our room that night.  The first time, he was upset about something, but Aaron was still working on the stage at the church...and I had taken some Benadryl...so I don't really remember what the problem was...I just solved it by telling him he could sleep with me until Aaron got home.  BAD DECISION for me.  Hayden totally took advantage of me being under the influence of Benadryl.  Even that wonderful medication could NOT drown out the fact that sleeping with Hayden is like sleeping with a team of River Dancers.  It was insane.  I mention that because even in his state of terror, putting him back in our bed was not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Aaron takes Hayden back down to his room.  Hayden is so upset.  He can't even tell Aaron what the dream was about.  Being the sweetest Daddy in the world (and succumbing to Hayden's other super power...he's so dang cute) Aaron decides to sleep with Hayden.  This works out well since Aaron could sleep with River Dancers doing their routine ON his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Hayden comes into the kitchen and the first thing he says to me is, "Mom, I had such a bad dream last night."  He was already crying and needing me to hold him.  I sat down, put him in my lap...and said, "I know, Hayden.  I'm so sorry.  What was your dream about?"  He proceeds to tell me, with tears in his eyes, holding on tightly to me, lip quivering (obviously still very disturbed about his dream)...he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was taking off my shirt, and it got stuck on my head.  I couldn't get it off.  You couldn't see my head no more.  And then, this person walked by me.  He didn't know I was a boy.  He thought I was a shirt.  So, he picked me up and put me in a bag.  And he ZIPPED ME UP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held him tight to my chest...so he wouldn't see me trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even his nightmares are normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114942600906130668?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114942600906130668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114942600906130668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114942600906130668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114942600906130668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-boy-not-shirt.html' title='I&apos;m a Boy!  Not a Shirt!'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114883992037821304</id><published>2006-05-28T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:12:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden Counts to 10 in Spanish...sort of</title><content type='html'>Uno&lt;br /&gt;Gose&lt;br /&gt;Bress&lt;br /&gt;Cuanko&lt;br /&gt;Cinco&lt;br /&gt;Seis&lt;br /&gt;Flay-Flay&lt;br /&gt;Say-Say&lt;br /&gt;Ankay&lt;br /&gt;Fiekay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing what kids can learn from Dora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114883992037821304?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114883992037821304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114883992037821304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114883992037821304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114883992037821304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/hayden-counts-to-10-in-spanishsort-of.html' title='Hayden Counts to 10 in Spanish...sort of'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114851738743802066</id><published>2006-05-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:36:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE Group Reunion...kind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(hysterical laughter for a very long time)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little bitty lady bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lady bug flew down to a drain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she did that she was on Brooke’s lap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brooke sploded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After she did that, she broke her collar bone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had to go to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got her a shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was bleeding and sploding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matt Graham and D.O. and Claire and Jessica and that’s all, they go to the hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This little guy was sitting on his lap and he needed to go tee-tee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to go tee-tee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Hayden goes tee-tee).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was sitting on his lap and he jumped by a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He jumped right by a tree again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy looked creepy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had different colors cause he was freaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114851738743802066?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114851738743802066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114851738743802066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114851738743802066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114851738743802066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/hope-group-reunionkind-of.html' title='HOPE Group Reunion...kind of'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114832046849780792</id><published>2006-05-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:54:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time this guy was playing snurfboarding and snowboarding and playing Shrek 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, his name was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was doing that and I was all done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I did that I loved you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I did that, I said I adore you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, when I did that, you were cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I did that, you were wonderful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, I did that and you were crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy got on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sploded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;guy was in sand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy was Mr. Crab.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patrick said, “Ah Tartar Sauce.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “What did you say?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Weird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said it weird.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did that laugh like this…(Hayden does hysterical laughter).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy just sprayed in his eye ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he did that, he catched a lizard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then when he did that he catched a snake and a doodlebug and a trantchula and a centipede and some lizards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114832046849780792?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114832046849780792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114832046849780792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114832046849780792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114832046849780792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114817746336491808</id><published>2006-05-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:11:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallace and Gromit Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/wallace.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/wallace.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night we watched a bunny movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved the bunny that says, “Cheese.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That bunny hopped and he said, “Cheese.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this bunny was big.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That guy sucked all the bunnies up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That guy turned into a big bunny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He crashed into a floor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned into a man and he was naked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That dog was trying to chase that other dog onto the white airplane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He crashed into that blue one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It goed, “Shhhooooo” and it fell down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when he did that, he sucked up a bunny and the bunny said, “Cheese” and “what the”.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said, “What is the matter with me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, that bunny was freaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mouth was doing like this (Hayden demonstrates eating something).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was creepy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite character was the big bunny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t like that part when that dog’s face was like (Hayden looks alarmed).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think someone else can watch that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &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/27991085-114817746336491808?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114817746336491808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114817746336491808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114817746336491808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114817746336491808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/wallace-and-gromit-movie-review.html' title='Wallace and Gromit Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114791862961151428</id><published>2006-05-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:17:09.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Distracted by Sonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time…and you’ve never seen this one before…hmmm…let me thank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me thank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking. Hmmmm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh…this guy had a gun and his name was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a real gun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was shooting out bullets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was shooting thousands of bullets and one million and one hundred 99.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were TV bullets and cone bullets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, ice cream cones and popsicles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are not bullets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me thank.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hey, I got medium root beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anson got cherry limeade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had sprite cause I was eating my cherry all gone…but not squash…and not zucchini.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, spaghetti.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, apple and punkin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There was this little bity ant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was up, up, up a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes “uh, uh, uh.