<?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-29761740</id><updated>2011-12-07T12:30:12.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According to Ashton</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-4959664012666217551</id><published>2009-10-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:19:45.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title:  Aliens Go Away in the Dark Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a man that was only 20 years old.  Robin is his name. He wanted to go in space with his little buddies.  He had 15.  He an alien dog.  He had a peanut person.  He had a person named Blob.  He had a person that was a fork.  He had fifteen pets.  They were Picachu, Meowth, Grogon, and Richu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin was in space in a rocket.  He saw yellow planets.  He saw green bullets.  They were chasing after him.  He was watching out.  One was going right after him.  It went right close to him.  Then finally the people thought it was going to hit him, but it wasn't.  He went right up on top of it and saw bad aliens who were the boss of the other aliens.  He was scared he was going to knock into one and hurt his self.  But, he didn't.  The alien was floating in space.  Robin almost ran into the boss.  He actually did.  He was floating in space.  All the aliens were floating in space.  He accidentally went to a different planet.  It was dark and spooky.  He saw aliens on these going after him.  He was really scared that he was going to get old by doing this.  He was really scared.  The aliens turned into weird men.  They lived happily ever after.   The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-4959664012666217551?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/4959664012666217551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=4959664012666217551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4959664012666217551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4959664012666217551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2009/10/title-aliens-go-away-in-dark-time-once.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-4394681390448233499</id><published>2009-09-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:27:40.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title:  People Running Away from Lions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a little person who was named Eric.  He was 15 years old.  He could have a car.  He had a dad named Caleb.  They were going on an adventure.  Eric was scared when they were there.  He was scared because they were right by bushes.  They heard a roar.  His dad said, "That might be a lion."  It was.  There were three lions that were chasing after them.  They were scared and so they jumped in the car and tried to go away.  But they couldn't because the lions were too fast.  They saw a person who was dead in the ground.  They buried him up.  They digged and they saw bones.   They got one of the bones whacked the lions in the head and said, "Help" and an Indian came and shot the three lions in the heart and they died.  They went back home.  Eric was really scared.  He did not want to go there ever again.  Then they went to a desert.  He wasn't happy at all.  They were walking a long time and got hungry and sweaty and almost got old.  They were really sick.  So, they had to get in their car really fast and never went there ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they lived happily ever after back home.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-4394681390448233499?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/4394681390448233499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=4394681390448233499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4394681390448233499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4394681390448233499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2009/09/title-people-running-away-from-lions.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-1496353747883032947</id><published>2009-09-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:44:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time they were a grown up and his name was Charlie.  He had three kids named Jacob, Solomon and Isaac.  The dad said, "We're going on an adventure."  Their adventure had hills, trees, rocks.  They were going and they saw a mean alligator in a lake.  It was very mean and had sharp teeth.  It was very mean that it almost ate someone.  There was a bridge that Mr. Charlie could go across.  They had to go back home because it was too freaky and the kids almost cried.  They went back home and they asked their mom if they could ride their bike and she said yes.  They said, "Hurray!"  One of the kids fell off their bike and they got hurt.  The dad had to hold him.  The three kids were only 4 and 3 and 6.  After they grew up then they were 8 and 9 and 15.  One could have a car but the other two couldn't because they were not 13.  And the third one could watch PG 13 movies.  They were very happy.  They could have Mike and Mikes.  They ate lunch.  They ate some soup and one ate a sandwich.  The others ate some spaghetti.  After they got done with lunch, it was almost five o'clock.  Their mom said, "you can go jump on the trampoline or ride your bike again."  They said they wanted to jump on the bouncy trampoline.  Then they had a farm.  They were going to go feed the animals and the kids fed the pigs some vegetables.  One kid hold a grape out and one pig came up to him and ate it off and it bited his hand.  He said, "Ow!"  He was very funny.  They got the eggs from the chickens and they were making eggs.  They were going in their house and playing upstairs.  They had cool toys.  One dressed up.  They had one baby named Kaylyn.  For lunch she ate carrots.  She had to go to bed.  The next morning they lived happily ever after.  The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-1496353747883032947?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/1496353747883032947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=1496353747883032947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/1496353747883032947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/1496353747883032947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-upon-time-they-were-grown-up-and.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-1168196579017686201</id><published>2009-08-28T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:36:55.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; THE CLOUDS WERE BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BY ASHTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time they were a man with brown hair who went outside and he thought it was Spring, but it was Summer.  He went outside and thought it was going to be cold, but it was hot so he knew that it was summer.  He saw a man with a strawberry icecream cone.  He saw a baby monkey who was on a tree.  It was cussing at him.  He said, “Stop it, Monkey.  You are cussing.  God doesn’t want you to cuss.”  Then, he saw  a grilla and he went to the zoo and found a quarter on the sidewalk and saw a shooting star and then he wished he had lots of stuff and super powers.  Then he wished that it would come true but it didn’t.  Then he saw someone who wished it and then it came true for them.  Then he saw a spotted dog, and he thought it was his dog since it was just like his dog then he was wanting to buy a cat but he found a dog and then he stole a dog and never knew whose it was.   Then he went to jail.    He got out.  Then the police says, “Never do something wrong.”  He said, “Yes.”  Then the sun came out and he was playing outside.  His beautiful wife was getting tan on the trampoline.  He had three kids.  Their names were Jacob, Sam and Kaylyn.  They had two boys and one girl.  They had a baby that was named Kay.  They was playing on the bouncy trampoline, and thought it was fun and played smack down.  Then they asked their mom if they could have a piece of gum.  