<?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-7153905196297646220</id><updated>2011-11-20T21:31:22.176-08:00</updated><category term='Cruise 2008'/><title type='text'>Living Our Crazy Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6314578355567603328</id><published>2011-11-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:31:22.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smith's October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall is my most favorite time of the year. I absolutely love it. The weather becomes cooler, the leaves change, and there are a lot of excuses for cuddling. :) So, maybe that is why I chose to get married in October... Anyway, this year Bryce and I decided to ditch the cooler temps, and spent our 7th anniversary in Phoenix, AZ. We had a great time. Here are some highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dt4zV4r7V4/TsBbFS7CenI/AAAAAAAACJk/8Bg4aLGTztY/s1600/2011_10_12_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635677023763058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dt4zV4r7V4/TsBbFS7CenI/AAAAAAAACJk/8Bg4aLGTztY/s320/2011_10_12_2432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce standing below a cactus. These babies were HUGE! Our 4- wheeler guide stated that they kill a number of people in Arizona each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXHxZw32Qs/TsBbEsB6CLI/AAAAAAAACJY/H7YitLC7pZY/s1600/2011_10_12_2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635666583586994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpXHxZw32Qs/TsBbEsB6CLI/AAAAAAAACJY/H7YitLC7pZY/s320/2011_10_12_2438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me 4- wheeling. We don't spend our anniversary doing sappy things... we are after adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IC4QaY-DJ3A/TsBbEa4CqzI/AAAAAAAACJM/sUATxYdI8yk/s1600/2011_10_12_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635661978807090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IC4QaY-DJ3A/TsBbEa4CqzI/AAAAAAAACJM/sUATxYdI8yk/s320/2011_10_12_2441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and I posing for a pic. I have to admit I was surprised at how beautiful the desert really is. I was really hoping to see a rattlesnake or a tarantula. However, despite the 100 degree weather, it was too cold for the snakes, and not quite mating season for the spiders. I was a little bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnTwaVcPIUc/TsBbEOZHJTI/AAAAAAAACJA/LRy2LXiJHRI/s1600/2011_10_13_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635658627851570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnTwaVcPIUc/TsBbEOZHJTI/AAAAAAAACJA/LRy2LXiJHRI/s320/2011_10_13_2445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going out for the night. To be honest, we did not do much the 4 days we were gone. BUT, that was what so nice. We were able to do whatever we wanted. So, we ate a lot of good food, saw a lot of movies, and slept in... to about oh 8am. ( Some habits are harder to break) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu8iD2lcqcA/TsBaox08YLI/AAAAAAAACI0/V2YQnLWcztA/s1600/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635187103490226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu8iD2lcqcA/TsBaox08YLI/AAAAAAAACI0/V2YQnLWcztA/s320/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once home, our Halloween Celebration began. I love Halloween. It is my most favorite holiday. Therefore anything "halloweeny" there is to do, I want to do it. However, my one Halloween tradition I will not compromise on is Thriller. Thiller is a dance theatre show that I was introduced to even before I married Bryce. I have not missed yet. Once I see Thriller, it finally feels like Halloween. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D57Pdq75Vjk/TsBaouO1s_I/AAAAAAAACIo/DL-L8Jm34Qc/s1600/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674635186138362866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D57Pdq75Vjk/TsBaouO1s_I/AAAAAAAACIo/DL-L8Jm34Qc/s320/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And with my obsession, I have converted other fans. My bro, Jeff and his wife Lesha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thriller can be a little intense for young ones, so to get my kiddos in the mood for the season, we went on a Halloween Cruise on the Provo River. My kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTKhnuugBl4/TsBU16IANyI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Okzlx15TGi4/s1600/2011_10_17_2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628815599449890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTKhnuugBl4/TsBU16IANyI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Okzlx15TGi4/s320/2011_10_17_2452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting patiently for our turn to board the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngLnxqRytYs/TsBU1txv75I/AAAAAAAACIE/79m5r8FvImw/s1600/2011_10_17_2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628812284882834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngLnxqRytYs/TsBU1txv75I/AAAAAAAACIE/79m5r8FvImw/s320/2011_10_17_2454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our fearless captain... no tip though, because we were attacked by pirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edHu-TRJ-h8/TsBUhUQtM7I/AAAAAAAACH4/Z-iCJpdX4B8/s1600/2011_10_17_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628461838021554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edHu-TRJ-h8/TsBUhUQtM7I/AAAAAAAACH4/Z-iCJpdX4B8/s320/2011_10_17_2455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the cruise... or should I shall river row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RajcLLmomnw/TsBUgR-r5SI/AAAAAAAACHs/SNcosKWkX_Y/s1600/2011_10_17_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628444045698338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RajcLLmomnw/TsBUgR-r5SI/AAAAAAAACHs/SNcosKWkX_Y/s320/2011_10_17_2456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the Pirates, we made it back all alive... I guess our captain was not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oTEyxv02YA/TsBUf6njp7I/AAAAAAAACHg/jRDyD5i7bKQ/s1600/2011_10_17_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628437774673842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oTEyxv02YA/TsBUf6njp7I/AAAAAAAACHg/jRDyD5i7bKQ/s320/2011_10_17_2458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone posing outside the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kCrZvvrZXE/TsBUfo-QSGI/AAAAAAAACHU/QPcShDpAkqk/s1600/2011_10_17_2460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674628433038035042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kCrZvvrZXE/TsBUfo-QSGI/AAAAAAAACHU/QPcShDpAkqk/s320/2011_10_17_2460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that night I finally let me kids start wearing their halloween jammies. I think they are adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend before Halloween we ran non stop. It seemed it was one party after another. We all had a wonderful time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKfZM0rxhPk/TsBUBhXNHkI/AAAAAAAACHI/H2EffzPHRBg/s1600/2011_10_28_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627915599126082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKfZM0rxhPk/TsBUBhXNHkI/AAAAAAAACHI/H2EffzPHRBg/s320/2011_10_28_2474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going Trunk- or -Treating with friends. Brylee was Rapunzel this year. Her cute friend, Paislee was Raggedy Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOGxIY6kBA/TsBUBZMLoyI/AAAAAAAACG8/YPRk6UWOyWo/s1600/2011_10_28_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627913405408034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiOGxIY6kBA/TsBUBZMLoyI/AAAAAAAACG8/YPRk6UWOyWo/s320/2011_10_28_2477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker, or should I say Luke Skywalker, crosses light sabers with his friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or on a regular day, Jaxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZngE7QjN4/TsBUADdRpVI/AAAAAAAACG0/dDT3AxRkFiY/s1600/2011_10_28_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627890391655762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWZngE7QjN4/TsBUADdRpVI/AAAAAAAACG0/dDT3AxRkFiY/s320/2011_10_28_2481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton, our little squirt turtle, tried to eat the candy as fast as he received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOl3vgMLOF0/TsBT_7fkvxI/AAAAAAAACGk/Pks9sh7itM0/s1600/2011_10_28_2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627888253812498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOl3vgMLOF0/TsBT_7fkvxI/AAAAAAAACGk/Pks9sh7itM0/s320/2011_10_28_2482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Rapunzel is in awe at how easy this whole trick-or-treating thing is. A few little words and BAM... Candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we headed into my Grandpa's house. We had a nice lunch, and had a chance to play with cousins. However, the highlight of the day was playing in the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-_UQQhYWmc/TsBTpnnWJLI/AAAAAAAACGY/ZYEuAAdyBww/s1600/2011_10_29_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627504960578738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-_UQQhYWmc/TsBTpnnWJLI/AAAAAAAACGY/ZYEuAAdyBww/s320/2011_10_29_2318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry showing off her Halloween outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nH90p8TOn8Y/TsBToTskjuI/AAAAAAAACGM/9obNfdB8qUo/s1600/2011_10_29_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627482433916642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nH90p8TOn8Y/TsBToTskjuI/AAAAAAAACGM/9obNfdB8qUo/s320/2011_10_29_2325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my kiddos decked out