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was all the way in his home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned into a big ant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was splode up into a tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes, “Raaaaaaaa, pa-foo.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he did that, he had 1 million, 6 bullets and 1 hundred 99.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he had 100.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And 1 million thousand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he was doing the best in keeping up to the rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was trying to play with his friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ant was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was laying down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was trying to be boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he turned into a caterpillar and got put on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114791862961151428?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114791862961151428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114791862961151428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114791862961151428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114791862961151428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-distracted-by-sonic.html' title='A Little Distracted by Sonic'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114771661522137079</id><published>2006-05-15T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:10:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frigerator</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a monster.  He was a ball.  He didn't go up a tree house.  He made a tree house splode up.  It brewk and brewk and brewk.  He looked like an angry person.  He was green.  He turned into blue and green and red and blue and black and orange and pink and red and light blue and dark blue.  He put the tea out.  He poured it into the frigerator.  It had an A on it and it turned into a frog.  When he did that, he bonked hisself.  When he did that, he got a alligator on his head.  Then it went off of his head.  Then he went in the water and put it on fire.  Then a person put him in the frigerator.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114771661522137079?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114771661522137079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114771661522137079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114771661522137079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114771661522137079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/frigerator.html' title='Frigerator'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114770862067576796</id><published>2006-05-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:57:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodwinked Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/hoodwinked.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/320/hoodwinked.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The udder day we was watching Hoodwinked.  We were watching the show, and we had popcorn because I was hungry.  I wanted more popcorn, and I wanted an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the movie those guys were trying to get those bad guys.  Granny was rolling a lot of balls off her arms, and she was making the guys fell like this (lots of acting out).  That was a funny part.  They got back up and didn't die.  Riding Hood was helping um.  She had a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite person is Granny because she is the fastest on the snow board race.  She can even hit all those persons.  She's good.  The wolf was being granny, but his mouth wasn't talking.  Granny said "Fa-shizzle."  That guy was trying to block her when that rockin' song was on and she said "Fa-shizzle."  I think she's cool cause she blocks all those snowboarding persons.  My grandma needs to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114770862067576796?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114770862067576796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114770862067576796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114770862067576796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114770862067576796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoodwinked-movie-review.html' title='Hoodwinked Movie Review'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114757336960682571</id><published>2006-05-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:22:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of dose</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a little boy who went to a tree house. He was Danny. He eat lunch. He went outside and saw baby ducks. He didn't right now cause he was busy. He fell down and go to the hospital. They put water and you know dose little bandages and dose little shots...you know um? They put some of dose in him. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27991085-114757336960682571?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114757336960682571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114757336960682571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114757336960682571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114757336960682571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-of-dose_13.html' title='Some of dose'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744722079653491</id><published>2006-05-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:20:20.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little lady bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was in the potty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy was huge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy was little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he just turned into big.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a puter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a transformer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned into a kid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name is Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lilo and Stitch was a bug and stitch was a bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lilo was a bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lady bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stitch was an ant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He bits ya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned into a pirate and he said, “Aaargh Mateys.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a transformer and it goed invisible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a puter (this is what Hayden calls a computer).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He put some fire on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just scraped and punched it and he blowed it out with water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had a little way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a little one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was having a little way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wanted to find a transformer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just was having a little part of a little Scooby Do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was having his little way and I was having my little way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He put out fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he just went a little way and the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, he poured out fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744722079653491?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744722079653491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744722079653491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744722079653491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744722079653491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-10-2006.html' title='May 10, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744720208660689</id><published>2006-05-12T08:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:20:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 8, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy and he had a lady bug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His name was Hayden and Anson, and Ashton and Danny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because he loved lady bugs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reese went to a hospital.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somebody squirt blood out of Reese’s eyeball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then put a shot and a little more fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He catched it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He put it in his eyeball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, a little ant was going fishing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to a little water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tried to get out and eat me and bite me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And this guy squirt blood out of my eye ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we had those and they put a shot in my foot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I was like, “Aggghhhhh sick.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had little way we could go fishing again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned into a strawberry and a blueberry and a banana and a cheese and racaroni and salt and pepper and sugar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I poked myself in the head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had my little way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And dad was there and you and Anson and I was just trying to poop in the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going swimming with a boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t get my clothes all wet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just want to have my little way with a chocolate factory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a phone and I was calling somebody and the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744720208660689?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744720208660689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744720208660689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744720208660689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744720208660689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-8-2006.html' title='May 8, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744716790197435</id><published>2006-05-12T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:19:27.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 26, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time a skateboard guy was doing a wet willy, and he did a back willy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was in the swimming pool with his skate board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned his skateboard into a boat on a river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he turned it into a sheep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did action.