Their mom said yes.  They were so excited because they were going on an adventure to Thailand.  Then they went off and went on a white airplane with three windows.  The front was black and it had gray wings.  Then, they landed off.  Stuff was very cool there.  There were frogs, snakes and lots of animals.  Then they went back home.  Their dad said, “Was that fun” to the kids and the kids said, “Yes.”  They were very excited because they were going to go swimming and they were very cool because they thought they were cool and good at drawing and they wore cool shirts.  They loved muscle shirts and blue jeans because their dad said they could climb up a tree, but they could not get down and their dad helped them down.  One kid cried because he fell off and landed on the dirt.  He got a crack on his eye.  He got hurt on his leg.  When he was going to sleep he fell off the bed and broke his collar bone.  His dad took him to the hospital, but the doctors said, “You are very fine, but you have to have a thing on you.”  They gave him the thing and the doctor said Bye and the kid said bye.  He got a sticker from the doctor and it was a sticker of a doctor and he was excited because he was wanting to watch a show.  His one brother and one sister woke up but the mom was awake and the baby brother was still asleep because he sleeps for about three hours.  They were going on an adventure.  They saw fire.  They runned in their car.  They were going to their house and then they went to their house and played with toys.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-1168196579017686201?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/1168196579017686201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=1168196579017686201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/1168196579017686201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/1168196579017686201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2009/08/clouds-were-blue-by-ashton-once-upon.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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-255853342959472543</id><published>2007-09-22T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:40.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvV4AEh0GII/AAAAAAAAA8A/_JP2y5SisWo/s1600-h/slide8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvV4AEh0GII/AAAAAAAAA8A/_JP2y5SisWo/s320/slide8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113124894559967362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to update this blog with some cutie-tootie things my punkindoodle head is doing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still sorting everything in sight.  Legos, blocks, dinosaurs...you name it...they all get sorted into "families."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is love with his underwear.  We bought him some Lightening McQueen undies a few months ago.  He told every passerby at Target that he was getting new "Wipey A Queen" underwear.  His love of his underwear and obsession to put things where they belong means that when I'm doing laundry, after everything is sorted out on the table...if I leave the room for one minute, I will ALWAYS come back to see his pile of underwear missing.  He walks by, sees them not in their place, then takes them to his room and puts them away.  He has been known to sleep with a freshly washed pile of underwear.  Weird!  This summer, I was packing to go to Austin.  I had everyone's clothing laid out on the table.  After Aaron brought the suitcase out of the attic, I started loading everyone's clothes into it.  Later on, I realized, I never put any of Ashton's underwear in the suitcase, even though I KNEW I had laid him some out on the table.  That's when it hit me...I bet he put them away.  He did!  The boy's weirdness almost cost him to go commando for a week in Austin.  That city would have been proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone sets one of their belongings down somewhere it doesn't belong, then goes to look for it later and finds it missing...we all know to go ask Ashton.  He always puts things away and when asked why he moved something he will say so sweetly, "Because it doesn't go right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Ashton asked Aaron why everyone in our whole town has a nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how much he loves music.  Joss Stone and Toby Mac are his favorite.  When we get in the car he says, "Mom, will you put it on "you diggin on me now baby?" or "some kind of wunaful, don't you know he is yeah?"  Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-255853342959472543?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/255853342959472543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=255853342959472543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/255853342959472543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/255853342959472543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time-to-update-this-blog-with-some.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RvV4AEh0GII/AAAAAAAAA8A/_JP2y5SisWo/s72-c/slide8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-7843173464759548904</id><published>2007-05-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:40.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rkc9ODZINyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mj_d9sIFCd8/s1600-h/pointer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064083617639577378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rkc9ODZINyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mj_d9sIFCd8/s320/pointer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two night ago, I went to tuck Ashton into bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I got to his bed, he looked up at me and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I've got one thing a tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it was going to be that he loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what his one thing usually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead, he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I ate one booger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I laughed and went on and on about how that was so nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I said, "Was it gross?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He looked at me, laughed and said, "Nope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It reminded me of when Anson was little. He was a nose picker for sure. I wonder where he gets this from....cough....cough....Uncle Jason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One time Lynsey was trying to talk Anson out of picking his nose and eating his boogers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said something like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Are you ever going to quit doing that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Very matter of factly Anson looked at her and said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No. I don't think I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are boys so gross?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If they weren't so darn sweet and cute, I'd sell em to the gypsies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew fingers up the nose were genetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-7843173464759548904?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/7843173464759548904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=7843173464759548904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/7843173464759548904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/7843173464759548904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-night-ago-i-went-to-tuck-ashton.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/Rkc9ODZINyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mj_d9sIFCd8/s72-c/pointer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-5009074709528361130</id><published>2007-05-09T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:41.