for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eERasv7Cf9o/TsBToJUjTzI/AAAAAAAACGA/x3MRmfrgJeQ/s1600/2011_10_29_2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674627479648816946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eERasv7Cf9o/TsBToJUjTzI/AAAAAAAACGA/x3MRmfrgJeQ/s320/2011_10_29_2328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids and my cute niece and nephew. My sister themed her family as "Alice in Wonderland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9FtiGvEf3k/TsBTL-puXGI/AAAAAAAACF0/08KMw8GUgMI/s1600/2011_10_29_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674626995748494434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9FtiGvEf3k/TsBTL-puXGI/AAAAAAAACF0/08KMw8GUgMI/s320/2011_10_29_2331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoying the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpZtk3nDuS4/TsBTLSidXnI/AAAAAAAACFo/Yxa3tLvYt3w/s1600/2011_10_29_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674626983906860658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpZtk3nDuS4/TsBTLSidXnI/AAAAAAAACFo/Yxa3tLvYt3w/s320/2011_10_29_2335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton and his cousin, Leah, enjoying the leaves. Leah is my cousin, Celeste's daughter. They are about a month apart in age. however, this is the first they really played together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fJM6de4zNw/TsBTK1CQ-JI/AAAAAAAACFc/0b4TboJsdUo/s1600/2011_10_29_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674626975987202194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2fJM6de4zNw/TsBTK1CQ-JI/AAAAAAAACFc/0b4TboJsdUo/s320/2011_10_29_2345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone seemed to get in on the leave action though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a yummy lunch and good times at Grandpa's house, we headed to Lagoon for Frightmares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AnuCXb6_yo/TsBRYTmPXpI/AAAAAAAACFM/TCTA9bO4IXM/s1600/2011_10_29_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674625008506199698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AnuCXb6_yo/TsBRYTmPXpI/AAAAAAAACFM/TCTA9bO4IXM/s320/2011_10_29_2353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker trick-or-treating in the hay maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNbBZy4Ibjo/TsBRXwwhpdI/AAAAAAAACFE/3F7XUJ7Ur1w/s1600/2011_10_29_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624999154099666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cNbBZy4Ibjo/TsBRXwwhpdI/AAAAAAAACFE/3F7XUJ7Ur1w/s320/2011_10_29_2364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catching a few rides. This ride is so old, I rode it as a child. I don't know if that makes it nostalgic, or a life hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31bKXBEWcMQ/TsBRXjbVoGI/AAAAAAAACE4/rEWSDW4S4Ts/s1600/2011_10_29_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624995575570530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31bKXBEWcMQ/TsBRXjbVoGI/AAAAAAAACE4/rEWSDW4S4Ts/s320/2011_10_29_2350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with Cleopatra in the kid friendly haunted house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fianlly the day I was counting down to arrived. Halloween was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXx-lFLP95Q/TsBQ0_q9l8I/AAAAAAAACEs/HD6wYl0bw-M/s1600/2011_10_31_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624401861875650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXx-lFLP95Q/TsBQ0_q9l8I/AAAAAAAACEs/HD6wYl0bw-M/s320/2011_10_31_2367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker in his school costume parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzd9qNQAzxA/TsBQ0P2U_jI/AAAAAAAACEg/u1ReIh1SfWI/s1600/2011_10_31_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624389024644658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzd9qNQAzxA/TsBQ0P2U_jI/AAAAAAAACEg/u1ReIh1SfWI/s320/2011_10_31_2370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee wanted to be part of the parade too, so Grandma Marsha walked her around. She was happy and proud to be so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrf67mlC9Y/TsBQzyYuPwI/AAAAAAAACEU/jSqkV5b4c0g/s1600/2011_10_31_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674624381115842306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDrf67mlC9Y/TsBQzyYuPwI/AAAAAAAACEU/jSqkV5b4c0g/s320/2011_10_31_2373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All ready to go Trick-Or-Treating. The weather here in Utah was beautiful this year. My kids lasted almost 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgK5EbbGrUA/TsBQUSqORXI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZrSkUJkvRfo/s1600/2011_10_31_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623840023364978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgK5EbbGrUA/TsBQUSqORXI/AAAAAAAACEI/ZrSkUJkvRfo/s320/2011_10_31_2383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton started saying "Trick-or-Treat" It was my most favorite memory from this year. It took me 10 minutes or so of wasted  video to finally get him to say it on cue, but now I get to have that cute little trick-or-treat forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RMT6gt13_E/TsBQToe-zgI/AAAAAAAACD8/NJcqVbVpGn0/s1600/2011_10_31_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623828701924866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RMT6gt13_E/TsBQToe-zgI/AAAAAAAACD8/NJcqVbVpGn0/s320/2011_10_31_2385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker taking some time to humor Mom, and allow her to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7i1EDF3AHWI/TsBQTc2Mv6I/AAAAAAAACDw/F5D5XJ3TdLw/s1600/2011_10_31_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623825578082210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7i1EDF3AHWI/TsBQTc2Mv6I/AAAAAAAACDw/F5D5XJ3TdLw/s320/2011_10_31_2387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our neighbors, the Mundens, transform their basement into a haunted house. It is incredible. There are no people to jump out and grab you, just decorations, so the kids loved it. I think Parker went back 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcTB4ykqcYQ/TsBP1J-Fs9I/AAAAAAAACDk/vLGsz3TJFCU/s1600/2011_10_31_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623305114825682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcTB4ykqcYQ/TsBP1J-Fs9I/AAAAAAAACDk/vLGsz3TJFCU/s320/2011_10_31_2392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night came to an end, and here are their spoils. Parker made out with the most. Mostly because he could to 3 houses to the 1 Bry and Easton could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPJq1xliMJc/TsBP0jaVhHI/AAAAAAAACDY/R3Mb7hdYHAE/s1600/2011_10_31_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623294764319858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPJq1xliMJc/TsBP0jaVhHI/AAAAAAAACDY/R3Mb7hdYHAE/s320/2011_10_31_2390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_keJWW2lB8/TsBP0CF7g0I/AAAAAAAACDM/IEF7xx6ZNcs/s1600/2011_10_31_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674623285820359490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_keJWW2lB8/TsBP0CF7g0I/AAAAAAAACDM/IEF7xx6ZNcs/s320/2011_10_31_2388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And sweet Easton, once again is trying to eat it faster then he accumliated it. Happy Halloween everyone. We hope it was great for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-6314578355567603328?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6314578355567603328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6314578355567603328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6314578355567603328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6314578355567603328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/smiths-october.html' title='The Smith&apos;s October'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dt4zV4r7V4/TsBbFS7CenI/AAAAAAAACJk/8Bg4aLGTztY/s72-c/2011_10_12_2432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-7297259803394812710</id><published>2011-09-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:23:05.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...June-September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I go back and forth if I should keep up on our blog... But since its the closest thing I have to a journal, I thought for now, I better keep it going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, now I get to play some serious catch up. Its been a crazy Summer... here are the highlights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This summer we purchased season tickets to Lagoon. The kids would go everyday if they could. :) We always have so much fun, and love when our friends can come with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQsmjS7rsII/TnZMsVPBEPI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/RRfOsu0guzo/s1600/2011_06_10_1336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQsmjS7rsII/TnZMsVPBEPI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/RRfOsu0guzo/s320/2011_06_10_1336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsdxDRW3wQk/TnZMzApAL1I/AAAAAAAAB-c/UaV5OTuK__0/s1600/2011_06_10_1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsdxDRW3wQk/TnZMzApAL1I/AAAAAAAAB-c/UaV5OTuK__0/s320/2011_06_10_1355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9S5L850grlA/TnZM121PR1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/qNOuaY0qLow/s1600/2011_06_10_1343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9S5L850grlA/TnZM121PR1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/qNOuaY0qLow/s320/2011_06_10_1343.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;JULY!!! We spent the month jumping from family function to family function. Here we are enjoying a BBQ with the Atkinson Family. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONSIK2RRMw0/TnZNIlXz6XI/AAAAAAAAB-o/prAJ7bjb0dI/s1600/2011_07_02_1372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONSIK2RRMw0/TnZNIlXz6XI/AAAAAAAAB-o/prAJ7bjb0dI/s320/2011_07_02_1372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF2qV5OCGYY/TnZNNKW328I/AAAAAAAAB-s/M544fEAfyS0/s1600/2011_07_02_1371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF2qV5OCGYY/TnZNNKW328I/AAAAAAAAB-s/M544fEAfyS0/s320/2011_07_02_1371.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SdH2nG5Z9Q/TnZNQTfOggI/AAAAAAAAB-w/nhdTklp_zP4/s1600/2011_07_02_1370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SdH2nG5Z9Q/TnZNQTfOggI/AAAAAAAAB-w/nhdTklp_zP4/s320/2011_07_02_1370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had an early 4th of July at Grandma Janna's house. Easton does not know what to think about the sparkler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjtwOD0my08/TnZNbrO5NBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/kcozXaI1vkI/s1600/2011_07_03_2100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjtwOD0my08/TnZNbrO5NBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/kcozXaI1vkI/s320/2011_07_03_2100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPUeac600w/TnZNgpGo5mI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZDr0ultRVDQ/s1600/2011_07_03_2107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPUeac600w/TnZNgpGo5mI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZDr0ultRVDQ/s320/2011_07_03_2107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iYe-GFKyPM/TnZNtDI_TaI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Z6VpiemAyAs/s1600/2011_07_03_2115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iYe-GFKyPM/TnZNtDI_TaI/AAAAAAAAB-8/Z6VpiemAyAs/s320/2011_07_03_2115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4th of July! We started the day with a Parade. We then had a BBQ at Grandpa Saunder's house. We then headed back down south to do fireworks with the Harvey Family. It was a full day, and I felt all we did was eat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONxkMjVc81k/TnZN7k30zWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yXybQ2DQehY/s1600/2011_07_04_2122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONxkMjVc81k/TnZN7k30zWI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yXybQ2DQehY/s320/2011_07_04_2122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fgwaHlQE6U/TnZOI--XsnI/AAAAAAAAB_E/5MosRqPBsDs/s1600/2011_07_04_2132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fgwaHlQE6U/TnZOI--XsnI/AAAAAAAAB_E/5MosRqPBsDs/s320/2011_07_04_2132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoJsS5nnkVU/TnZORMAoRcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/1vBb7ViQNDw/s1600/2011_07_04_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoJsS5nnkVU/TnZORMAoRcI/AAAAAAAAB_I/1vBb7ViQNDw/s320/2011_07_04_2138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8unilpWuNk/TnZOXjBJ1XI/AAAAAAAAB_M/luUHNSEthso/s1600/2011_07_04_2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8unilpWuNk/TnZOXjBJ1XI/AAAAAAAAB_M/luUHNSEthso/s320/2011_07_04_2142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myusMROAdjE/TnZOfODmR6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/2ijanr0onjE/s1600/2011_07_04_2149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myusMROAdjE/TnZOfODmR6I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/2ijanr0onjE/s320/2011_07_04_2149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This was the first year that Utah allowed large fireworks. We took advantage. Thanks to Dave...who put on an awesome show! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaOPyqYnIOE/TnZOnTPyi8I/AAAAAAAAB_U/a28vqqqOJj4/s1600/2011_07_04_2161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaOPyqYnIOE/TnZOnTPyi8I/AAAAAAAAB_U/a28vqqqOJj4/s320/2011_07_04_2161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ecNtfBoCU/TnZOts8awEI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/A92eZ2uP05c/s1600/2011_07_04_2159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5ecNtfBoCU/TnZOts8awEI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/A92eZ2uP05c/s320/2011_07_04_2159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This summer, I along with the Fam, had a first. We went to a Demolition Derby! It was so much fun, and you could not ask for better people watching. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_XRXzu_k-g/TnZO3WLBlcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/HqYOlDnIlHU/s1600/2011_07_09_1375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_XRXzu_k-g/TnZO3WLBlcI/AAAAAAAAB_c/HqYOlDnIlHU/s320/2011_07_09_1375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHizvMheD_g/TnZO7qpdhMI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9wwsvXuY45E/s1600/2011_07_09_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHizvMheD_g/TnZO7qpdhMI/AAAAAAAAB_g/9wwsvXuY45E/s320/2011_07_09_1379.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDMzO9uPxPU/TnZO-5Lhy9I/AAAAAAAAB_k/NpiMppTR6fo/s1600/2011_07_09_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDMzO9uPxPU/TnZO-5Lhy9I/AAAAAAAAB_k/NpiMppTR6fo/s320/2011_07_09_1377.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker ditched us to sit with the ladies. Luckily my friend, Katelyn, was willing to humor him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w9ZHN929pc/TnZO__bl2UI/AAAAAAAAB_o/K1ZJX_frsn4/s1600/2011_07_09_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3w9ZHN929pc/TnZO__bl2UI/AAAAAAAAB_o/K1ZJX_frsn4/s320/2011_07_09_1380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker's Birthday Party! We had it a few days before his actual birthday so family could be there. He went to classic skating to play in the bounce houses. Since Star Wars is his latest obsession, of course that was the party theme. I can't believe that my Parkie is 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUXEwWQLCcg/TnZPPLQ2sTI/AAAAAAAAB_s/qdawUKKxAHc/s1600/2011_07_16_2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUXEwWQLCcg/TnZPPLQ2sTI/AAAAAAAAB_s/qdawUKKxAHc/s320/2011_07_16_2171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCx2Pctom6g/TnZPUUpEq-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/JXTGP5ZLMJ4/s1600/2011_07_16_2187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mCx2Pctom6g/TnZPUUpEq-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/JXTGP5ZLMJ4/s320/2011_07_16_2187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-narAnZmjp-Y/TnZPYMUwmBI/AAAAAAAAB_0/JuXac2dlFP8/s1600/2011_07_16_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-narAnZmjp-Y/TnZPYMUwmBI/AAAAAAAAB_0/JuXac2dlFP8/s320/2011_07_16_2191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffyTEICh9fc/TnZPbi2QLII/AAAAAAAAB_4/1V09hJlOr_s/s1600/2011_07_16_2212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffyTEICh9fc/TnZPbi2QLII/AAAAAAAAB_4/1V09hJlOr_s/s320/2011_07_16_2212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At the end of July we went to California to stay at New Port Beach. One of our favorite activities is bike rides to Huntington Beach. While at Huntington Beach we love to eat at Fred's! It is the best Mexican food. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeCi-Dxy_vk/TnZPqUIDnbI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Pir7PC-YudY/s1600/2011_07_24_1401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeCi-Dxy_vk/TnZPqUIDnbI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Pir7PC-YudY/s320/2011_07_24_1401.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wn06UjZAsY/TnZPuXXYr0I/AAAAAAAACAA/Y9u05YV3KUg/s1600/2011_07_24_1400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5wn06UjZAsY/TnZPuXXYr0I/AAAAAAAACAA/Y9u05YV3KUg/s320/2011_07_24_1400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker is 5! Parker turned 5 while we were in California. He thinks that having his birthday at the beach is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyixkhbSfo/TnZP3SgZWZI/AAAAAAAACAE/NWWA6uby2Q8/s1600/2011_07_24_1407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyixkhbSfo/TnZP3SgZWZI/AAAAAAAACAE/NWWA6uby2Q8/s320/2011_07_24_1407.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;All my kids are beach bums...maybe we should rethink the living in Utah thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V76HaZf8E3w/TnZP4xJ1w3I/AAAAAAAACAI/ZX_64yqVIT4/s1600/2011_07_24_1412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V76HaZf8E3w/TnZP4xJ1w3I/AAAAAAAACAI/ZX_64yqVIT4/s320/2011_07_24_1412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--w5YjXTVf_M/TnZP6gKxyKI/AAAAAAAACAM/Zd76NNL99mk/s1600/2011_07_24_1416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--w5YjXTVf_M/TnZP6gKxyKI/AAAAAAAACAM/Zd76NNL99mk/s320/2011_07_24_1416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6VvN88zy3g/TnZP8Ykd_VI/AAAAAAAACAQ/ZhzBBna_B_c/s1600/2011_07_24_1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6VvN88zy3g/TnZP8Ykd_VI/AAAAAAAACAQ/ZhzBBna_B_c/s320/2011_07_24_1420.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some highlights from our week... icecream walks each night, breakfast at Charlie's Chili, Pizza at Bj's, and playing with cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqk_3eXPstM/TnZQB6fnz2I/AAAAAAAACAU/_z3lqy3o8pI/s1600/2011_07_25_1425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqk_3eXPstM/TnZQB6fnz2I/AAAAAAAACAU/_z3lqy3o8pI/s320/2011_07_25_1425.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUS3qqIfb-E/TnZQKfuHpKI/AAAAAAAACAY/IP6DqOiwIJg/s1600/2011_07_25_2233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUS3qqIfb-E/TnZQKfuHpKI/AAAAAAAACAY/IP6DqOiwIJg/s320/2011_07_25_2233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXkobQwRWF8/TnZQPHRB4WI/AAAAAAAACAc/y0K6w7Lhv3w/s1600/2011_07_25_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXkobQwRWF8/TnZQPHRB4WI/AAAAAAAACAc/y0K6w7Lhv3w/s320/2011_07_25_2262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDuvBhsDjoM/TnZQT3K8sqI/AAAAAAAACAg/7Qv7aItsLhY/s1600/2011_07_27_1434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDuvBhsDjoM/TnZQT3K8sqI/AAAAAAAACAg/7Qv7aItsLhY/s320/2011_07_27_1434.