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bad guy was getting him and he got his power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was very brave to himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was trying to watch tv and hear his music and see his grandma and popi and die for his sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got back up and somebody got him and let him be alive and do skate board tricks and another wet willy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goed into his scooter and his name was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he can ride his scooter by himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody can teach him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goes back home and he takes to-ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got back on his scooter and ride it to church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a strawberry now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And blueberries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he turned into a monkey, a gorilla, an elephant, a lion, a tiger and this was very silly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got a key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he never got dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he never got dead of a bad guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saved a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her name was Jessica.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were playing with costumes at home when mom and dad were going to a place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tooked a nap and watched a show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We never died, never ever again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He freezed the bad guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now he got power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody can even get him or nobody can even get him cause he’s very fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very, very fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(At this point I said, “Hayden, are we at the end?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Nah.”)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he was brave into himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He locked himself and he never never get dead, cause he was locked and he turned into a horse named Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saved a horse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He never died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The horse didn’t end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he wasn’t brave.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That time he was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was playing the computer and he get back on his skate board and bike and his motorcycle and his scooter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was playing his video game and he never did die ever again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744716790197435?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744716790197435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744716790197435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744716790197435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744716790197435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-26-2006.html' title='April 26, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744714850794414</id><published>2006-05-12T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:19:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 12, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy and he had a skate board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was on a rolling pin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He rode on the garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He really rode on the garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom said, “Boy, don’t even roll on my plants.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The child obeyed his parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was doing the best.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did not make himself pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, he rode his skate board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got off the rolling pin and got on a skate board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did one of his nother skate board tricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boy said, “Mommy, let’s don’t be family.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made his mommy sad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fixed her and put medicine in her and she feeled all better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, she was a strawberry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And a blueberry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And super man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she was still a mommy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the boy was still doing his skate board tricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He jumped off of his skate board and went back on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did the best of all the rats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a rat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned into a rat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he said, “Family, please, we can’t be children.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744714850794414?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744714850794414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744714850794414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744714850794414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744714850794414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-12-2006.html' title='April 12, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744712361379363</id><published>2006-05-12T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:18:43.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 27, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a doodle-bug and there was a lot of caterpillars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little strawberry that came to a tree house and it didn’t go to the caterpillars and pick them up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little boy named Hayden he saw a little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was Dawn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were catching the little caterpillars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a skateboard and a skateboard guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was riding on it and driving on it and did tricks on it…he did a teeny-tiny mo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a skateboard trick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was going to the caterpillars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was doing a trick like this (this is where Hayden started doing some tricks…sorry…you all have to miss it.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The skateboard guy did a whaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he did a duper cool whaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he did a t-me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744712361379363?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744712361379363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744712361379363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744712361379363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744712361379363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-27-2006.html' title='March 27, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744710158454174</id><published>2006-05-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:18:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy that didn’t come to a tree house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He eat breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He eat lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got done eating his food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He washed his hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then go to a tree house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is food in his tree house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He drank orange juice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was trying to get something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goed down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was getting a skate board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ride on his skate board and do tricks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744710158454174?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744710158454174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744710158454174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744710158454174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744710158454174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-23-2006.html' title='March 23, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744708020685592</id><published>2006-05-12T08:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:18:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who comed to a tree house and he falled down and bonked his head and ate some strawberries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His Daddy was up there and Anson was up there and I was up there and I was close to the wood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t obey Daddy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a cat climbing up the tree house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a dog climbing up a tree house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little boy and a little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little Daddy and a little Mommy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all fell down and bleed on their arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they breaked a bone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744708020685592?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744708020685592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744708020685592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744708020685592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744708020685592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-20-2006.html' title='March 20, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744705985889656</id><published>2006-05-12T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:17:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a strawberry and a blueberry and a red berry and they walked to Bunga’s house and drived on a skate board and watched a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was toy story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the first one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played a game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They played Star Wars Episode Three.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I got a dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sleeping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dream was about Danny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little girls walking to HEB, going to get some food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they went to Wal-Mart to get some Star Wars guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boy and the girl went to Wal-Mart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their names were Hayden and Mommy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we go back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744705985889656?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744705985889656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744705985889656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744705985889656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744705985889656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-15-2006.html' title='March 15, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744704068839830</id><published>2006-05-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:17:20.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy and his name was Hayden.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw a big dinosaur and a snake and a monkey and another dinosaur.