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKBWTZINvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sr1JQ-aRMp4/s1600-h/circus-elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKBWTZINvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sr1JQ-aRMp4/s320/circus-elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062751151280633586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashton's 4 Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ashton has heard Hayden say, "Mom, I've got four things to tell ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Ashton said, "Mom, I got some things to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I adore you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your best mom ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want it to be HOPE Group."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go to the circus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-5009074709528361130?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/5009074709528361130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=5009074709528361130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/5009074709528361130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/5009074709528361130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2007/05/ashtons-4-things-i-guess-ashton-has.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKBWTZINvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/sr1JQ-aRMp4/s72-c/circus-elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-4564899280288285698</id><published>2007-05-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:41.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKAiTZINuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/U-_tSnCzf1w/s1600-h/washing+machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKAiTZINuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/U-_tSnCzf1w/s320/washing+machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062750257927436002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you want to know the only thing worse than moving and not having a washer and dryer for 48 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When your child throws up in the kitchen onto his favorite blanket, that he simply must have in the bed with him...and he does this 30 minutes before nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had to hand wash everything in the sink and then lay it outside to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I pretended I was a cave woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That was the only thing fun about the whole thing.&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/29761740-4564899280288285698?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/4564899280288285698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=4564899280288285698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4564899280288285698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4564899280288285698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-want-to-know-only-thing-worse.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RkKAiTZINuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/U-_tSnCzf1w/s72-c/washing+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-8233092242371460164</id><published>2007-04-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:41.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhpDDNbNqFI/AAAAAAAAATw/_uK8J4MNkV0/s1600-h/FNP+Dinner+plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhpDDNbNqFI/AAAAAAAAATw/_uK8J4MNkV0/s320/FNP+Dinner+plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051423654471903314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, before we ate dinner, Ashton announced that he wanted to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we lead him in a prayer.  He just repeats after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last night, he just started praying on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so hard at his precious prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, thank you for my family.  (some other stuff in here we couldn't understand because he started whispering and then) Help me get all better and thank you God for giving my food back to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-8233092242371460164?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/8233092242371460164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=8233092242371460164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/8233092242371460164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/8233092242371460164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-night-before-we-ate-dinner-ashton.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RhpDDNbNqFI/AAAAAAAAATw/_uK8J4MNkV0/s72-c/FNP+Dinner+plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-4828827064814773827</id><published>2006-12-30T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:41.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZb3sV6teRI/AAAAAAAAACg/UiWn3xt0psY/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCsYHCsxZNw/RZb3sV6teRI/AAAAAAAAACg/UiWn3xt0psY/s320/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014467576293325074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My baby is three.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just wrong on so many levels.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re so bad and have let him keep his pacifier at night all this time.     He’s just so cute…and did I mention, He’s our BABY?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron decided that we should use this turning three business to our advantage.     Let’s do away with the pacifier in the name of becoming a big boy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton hasn’t had his pacifier in three days.     However, for those three days, it was his DADDY laying him down for a nap and for bedtime.  Aaron let him choose two things to sleep with instead of a pacifier.  He has usually chosen a fire truck and a Darth Vader Attacktic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Aaron was gone at nap time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in, aware of how this has been working and said, “What do you want to sleep with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton looked at me and then said in his sweet little voice, “I want my pacie.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do to not just say, "OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I tried to convince him that he’s a big boy…remember?  Remember Ashton?  Remember Heather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paraded many of his favorite toys in front of him trying to get him to want to sleep with them.  After my toy show, he said, “Mama, I very want my pacie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally said, “But you’re a big boy.  Big boys don’t use pacies.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, “I am big.  But I’m little too.  I want my pacie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so profound.  Shouldn't he get a pacie for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to run out of the room and call in back up.  I'm so weak.  I was about to give in.  I could feel it.  One more wee tiny word from him, and he was going to be taking a pacie in ninth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran for the phone and called Aaron.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton is so cute.  He’s always so polite about the things he’s asking for.  His voice is so precious.  I was about to cave in.  He knows the powers he has over me.  He knew Aaron was gone.  He knows HE’S MY BABY.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron answered the phone.  I put Ashton on.  Ashton said, “I want my pacie, Daddy.”  Aaron talked and talked to him.  He agreed to sleeping with a fire truck.  