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9mbwCzH2Mw/TnZQV0UNa4I/AAAAAAAACAk/hdAAnhyQd8Y/s1600/2011_07_29_1455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9mbwCzH2Mw/TnZQV0UNa4I/AAAAAAAACAk/hdAAnhyQd8Y/s320/2011_07_29_1455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We returned from New Port Beach, unpacked, washed, and re packed to leave to San Antonio, Texas. My Dad lives there currently, and we went to spend some time with him. I will preface these pictures by saying Texas was in a heat wave, and its August.... so YES, we are HOT! It was 107 each day we were there. Dad... we really love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0deW4vaqjk/TnZQhBX7m6I/AAAAAAAACAo/PM7XHpynzmE/s1600/2011_08_09_1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0deW4vaqjk/TnZQhBX7m6I/AAAAAAAACAo/PM7XHpynzmE/s320/2011_08_09_1461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Downtown San Antonio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW9M8XXTXRk/TnZQlFQLLbI/AAAAAAAACAs/DZ2VNHyW3dI/s1600/2011_08_10_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AW9M8XXTXRk/TnZQlFQLLbI/AAAAAAAACAs/DZ2VNHyW3dI/s320/2011_08_10_1469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Alamo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QArjBGL0WA/TnZQmjr5zgI/AAAAAAAACAw/KpPSKxITMKY/s1600/2011_08_10_1475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QArjBGL0WA/TnZQmjr5zgI/AAAAAAAACAw/KpPSKxITMKY/s320/2011_08_10_1475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taking a boat ride on the RiverWalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qG8_bBTll5g/TnZQrsxkPjI/AAAAAAAACA0/o-bDIqlHU90/s1600/2011_08_11_1490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qG8_bBTll5g/TnZQrsxkPjI/AAAAAAAACA0/o-bDIqlHU90/s320/2011_08_11_1490.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Visiting some Caverns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzQlHDjjP28/TnZQtocaPII/AAAAAAAACA4/wAiI9FR7Ktg/s1600/2011_08_11_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NzQlHDjjP28/TnZQtocaPII/AAAAAAAACA4/wAiI9FR7Ktg/s320/2011_08_11_1503.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Father and my Sibs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhqH5acQuN4/TnZQyBBpGeI/AAAAAAAACA8/BgDh5eamNvQ/s1600/2011_08_11_1526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qhqH5acQuN4/TnZQyBBpGeI/AAAAAAAACA8/BgDh5eamNvQ/s320/2011_08_11_1526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Panning for Rocks... a highlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-x5jH10zcY/TnZQ2Nvn8-I/AAAAAAAACBA/grkgrlXzk7I/s1600/2011_08_12_1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-x5jH10zcY/TnZQ2Nvn8-I/AAAAAAAACBA/grkgrlXzk7I/s320/2011_08_12_1537.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sea World... San Antonio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAmV_Nio89c/TnZQ4m6XFrI/AAAAAAAACBE/Sr6U0bHxhJ8/s1600/2011_08_12_1541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAmV_Nio89c/TnZQ4m6XFrI/AAAAAAAACBE/Sr6U0bHxhJ8/s320/2011_08_12_1541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sea World Rides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HquxFQxzIik/TnZQ7elDf-I/AAAAAAAACBI/st6BMe543Gk/s1600/2011_08_12_1553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HquxFQxzIik/TnZQ7elDf-I/AAAAAAAACBI/st6BMe543Gk/s320/2011_08_12_1553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feeding the Dolphins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RpvbuZKsLo/TnZQ_OGTvvI/AAAAAAAACBM/AWGrXm5C5B0/s1600/2011_08_12_1560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RpvbuZKsLo/TnZQ_OGTvvI/AAAAAAAACBM/AWGrXm5C5B0/s320/2011_08_12_1560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Easton is showing Mom all the fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7iVuBpDg-A/TnZRIDbqJtI/AAAAAAAACBQ/CYPqE6XLO2Q/s1600/2011_08_13_1579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7iVuBpDg-A/TnZRIDbqJtI/AAAAAAAACBQ/CYPqE6XLO2Q/s320/2011_08_13_1579.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Easton loved, I mean loved Shamu! He was so excited to get one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Another mommy milestone. Parker is going into Kindergarten. We went to see who his teacher would be and visit the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvTppH3ybDw/TnZRRlbEiUI/AAAAAAAACBU/S4uNwr5PR7g/s1600/2011_08_19_1649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvTppH3ybDw/TnZRRlbEiUI/AAAAAAAACBU/S4uNwr5PR7g/s320/2011_08_19_1649.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qvtE4Xrmxc/TnZRSy4mE8I/AAAAAAAACBY/c4vdDCSWKDs/s1600/2011_08_19_1650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qvtE4Xrmxc/TnZRSy4mE8I/AAAAAAAACBY/c4vdDCSWKDs/s320/2011_08_19_1650.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Of course, Brylee can not be left out. Brylee started Pre-School. She was not quite 3, but after meeting her, they made an exception. She is so excited!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQjunBts79M/TnZRV8EVZ4I/AAAAAAAACBc/xuifzham2BM/s1600/2011_08_22_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQjunBts79M/TnZRV8EVZ4I/AAAAAAAACBc/xuifzham2BM/s320/2011_08_22_1651.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWcKNdP5YSM/TnZRXI1_rdI/AAAAAAAACBg/vqeFsXCikgI/s1600/2011_08_22_1652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWcKNdP5YSM/TnZRXI1_rdI/AAAAAAAACBg/vqeFsXCikgI/s320/2011_08_22_1652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAT-9V9krZI/TnZRZ7ImbhI/AAAAAAAACBk/7nFkHtL0zGU/s1600/2011_08_22_1653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LAT-9V9krZI/TnZRZ7ImbhI/AAAAAAAACBk/7nFkHtL0zGU/s320/2011_08_22_1653.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fall... also means its back to Soccer games on Saturday mornings. Parker is all set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5Dc8AkoPTg/TnZRa6C86WI/AAAAAAAACBo/ExUW-CPuwNI/s1600/2011_08_26_1655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5Dc8AkoPTg/TnZRa6C86WI/AAAAAAAACBo/ExUW-CPuwNI/s320/2011_08_26_1655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mai-n7ezyWg/TnZRca0SsrI/AAAAAAAACBs/95mkFKtyh_M/s1600/2011_08_26_1656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mai-n7ezyWg/TnZRca0SsrI/AAAAAAAACBs/95mkFKtyh_M/s320/2011_08_26_1656.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As a farewell to Summer, we spent a day at the zoo. As a special summer promotion, the zoo had been infested by dinosaurs. They looked so good, that my kids were scared of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_KF6WU_vUw/TnZRmukWikI/AAAAAAAACBw/TIplxVPfnHA/s1600/2011_08_27_1657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_KF6WU_vUw/TnZRmukWikI/AAAAAAAACBw/TIplxVPfnHA/s320/2011_08_27_1657.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIWCWrm8a6s/TnZRoUpaZqI/AAAAAAAACB0/VFD8BSGYhP4/s1600/2011_08_27_1660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIWCWrm8a6s/TnZRoUpaZqI/AAAAAAAACB0/VFD8BSGYhP4/s320/2011_08_27_1660.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K85Rfd9i2hQ/TnZRtZi6bMI/AAAAAAAACB4/OognddfzI0I/s1600/2011_08_27_1686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K85Rfd9i2hQ/TnZRtZi6bMI/AAAAAAAACB4/OognddfzI0I/s320/2011_08_27_1686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7cZ1GwoBpE/TnZRuuXQCgI/AAAAAAAACB8/NfgVht2mPsA/s1600/2011_08_27_1688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7cZ1GwoBpE/TnZRuuXQCgI/AAAAAAAACB8/NfgVht2mPsA/s320/2011_08_27_1688.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYh4n6tv_h0/TnZRwHkkENI/AAAAAAAACCA/9TFi19ycOLg/s1600/2011_08_27_1689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYh4n6tv_h0/TnZRwHkkENI/AAAAAAAACCA/9TFi19ycOLg/s320/2011_08_27_1689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker's first day of Kindergarten. So many of the moms were crying...I however was not. I love my son, but I am so happy he is finally going to school, I only wish we had all day Kindergarten. What is up with this 3 hour crap. :) &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFag7uQVu8/TnZRzA042YI/AAAAAAAACCE/upTH4r19fyE/s1600/2011_08_29_1690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXFag7uQVu8/TnZRzA042YI/AAAAAAAACCE/upTH4r19fyE/s320/2011_08_29_1690.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b40HVhuovzk/TnZR03BQqqI/AAAAAAAACCI/wBzuSp5Djw8/s1600/2011_08_29_1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b40HVhuovzk/TnZR03BQqqI/AAAAAAAACCI/wBzuSp5Djw8/s320/2011_08_29_1691.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Labor Day Family Reunion. My kids had so much fun this weekend. Easton had all the sticks he could ever want. Brylee did not have to get her hair done, and Parker could run around with his cousins looking for snakes. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqa8ubUvEZ8/TnZSAih42OI/AAAAAAAACCM/mr_3YfDBOkc/s1600/2011_09_03_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqa8ubUvEZ8/TnZSAih42OI/AAAAAAAACCM/mr_3YfDBOkc/s320/2011_09_03_1696.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8fwOCFx5zw/TnZSFAKClpI/AAAAAAAACCQ/hcaGhoiHYRA/s1600/2011_09_03_1705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8fwOCFx5zw/TnZSFAKClpI/AAAAAAAACCQ/hcaGhoiHYRA/s320/2011_09_03_1705.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A50lSO6_upk/TnZSG20N1bI/AAAAAAAACCU/1qr2UUSAcDU/s1600/2011_09_03_1706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A50lSO6_upk/TnZSG20N1bI/AAAAAAAACCU/1qr2UUSAcDU/s320/2011_09_03_1706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkfNVVtBrtI/TnZSId3BRPI/AAAAAAAACCY/vW_cljKdtRg/s1600/2011_09_03_1702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkfNVVtBrtI/TnZSId3BRPI/AAAAAAAACCY/vW_cljKdtRg/s320/2011_09_03_1702.