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three dinosaurs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sawed a sand monster and I killed him with my special power.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My power was rocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744704068839830?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744704068839830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744704068839830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744704068839830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744704068839830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/march-1-2006.html' title='March 1, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744701705861678</id><published>2006-05-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:16:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 22, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who climbed in the tree house and a fort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there was a blueberry and a strawberry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were best friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re favorite thing to play was toys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there was a doodlebug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was in a town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was Bungatown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bunga said, “I love poop.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744701705861678?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744701705861678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744701705861678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744701705861678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744701705861678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-22-2006.html' title='February 22, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744694493765676</id><published>2006-05-12T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:15:44.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 20, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a bat man and a superhero and a blueberry and a strawberry and they went in a tunnel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A doodlebug goed to church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was an eyeball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An eyeball went in daddy’s mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somebody was small and somebody climbed in mommy’s mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lip was crawling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mommy saw the lip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lip ate my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And a dinosaur ate her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744694493765676?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744694493765676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744694493765676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744694493765676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744694493765676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-20-2006.html' title='February 20, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744692584155943</id><published>2006-05-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:15:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 17, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who would eat oatmeal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He poured the oatmeal on his t-t and his poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He snapped his finger (demonstration).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He flushed the potty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He goed poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A doodlebug went in the potty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He flushed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doodlebug died.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bad guy went to his mother with her grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a little boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bad guy was Ashton.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744692584155943?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744692584155943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744692584155943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744692584155943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744692584155943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-17-2006.html' title='February 17, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744690170011930</id><published>2006-05-12T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:15:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 16, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a princess and a queen and a king and the fruit of the Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The king went to Texas and he broke his self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He felled on the rocks and hurt himself and he bleed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The witch made the King all better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She put some of her medicine on him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was pink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744690170011930?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744690170011930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744690170011930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744690170011930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744690170011930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-16-2006.html' title='February 16, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744688652919544</id><published>2006-05-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:14:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 8, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy come to play house with a basket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He put it on his face with his fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fruit went on his face with his grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matt Graham explode up. The grandma with her basket she throwed it outside and Anson went in the basket with her mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She throwed Anson in the back yard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got scratched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She went to Matt Graham and she went to her mother and grandma’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that’s the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744688652919544?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744688652919544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744688652919544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744688652919544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744688652919544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-8-2006_12.html' title='February 8, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744683668284852</id><published>2006-05-12T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:13:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 8, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy come to play house with a basket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He put it on his face with his fruit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fruit went on his face with his grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matt Graham explode up. The grandma with her basket she throwed it outside and Anson went in the basket with her mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She throwed Anson in the back yard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got scratched.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She went to Matt Graham and she went to her mother and grandma’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that’s the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744683668284852?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744683668284852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744683668284852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744683668284852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744683668284852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-8-2006.html' title='February 8, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744681079660910</id><published>2006-05-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:13:30.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 3, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time, a little boy come to a park and he got a bicycle and ride it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t share.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he got mad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He take toys out of someone’s hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reese was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went to his mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, he didn’t even take something out of their hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was happy to see his mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw fruit on a bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he went to his grandma and popi’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He taked an airplane out of his hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He taked a flashlight out of someone’s hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was dark outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sawed a moth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A moth got on the boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It didn’t bite him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was his best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744681079660910?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744681079660910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744681079660910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744681079660910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744681079660910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-3-2006.html' title='February 3, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27991085.post-114744679377318542</id><published>2006-05-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:13:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Once upon a time a boy went to a tunnel.  He found some fruit.  He found some oatmeal.  And he went to his grandma's house.  He went to his mommy's house too.  Ashton is his name.  He found some mail.  There was a prize in it.  He went to an ice cream truck.  He got some ice cream and balloons.  He went back to the tunnel, but he took his grandma.  There was a computer in the tunnel.  And a kitchen.  They played toys in the tunnel.  He bonked his head on the floor. He found his mother.  She would make it better.  And she bonked her head.  But she gave him a kiss.  She found a drink for him.  The boy found a ninja turtle.  He found a hot wheel car.  The End.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/27991085-114744679377318542?l=allthingshayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/feeds/114744679377318542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27991085&amp;postID=114744679377318542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744679377318542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27991085/posts/default/114744679377318542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthingshayden.blogspot.com/2006/05/february-2-2006.html' title='February 2, 2006'/><author><name>Hendrick Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/TCJ3cSeYw1I/AAAAAAAAEfs/RcpM4J0KXzQ/S220/us+two+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