All was well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up from his nap and wanted to play outside.  After praising him forever, I sent him out the door to the back yard.  He had to tee-tee once he got out there.  He asked if he could tee-tee in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four boys.  Of course he could tee-tee in the grass.  This is one of the perks of having portable pee’ers.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always put a diaper on him before nap time “just in case.”  I looked outside.  Ashton was standing there in his diaper, with his pants pulled down, but not making any effort to take off the diaper.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck my head out and said, “Did you just tee-tee in your diaper?”  He said he did.  I said, “What?  Big boys do not tee-tee in their diapers.  Don’t do that, ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Ok.  I don’t have my pacie.  I don’t wear diapers.  I am VERY three, momma.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is VERY three.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-4828827064814773827?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/4828827064814773827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=4828827064814773827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4828827064814773827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/4828827064814773827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-baby-is-three.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/RZb3sV6teRI/AAAAAAAAACg/UiWn3xt0psY/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-116503043262847473</id><published>2006-12-01T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:16:12.366-08:00</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/x/blogger/5407/2953/1600/545254/ashtonnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5407/2953/400/510453/ashtonnews.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sitting in his high-chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reading the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How weird is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Actually, Ashton has this obsession with cars right now.  When he saw the cars on the classified section of the paper he wanted it.  I snuck in the kitchen with the camera, and he looked up at me right as I took the picture.  That's a cute kid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-116503043262847473?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/116503043262847473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=116503043262847473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/116503043262847473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/116503043262847473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/12/sitting-in-his-high-chair.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-29761740.post-116032757199349213</id><published>2006-10-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:12:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ashton is definitely our OCD kid.  It's so interesting to watch him play...or do ANYTHING...it is always in patterns, always perfect, always precise.  It's incredible.  He has the most amazing fine motor skills.  It's the oddest thing!&lt;br /&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/line1.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/line1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you guess who played outside last yesterday?&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/line2.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/line2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you guess who was playing with the Legos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5407/2953/1600/line%203.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/line%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron went to pick these up to clean Ashton's room and realized these legos were not even connected!  They were a PERFECT line...yet unconnected.  I can't even imagine how long it took Ashton to do this!&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/29761740-116032757199349213?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/116032757199349213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=116032757199349213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/116032757199349213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/116032757199349213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/10/ashton-is-definitely-our-ocd-kid.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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115888777350908750</id><published>2006-09-21T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:16:13.553-07:00</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/IMG_1146.0.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/IMG_1146.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's what Ashton did at the soupus. He sat in my lap in awe. He only moved during intermission when he was trying very hard to get the nerve up to go touch Sponge Bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/IMG_1175.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/IMG_1175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He was so proud of himself!&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/29761740-115888777350908750?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115888777350908750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115888777350908750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115888777350908750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115888777350908750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-what-ashton-did-at-soupus.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-29761740.post-115870274824205506</id><published>2006-09-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:52:28.250-07:00</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/snake.4.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/snake.4.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;Ashton came in the house today so excited about something.  I ran to see what all the commotion was about.  He said, “Mama.  I caught a worm!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to see my son holding a snake.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you just want to die, Jenn and Lynsey?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a grass snake…nothing terrifying.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115870274824205506?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115870274824205506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115870274824205506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115870274824205506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115870274824205506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/09/ashton-came-in-house-today-so-excited.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-29761740.post-115864114129482131</id><published>2006-09-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:53:40.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ashton said two funny things today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He walked in my room naked, holding his underwear...this is always a good sign that means, he went to the potty and needs help putting his clothes back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He says, "Mama...dare was corn in my poop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sorry...but it was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then, today when I was putting him in bed, I said, "Ashton, if you get out of your bed, what is going to happen?"  He said, "I don't want you to talk to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was very funny because it was in his super sweet, soft little voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had to laugh...and then tell him, the right answer was, "I'm going to get a spankin'."