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKM2lYeouKg/TnZSNtkcEJI/AAAAAAAACCc/WFB4GmnxPV4/s1600/2011_09_04_1721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKM2lYeouKg/TnZSNtkcEJI/AAAAAAAACCc/WFB4GmnxPV4/s320/2011_09_04_1721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT_Gzteyx3c/TnZSP75jU6I/AAAAAAAACCg/64rBFImm1_c/s1600/2011_09_04_1724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OT_Gzteyx3c/TnZSP75jU6I/AAAAAAAACCg/64rBFImm1_c/s320/2011_09_04_1724.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend did have one sad moment... my cousin, Kaden, left for his mission the Wednesday following our reunion. We will all miss him, but it will be especially hard for Landon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0Fud2aK3Y/TnZSValhhzI/AAAAAAAACCk/87X0SjSN6Ko/s1600/2011_09_05_1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0Fud2aK3Y/TnZSValhhzI/AAAAAAAACCk/87X0SjSN6Ko/s320/2011_09_05_1726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our little princess turns 3! True to her nature, she wore a skirt, and sparkly shoes. We had a princess party....at stinky chuck-e-cheese. She is lucky we love her so much. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnA0ECZzWGs/TnZSbnNp8DI/AAAAAAAACCo/tC4p7dSTy4A/s1600/2011_09_10_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnA0ECZzWGs/TnZSbnNp8DI/AAAAAAAACCo/tC4p7dSTy4A/s320/2011_09_10_2285.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLwQ4Qn_Fu0/TnZSd6xiYtI/AAAAAAAACCs/FSh56mgCnT0/s1600/2011_09_10_2280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLwQ4Qn_Fu0/TnZSd6xiYtI/AAAAAAAACCs/FSh56mgCnT0/s320/2011_09_10_2280.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rKYOy3XvV9c/TnZSj9fBzmI/AAAAAAAACCw/BOiHKD8BbI4/s1600/2011_09_10_2283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was unable to go due to some conflicts in my schedule, so Dad had all the kiddos on his own. Luckily my sisters and sister-in-law were there to lend a helping hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89P_V7C0TU8/Tf5c-HIMR7I/AAAAAAAAB98/MKrWNOTb6mw/s1600/photo12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620031607140009906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89P_V7C0TU8/Tf5c-HIMR7I/AAAAAAAAB98/MKrWNOTb6mw/s320/photo12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos enjoying the sun. It was super hot for them, especially since its been rainy and cold up at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO_lxuVQPJE/Tf5c1cNHPbI/AAAAAAAAB90/Ny6zUBIEs-o/s1600/photo9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620031458178973106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO_lxuVQPJE/Tf5c1cNHPbI/AAAAAAAAB90/Ny6zUBIEs-o/s320/photo9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dressed up and out to see "The Little Mermaid" at Tuchan Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlVu0r9nugg/Tf5ctS26NfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/jsVfkSYX5c0/s1600/photo8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620031318230971890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlVu0r9nugg/Tf5ctS26NfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/jsVfkSYX5c0/s320/photo8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton relaxing in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R28vSU5rOuc/Tf5csd2ESKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/eV7kS1qtM3E/s1600/photo11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620031304000358562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R28vSU5rOuc/Tf5csd2ESKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/eV7kS1qtM3E/s320/photo11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bro-in-law, taking our whale for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eL-5ZCpu1iM/Tf5cIQf219I/AAAAAAAAB88/P3QroZAg6Dw/s1600/photo10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030681942251474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eL-5ZCpu1iM/Tf5cIQf219I/AAAAAAAAB88/P3QroZAg6Dw/s320/photo10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, it was a one way trip for the whale. Poor Shamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpTi7LEoMHI/Tf5cH5fDhoI/AAAAAAAAB80/uVbkRictyVQ/s1600/photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030675764872834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PpTi7LEoMHI/Tf5cH5fDhoI/AAAAAAAAB80/uVbkRictyVQ/s320/photo3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and Bryce posing for a pic to send to Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R40lBo-NOwc/Tf5cGWfnaVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/DC3PmIjUOFQ/s1600/photo7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030649192114514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R40lBo-NOwc/Tf5cGWfnaVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/DC3PmIjUOFQ/s320/photo7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Cousins... Brylee and Aubrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TCGQxfcXCw/Tf5cFYJlvHI/AAAAAAAAB8k/BDZB0HQRCQw/s1600/photo6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620030632456731762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TCGQxfcXCw/Tf5cFYJlvHI/AAAAAAAAB8k/BDZB0HQRCQw/s320/photo6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twiners! Easton and Casen getting ready for bed, and realizing they have the same jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-4100279434429669922?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4100279434429669922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=4100279434429669922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4100279434429669922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4100279434429669922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-geroge-trip-minus-mom.html' title='St. Geroge Trip, minus Mom'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89P_V7C0TU8/Tf5c-HIMR7I/AAAAAAAAB98/MKrWNOTb6mw/s72-c/photo12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6320798823694043669</id><published>2011-06-19T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:13:56.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Pre-School Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have reached a milestone... Parker is done with Pre-School! Yay Parker! At the end of March, we went to his class for his graduation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6LSHsE1VNE/Tf5WaDS1TwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/9VySt3kYNyg/s1600/2011_05_27_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024390565842690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6LSHsE1VNE/Tf5WaDS1TwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/9VySt3kYNyg/s320/2011_05_27_1038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker, Easton, and I. I was working the day of his graduation, so I left work and ran to his school and then back to work. Unfortunately, I was late getting away, so I arrived late to Parker's graduation. As I arrived, I saw that they were watching a movie, so I thought I could just sneak in... oh no! Parker noticed when I walked in, he stood up, and loudly announced, " Mommy you just missed it all." So much for sneaking in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXQvcqFTuvk/Tf5WZuuW35I/AAAAAAAAB8U/eeqqoT9jjX0/s1600/2011_05_27_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024385044144018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXQvcqFTuvk/Tf5WZuuW35I/AAAAAAAAB8U/eeqqoT9jjX0/s320/2011_05_27_1039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I did miss the program, and the video of pictures from the year, but, I made it in time to see Parker get his diploma. And thats what counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpA5UKvFgjg/Tf5WQj1WT_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/PUm2u_FN-zI/s1600/2011_05_27_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024227501854706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpA5UKvFgjg/Tf5WQj1WT_I/AAAAAAAAB8M/PUm2u_FN-zI/s320/2011_05_27_1040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and his teacher, Mrs. Mower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b4U5P4zA2Y/Tf5WQeIXD0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/ySXXatmepM8/s1600/2011_05_27_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024225970982722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4b4U5P4zA2Y/Tf5WQeIXD0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/ySXXatmepM8/s320/2011_05_27_1041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and his best friend, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vRT-d_lchY/Tf5WPw3AH0I/AAAAAAAAB78/HWTnvNkZ5kY/s1600/2011_05_27_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024213818580802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vRT-d_lchY/Tf5WPw3AH0I/AAAAAAAAB78/HWTnvNkZ5kY/s320/2011_05_27_1042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our crazy family. We are so proud of you Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzE6Z7G3jxE/Tf5WPQB_kXI/AAAAAAAAB70/Z-M8MOVp3Y8/s1600/2011_05_27_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024205006311794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KzE6Z7G3jxE/Tf5WPQB_kXI/AAAAAAAAB70/Z-M8MOVp3Y8/s320/2011_05_27_1043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7153905196297646220-6320798823694043669?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6320798823694043669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6320798823694043669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6320798823694043669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6320798823694043669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/parkers-pre-school-graduation.html' title='Parker&apos;s Pre-School Graduation'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6LSHsE1VNE/Tf5WaDS1TwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/9VySt3kYNyg/s72-c/2011_05_27_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6323771050467533373</id><published>2011-05-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:37:45.