&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/29761740-115864114129482131?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115864114129482131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115864114129482131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115864114129482131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115864114129482131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/09/ashton-said-two-funny-things-today.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-29761740.post-115768065005617560</id><published>2006-09-07T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:29:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;Ashton talking with his wee tiny voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about all the people he loves...all the things he likes to eat...and he did some animal sounds.  Oh his little voice...it's the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/405918.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/29761740-115768065005617560?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115768065005617560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115768065005617560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115768065005617560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115768065005617560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/09/ashton-talking-with-his-wee-tiny-voice.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-29761740.post-115403602798160803</id><published>2006-07-27T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:33:47.990-07:00</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/pop%20tart.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/pop%20tart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you don't give them guns, they will make their own out of Pop Tarts!&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/29761740-115403602798160803?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115403602798160803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115403602798160803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115403602798160803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115403602798160803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-dont-give-them-guns-they-will.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-29761740.post-115358069023912311</id><published>2006-07-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:05:29.376-07:00</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/chocolate%20001.1.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/chocolate%20001.1.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/chocolate%20002.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/chocolate%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This morning, I woke up to Aaron gasping and Ashton standing at the end of our bed.  Ashton was covered in a dark brown substance.  Since there is a stomach virus traveling through little bodies in our house at the moment, Aaron and I both assumed the dark brown substance was proof that the virus had made it's way through Ashton and onto his pajamas.  What a way to wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;However, after further inspection, we found that what actually happened was Ashton woke up...walked through the living room (like usual) on his way to our bedroom to tell us good morning...and found something not usual sitting on the coffee table...an entire box of chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He helped himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aaron got on to him for getting into the chocolates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hugged Ashton, extremely relieved that the substance on his shirt was chocolate instead of poo...I've never been more happy to clean Whitman's Sampler off a child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115358069023912311?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115358069023912311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115358069023912311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115358069023912311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115358069023912311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-morning-i-woke-up-to-aaron.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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115282560920902567</id><published>2006-07-13T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:20:09.216-07:00</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/Circus%20063.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%20063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Ashton what his favorite part of the circus was and he said in his wee-tiny, super cute voice, "Fireworks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115282560920902567?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115282560920902567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115282560920902567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115282560920902567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115282560920902567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-asked-ashton-what-his-favorite-part.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-29761740.post-115102303138193952</id><published>2006-06-22T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:41:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374999.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anson and Hayden have been saying, "Oh snap" a lot!  However, when Ashton says it, it sounds like, "Oh Nap."  We love it.  We think "Oh Nap" is a much more accurate saying for a two year old who really loves his naps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115102303138193952?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115102303138193952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115102303138193952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115102303138193952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115102303138193952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/anson-and-hayden-have-been-saying-oh.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-29761740.post-115102299579533437</id><published>2006-06-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:42:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374998.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what Ashton is saying here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115102299579533437?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115102299579533437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115102299579533437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115102299579533437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115102299579533437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-you-guess-what-ashton-is-saying.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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115094069835590051</id><published>2006-06-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:45:26.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ashton sings "Twinkle Star."&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/132650/20060621/203454.flv&amp;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/29761740-115094069835590051?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115094069835590051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115094069835590051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115094069835590051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115094069835590051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/ashton-sings-twinkle-star.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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115092797106494305</id><published>2006-06-21T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:14:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374515.