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Girls Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love, love, love, Wicked! And I love, love, love, Girl Trips, so this past weekend was a dream when I got both! I saw Wicked for the first time last Summer in New York City, and I became a loyal and enthusiastic fan. Therefore, I wanted to share the experience with my fam. So, for Mother's Day I took my mom and sisters to see Wicked. Since, it was not playing in Salt Lake, we road tripped it to Boise, Idaho. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yh-zsNpG3M/TdlCHARw0nI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ErwIcMLRbYg/s1600/imagesCAQ7LS7F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587498967683698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yh-zsNpG3M/TdlCHARw0nI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ErwIcMLRbYg/s320/imagesCAQ7LS7F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The drive from Highland, Utah to Boise, Idaho is about 5 hours. Our "Girls Trip" consisted of 8 lovely ladies in 2 vehicles. Though I am not a fan of driving, we had a great time. Thanks to Shari and Steph, I was caught up on the whole season of Celebrity Apprentice. We feel for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meatloaf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9gNDKGtK5I/TdlCGx4oEyI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/EVsrOLdDH5k/s1600/2011_05_13_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587495104156450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9gNDKGtK5I/TdlCGx4oEyI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/EVsrOLdDH5k/s320/2011_05_13_1025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside of Twin Falls is Shoshone Falls. It is the "Niagura Falls of the West." However, unlike Niagara, these falls will dry up throughout the summer. So, the prime time to see them is during the spring run off, and lucky for us, that was just the time we were driving by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVINaMX_7s8/TdlCGsWTs3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ut9qM0D9DIU/s1600/2011_05_13_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587493618037618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVINaMX_7s8/TdlCGsWTs3I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ut9qM0D9DIU/s320/2011_05_13_1028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group posing by the Falls, however, we are so large, we are blocking them! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuLNWGHjOUo/TdlCGNw_GlI/AAAAAAAAB7I/DKPw7z5UD2Q/s1600/2011_05_13_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587485408434770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuLNWGHjOUo/TdlCGNw_GlI/AAAAAAAAB7I/DKPw7z5UD2Q/s320/2011_05_13_1029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom and sister-in-law, Lesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izx5iLFQVFY/TdlB5tnmI9I/AAAAAAAAB68/fClFAeI-HPc/s1600/2011_05_13_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587270620685266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izx5iLFQVFY/TdlB5tnmI9I/AAAAAAAAB68/fClFAeI-HPc/s320/2011_05_13_1030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the Falls... they were pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeg8Pq88Pjw/TdlB5AkORCI/AAAAAAAAB60/XfbbisklGCQ/s1600/2011_05_13_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587258526942242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeg8Pq88Pjw/TdlB5AkORCI/AAAAAAAAB60/XfbbisklGCQ/s320/2011_05_13_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A rainbow over the bottom of the Falls. I think my Grandma wanted in on this girl trip too. Miss you Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two years going to school in Idaho. So, I still have many friends who live there. One of my best nuring friends, Lisa, lives outside of Boise. We met for lunch and to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5YloolSnp0/TdlB4jF3xkI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Gio_PW8CIHs/s1600/2011_05_14_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587250615010882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5YloolSnp0/TdlB4jF3xkI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Gio_PW8CIHs/s320/2011_05_14_1032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the group having lunch with Lisa and her two daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WreHA47dB6c/TdlB3-Fr4YI/AAAAAAAAB6k/NntlzeLy3ns/s1600/2011_05_14_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609587240682119554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WreHA47dB6c/TdlB3-Fr4YI/AAAAAAAAB6k/NntlzeLy3ns/s320/2011_05_14_1033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 cute girls are Lisa's daughters. I wont list there names, but the one on the left just turned 9! That amazes me, because I have known her since she was a baby. I can not believe how fast time flies. Her daughter on the right, I met for the first time today. I can not believe that Lisa and I have gone that long without seeing each other. I need to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZQ8typb0UY/TdlBoHD3HrI/AAAAAAAAB6c/UVJJDFm_GFw/s1600/2011_05_14_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586968212479666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OZQ8typb0UY/TdlBoHD3HrI/AAAAAAAAB6c/UVJJDFm_GFw/s320/2011_05_14_1034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That night we decided to live it up, and so we went to dinner at the Melting Pot. It is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toozbYSAgjU/TdlBnX6mRHI/AAAAAAAAB6U/lIx3zxV8O4M/s1600/2011_05_14_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586955557160050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toozbYSAgjU/TdlBnX6mRHI/AAAAAAAAB6U/lIx3zxV8O4M/s320/2011_05_14_1035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom enjoying her Mother's Day gift. Love you Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we caught a movie and went back to our hotel to sleep. I was not feeling well, so me and Nyquil bonded, and Steph and Jami had girl talk. Supposly, I fell asleep mid sentence... From what I heard, the other rooms had a good night too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWMNd3sTF5I/TdlBmivUGXI/AAAAAAAAB6M/OsZvmvFBxpk/s1600/2011_05_14_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586941282752882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWMNd3sTF5I/TdlBmivUGXI/AAAAAAAAB6M/OsZvmvFBxpk/s320/2011_05_14_1036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day we had lunch at "Old Chichago." They had excellent pizza. I wish I could have tasted it more. I was still not feeling well...but it was Wicked day, so nothing was stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;R-&amp;gt; L Steph, Jami, Me, and Jenni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSJIdnzoY2k/TdlBmWfpRlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/KY44JJs9IZs/s1600/2011_05_14_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586937995806290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSJIdnzoY2k/TdlBmWfpRlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/KY44JJs9IZs/s320/2011_05_14_1037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other side of the table. My mom, sister, Shari, and sister-in-law, Lesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-BZm9c67uU/TdlBQuox5gI/AAAAAAAAB58/TQet8Orq2Zc/s1600/hotmail3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586566519449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-BZm9c67uU/TdlBQuox5gI/AAAAAAAAB58/TQet8Orq2Zc/s320/hotmail3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of the stage. Cameras were"strictly forbidden" so I was risking getting kicked out of Wicked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlGIP2mwTyU/TdlBQE6PWEI/AAAAAAAAB50/5sHSV6mowsk/s1600/hotmail2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586555318392898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hlGIP2mwTyU/TdlBQE6PWEI/AAAAAAAAB50/5sHSV6mowsk/s320/hotmail2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all ready. Mom, Katie, and Jenni all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vHz1rLjyxc/TdlBPfJOzII/AAAAAAAAB5s/H3yFEx-Q6rM/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586545180724354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vHz1rLjyxc/TdlBPfJOzII/AAAAAAAAB5s/H3yFEx-Q6rM/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shari and Lesha are first timers, so they are so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17Sx5c9Y7F0/TdlBOt8gjgI/AAAAAAAAB5k/53KgZvp9FFA/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609586531974024706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17Sx5c9Y7F0/TdlBOt8gjgI/AAAAAAAAB5k/53KgZvp9FFA/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steph and I are pumped too. Yay! The only downer about this day, was now our girls trip was over. However, I am making plans for another one soon. And the musical, Wicked, was as wonderful as the first time. And, I already know when I will be seeing Wicked again... Jami and I have tickets for Salt Lake in August 2012. ( Yes we are sick, and a little obsessive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-6323771050467533373?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6323771050467533373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6323771050467533373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6323771050467533373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6323771050467533373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/wicked-girls-trip.html' title='Wicked Girls Trip!