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;Ashton sings his ABC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton is in love with letters.  Really.  Everywhere we go, if he sees writing of any kind he screams out, "Ma-ma, I see ABC's dare."  Dare is baby Texan for the word, "there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&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/29761740-115092797106494305?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115092797106494305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115092797106494305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115092797106494305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115092797106494305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/ashton-sings-his-abcs.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115092743743291203</id><published>2006-06-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:05:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/123565/374508.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;Ashton says, "Cheeseburger."  This is one of his favorite words!&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/29761740-115092743743291203?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115092743743291203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115092743743291203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115092743743291203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115092743743291203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/ashton-says-cheeseburger.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115040796315368016</id><published>2006-06-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:46:03.163-07:00</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/ashton%20on%20catwalk.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/ashton%20on%20catwalk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton's Dad Needs Counseling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115040796315368016?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115040796315368016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115040796315368016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115040796315368016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115040796315368016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/ashtons-dad-needs-counseling.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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115038556883113008</id><published>2006-06-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:32:48.833-07:00</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/undies7.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/undies7.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/undies5.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/undies5.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/undies6.1.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/undies6.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29761740-115038556883113008?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115038556883113008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115038556883113008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115038556883113008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115038556883113008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29761740.post-115038517859952619</id><published>2006-06-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:35:05.820-07:00</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/undies4.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/undies4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;June 14, 2006&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;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This would ONLY happen to the Hendrick pool rats!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ashton pooped in the potty for the very first time at Thomas Park Pool!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been telling him not to poop in his swim diaper at the pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have never gotten the opportunity to change a poopy swim diaper…how unfortunate for you!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your time will surely come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I could NOT believe that Ashton was even letting me put him on the potty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had already declared in our home that the month of June was Ashton’s last month in diapers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, Ashton did not seem ok with my decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve been asking him, in a very excited tone of voice, if he was going to start pooping in the potty like a big boy. He has always answered our excitement with an emphatic, unemotional, “Nope.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we knew this was going to be interesting!&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;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yesterday at the pool, after several times of simply running to the potty and sitting there, he finally went!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I SCREAMED with excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ashton was elated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ran out of the bathroom screaming “I poop in the potty!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I poop in the potty!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was clapping, Ashton and Hayden went nuts with excitement…Danny started dancing, just cause he knew something wonderful was happening…everyone was laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The life guards hi-fived Ashton.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a beautiful moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I had nothing special to give Ashton.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve always told him that when he poops in the potty, mommy will make him a cake (he’s a huge fan of cake).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also told him we would sing a “Happy Poop in the Potty Day to You” song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, we were at the pool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no cake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no candy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, this WONDERFUL lady, very aware of what just happened, brought over a Kool Aid Capri-Sun for Ashton to drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He made his announcement to anyone who floated by him in the pool.&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;font-size:130%;"  &gt;During nap time, I made his cake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He woke up and ate it for supper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sang the song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaron went and bought him some new underwear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s already gone through 2 pair today…but that’s potty training!!!&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My baby…in big boy underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How will I EVER quit having these wonderful, wonderful little people?&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/29761740-115038517859952619?l=wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/feeds/115038517859952619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29761740&amp;postID=115038517859952619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115038517859952619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29761740/posts/default/115038517859952619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwallthingsashton.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-14-2006-this-would-only-happen-to.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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