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yh-zsNpG3M/TdlCHARw0nI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ErwIcMLRbYg/s72-c/imagesCAQ7LS7F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3432387154044516385</id><published>2011-05-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:42:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easton's First Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; spent his birthday day cheering me on during my bike race. However, that night was all about him. We went to dinner at his favorite place, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zuppas&lt;/span&gt;, for dinner. The whole Atkinson Clan joined us as well. It was yummy, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; loved it! We then went to play at Chuck-e- Cheese. And finally, we had rented a swimming pool, for swim party with the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUqiQ4SiDRU/TdR4KJXTotI/AAAAAAAAB5c/a-b90TV5Zdc/s1600/2011_05_07_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239551690810066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUqiQ4SiDRU/TdR4KJXTotI/AAAAAAAAB5c/a-b90TV5Zdc/s320/2011_05_07_0967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is trying to decide if he likes the strawberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---XRuYR7q0g/TdR4J96oPUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/YyMLP_YA2Zk/s1600/2011_05_07_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239548617735490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---XRuYR7q0g/TdR4J96oPUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/YyMLP_YA2Zk/s320/2011_05_07_0968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep... he liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3obKxsixD9s/TdR4JWKtp0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/x6niAfKEkZ0/s1600/2011_05_07_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239537947780930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3obKxsixD9s/TdR4JWKtp0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/x6niAfKEkZ0/s320/2011_05_07_0969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Damily&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWEVUxcOYVE/TdR4JB8vvgI/AAAAAAAAB5E/ARtVb_3a0jc/s1600/2011_05_07_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239532520488450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWEVUxcOYVE/TdR4JB8vvgI/AAAAAAAAB5E/ARtVb_3a0jc/s320/2011_05_07_0970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... yes we went to the dreaded Chuck-e-Cheese. And though it is chaos, and smells like feet, I got two weeks worth of good behavior from my older two, so we went. And of course, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6lAUn2SIzQ/TdR3wlmu5yI/AAAAAAAAB48/tRZ8TxQm1HY/s1600/2011_05_07_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239112595105570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6lAUn2SIzQ/TdR3wlmu5yI/AAAAAAAAB48/tRZ8TxQm1HY/s320/2011_05_07_0971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, is my one year old, enjoying the rides. The scary thing is, I use to go to Chuck-e-&lt;br /&gt;Cheese for my birthdays as a kid. 30 plus years of Chuck-e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nq2ZySqyTg8/TdR3wahQ5II/AAAAAAAAB40/FY_o6FJlmw4/s1600/2011_05_07_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239109619377282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nq2ZySqyTg8/TdR3wahQ5II/AAAAAAAAB40/FY_o6FJlmw4/s320/2011_05_07_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBJR34K0ldw/TdR3wJshrwI/AAAAAAAAB4s/KHSFdJq0k-c/s1600/2011_05_07_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239105103212290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBJR34K0ldw/TdR3wJshrwI/AAAAAAAAB4s/KHSFdJq0k-c/s320/2011_05_07_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt;, cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt;, and friend, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paislee&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the simulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsE1Sy_YTs0/TdR3vgSii8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/zF1xwltP0jY/s1600/2011_05_07_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239093988363202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsE1Sy_YTs0/TdR3vgSii8I/AAAAAAAAB4k/zF1xwltP0jY/s320/2011_05_07_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; enjoying yet another ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCcv1abcwIE/TdR3YF5fiUI/AAAAAAAAB4c/ovzlKzAwV94/s1600/2011_05_07_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238691766995266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCcv1abcwIE/TdR3YF5fiUI/AAAAAAAAB4c/ovzlKzAwV94/s320/2011_05_07_0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winning the jackpot with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOp7byW5h5I/TdR3X1bLpiI/AAAAAAAAB4U/OuIhQzSO0pU/s1600/2011_05_07_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238687344895522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOp7byW5h5I/TdR3X1bLpiI/AAAAAAAAB4U/OuIhQzSO0pU/s320/2011_05_07_0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Bryce's Birthday is one week before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt;. To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;simplify&lt;/span&gt; the trips to our house this year, we had Bryce's cake at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. Its a little cheesy, but its the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLjHrh9c-yE/TdR3XmGkQsI/AAAAAAAAB4M/el5z-Nan2m8/s1600/2011_05_07_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238683231896258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLjHrh9c-yE/TdR3XmGkQsI/AAAAAAAAB4M/el5z-Nan2m8/s320/2011_05_07_0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Cake. He did not have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; birthday, but its the closes I could get to "ocean" theme. It was made of all cupcakes. And no, I did not make it. Harmon's did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm5n8EUCAFw/TdR3XGpqySI/AAAAAAAAB4E/J_MNZCeq8Cc/s1600/2011_05_07_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238674789189922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm5n8EUCAFw/TdR3XGpqySI/AAAAAAAAB4E/J_MNZCeq8Cc/s320/2011_05_07_0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; very own smash cake. Another wonderful thing about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harmons&lt;/span&gt;. They provide this cake for free. I have gotten one for all my kiddos. They think they are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gjv5Rub7QE/TdR2_xhgC2I/AAAAAAAAB38/uvAXMy2uj5g/s1600/2011_05_07_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238273980795746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gjv5Rub7QE/TdR2_xhgC2I/AAAAAAAAB38/uvAXMy2uj5g/s320/2011_05_07_0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My table center pieces. And yes, its a real goldfish. I know, I was a little out of control, but the fish were a hit! ( And they all went to good homes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MD80RmzxLI/TdR2_stH6FI/AAAAAAAAB30/GbpHIAwr8sM/s1600/2011_05_07_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238272687368274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MD80RmzxLI/TdR2_stH6FI/AAAAAAAAB30/GbpHIAwr8sM/s320/2011_05_07_0980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our party room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcCU-lX2r_M/TdR2--W4QLI/AAAAAAAAB3s/mqz2C6wOD6Q/s1600/2011_05_07_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238260246036658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcCU-lX2r_M/TdR2--W4QLI/AAAAAAAAB3s/mqz2C6wOD6Q/s320/2011_05_07_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with Grandpa Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZxH5e0UOnA/TdR2-uFVexI/AAAAAAAAB3k/0zQ_2fkhyZw/s1600/2011_05_07_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238255877487378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZxH5e0UOnA/TdR2-uFVexI/AAAAAAAAB3k/0zQ_2fkhyZw/s320/2011_05_07_0982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce spent quite awhile trying to hang the fishing nets, so I wanted to show off his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNYckiOk0g/TdR2jxTBFiI/AAAAAAAAB3c/DKMzKPDl2CQ/s1600/2011_05_07_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608237792883709474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNYckiOk0g/TdR2jxTBFiI/AAAAAAAAB3c/DKMzKPDl2CQ/s320/2011_05_07_0983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The treat table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gix8EB7kdPs/TdR2jqRcGBI/AAAAAAAAB3U/a8EIviLOj0E/s1600/2011_05_07_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608237790998042642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gix8EB7kdPs/TdR2jqRcGBI/AAAAAAAAB3U/a8EIviLOj0E/s320/2011_05_07_0984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we all know that I am not the artsy crafty type. So, this is a proud moment for me... I made the candy dishes. I think they turned out really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E15PIIXRFS8/TdR2jCRy-dI/AAAAAAAAB3M/43j3aoDITJY/s1600/2011_05_07_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608237780262123986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E15PIIXRFS8/TdR2jCRy-dI/AAAAAAAAB3M/43j3aoDITJY/s320/2011_05_07_0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let the party begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DOFwn59K3U/TdR2izx5MSI/AAAAAAAAB3E/segZw37n3bc/s1600/2011_05_07_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608237776370217250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DOFwn59K3U/TdR2izx5MSI/AAAAAAAAB3E/segZw37n3bc/s320/2011_05_07_0986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the pool we rented. The kids love it. Especially the water slide in the back left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9mXW88zxzE/TdR1qgmkuYI/AAAAAAAAB28/so23DiMudU8/s1600/2011_05_07_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236809149790594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9mXW88zxzE/TdR1qgmkuYI/AAAAAAAAB28/so23DiMudU8/s320/2011_05_07_0987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Brother Parker enjoying the water! All my kids are fish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_yb_YOHSOk/TdR1qPoW0HI/AAAAAAAAB20/ZcxFtEcE_9Y/s1600/2011_05_07_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236804593864818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--_yb_YOHSOk/TdR1qPoW0HI/AAAAAAAAB20/ZcxFtEcE_9Y/s320/2011_05_07_0988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; heading down the slide with Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oLweM8KxUU/TdR1p9XuIBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/s8PIbUkHH6A/s1600/2011_05_07_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236799692251154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oLweM8KxUU/TdR1p9XuIBI/AAAAAAAAB2s/s8PIbUkHH6A/s320/2011_05_07_0989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles after getting off the water slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGiHi9yTkiI/TdR1plqcsSI/AAAAAAAAB2k/qyz7axY7oVc/s1600/2011_05_07_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236793328349474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGiHi9yTkiI/TdR1plqcsSI/AAAAAAAAB2k/qyz7axY7oVc/s320/2011_05_07_0990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is that crazy tongue... he has his eye on something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbwCrpUla4E/TdR1NKoGExI/AAAAAAAAB2c/YUj-LkB0amc/s1600/2011_05_07_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236305034384146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbwCrpUla4E/TdR1NKoGExI/AAAAAAAAB2c/YUj-LkB0amc/s320/2011_05_07_0991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep... he is after the fish! He loved them. ( Your welcome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ttYvS75Qw8/TdR1Mq6FttI/AAAAAAAAB2U/7EWnCzvVA7o/s1600/2011_05_07_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236296519923410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ttYvS75Qw8/TdR1Mq6FttI/AAAAAAAAB2U/7EWnCzvVA7o/s320/2011_05_07_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off his " 1" Bib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JicLI2h-mgc/TdR1MehFaNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/3vExYI7mdOY/s1600/2011_05_07_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236293193820370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JicLI2h-mgc/TdR1MehFaNI/AAAAAAAAB2M/3vExYI7mdOY/s320/2011_05_07_0994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom bringing out the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CkRMkOr43A/TdR1L35Tk7I/AAAAAAAAB2E/DhWzqstpGmQ/s1600/2011_05_07_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608236282826429362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1CkRMkOr43A/TdR1L35Tk7I/AAAAAAAAB2E/DhWzqstpGmQ/s320/2011_05_07_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to You... Notice Parker posed to blow out his candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyw4IwKG0g8/TdR0xK9-7kI/AAAAAAAAB18/AJilup9jx_4/s1600/2011_05_07_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235824089853506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyw4IwKG0g8/TdR0xK9-7kI/AAAAAAAAB18/AJilup9jx_4/s320/2011_05_07_0996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; wants to eat cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29OH61XkGNg/TdR0wxicoRI/AAAAAAAAB10/mJ3ye-VsvLg/s1600/2011_05_07_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235817263472914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29OH61XkGNg/TdR0wxicoRI/AAAAAAAAB10/mJ3ye-VsvLg/s320/2011_05_07_0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce taking a minute to blow out his candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Osi4pX4-O4M/TdR0wtbjNmI/AAAAAAAAB1s/VDyOeHY5xGk/s1600/2011_05_07_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235816160802402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Osi4pX4-O4M/TdR0wtbjNmI/AAAAAAAAB1s/VDyOeHY5xGk/s320/2011_05_07_0998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time has come... first just a little taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eXsPXhf8Q8/TdR0wMn3q0I/AAAAAAAAB1k/8GXg1bue_qM/s1600/2011_05_07_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235807354104642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eXsPXhf8Q8/TdR0wMn3q0I/AAAAAAAAB1k/8GXg1bue_qM/s320/2011_05_07_0999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Intermission... to try to ditch the corny hat mom bought me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXztwUsQNmI/TdR0WyisybI/AAAAAAAAB1c/4fFcOQ6tLFA/s1600/2011_05_07_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235370856368562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXztwUsQNmI/TdR0WyisybI/AAAAAAAAB1c/4fFcOQ6tLFA/s320/2011_05_07_1000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with Great- Grandpa Saunders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8VqsmvQFTY/TdR0WkLvkVI/AAAAAAAAB1U/tXCAM394eZQ/s1600/2011_05_07_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235367001985362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8VqsmvQFTY/TdR0WkLvkVI/AAAAAAAAB1U/tXCAM394eZQ/s320/2011_05_07_1001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a full house. Thanks to all our family and friends who celebrated with us. We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkdesF_7B5c/TdR0WTzQqnI/AAAAAAAAB1M/hhBOoP0WhDg/s1600/2011_05_07_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235362604329586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkdesF_7B5c/TdR0WTzQqnI/AAAAAAAAB1M/hhBOoP0WhDg/s320/2011_05_07_1002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What goes better with cake then ice cream bars. Or just for once did I choose easy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj-wIw-fk4s/TdR0WHCKQSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/YtOh_yohSfw/s1600/2011_05_07_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235359177163042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj-wIw-fk4s/TdR0WHCKQSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/YtOh_yohSfw/s320/2011_05_07_1003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; posing with his aunts, Jenni and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lesha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yoPTmd1STk/TdRz6UwPXKI/AAAAAAAAB08/dGxX8dQqoKg/s1600/2011_05_07_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234881823759522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yoPTmd1STk/TdRz6UwPXKI/AAAAAAAAB08/dGxX8dQqoKg/s320/2011_05_07_1004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now he is getting the hang of it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHxPlRd0JX8/TdRz6HSmy5I/AAAAAAAAB00/mU8OMmRP_Oo/s1600/2011_05_07_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234878209805202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHxPlRd0JX8/TdRz6HSmy5I/AAAAAAAAB00/mU8OMmRP_Oo/s320/2011_05_07_1005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still so cute, even with a messy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSThpaPxz4Y/TdRz5rOlv9I/AAAAAAAAB0s/jQHYSCYqFhE/s1600/2011_05_07_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234870676766674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSThpaPxz4Y/TdRz5rOlv9I/AAAAAAAAB0s/jQHYSCYqFhE/s320/2011_05_07_1006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both fists... I could not get enough of him. He was having so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab5PL0kbPGM/TdRz5SyGZaI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qxCCTTpuxz8/s1600/2011_05_07_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234864114820514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ab5PL0kbPGM/TdRz5SyGZaI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qxCCTTpuxz8/s320/2011_05_07_1007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake was everywhere... in his ears, nose, hair, and all up his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYvIsDxaGBM/TdRzeXMchiI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ls8-LmYpn7k/s1600/2011_05_07_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234401442596386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYvIsDxaGBM/TdRzeXMchiI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ls8-LmYpn7k/s320/2011_05_07_1008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was done with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPC06x--tVc/TdRzd9w6pMI/AAAAAAAAB0U/xaTrpVJAGEw/s1600/2011_05_07_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234394616243394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPC06x--tVc/TdRzd9w6pMI/AAAAAAAAB0U/xaTrpVJAGEw/s320/2011_05_07_1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wants cake everynight for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu3GLa1D1NQ/TdRzds6ol9I/AAAAAAAAB0M/1S_DKzx8rU0/s1600/2011_05_07_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234390093600722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu3GLa1D1NQ/TdRzds6ol9I/AAAAAAAAB0M/1S_DKzx8rU0/s320/2011_05_07_1010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all the parties over, mommy steals a kiss before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvrxXqEfVwA/TdRzdcru8oI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eeNTni8XE8s/s1600/2011_05_11_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608234385736135298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LvrxXqEfVwA/TdRzdcru8oI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eeNTni8XE8s/s320/2011_05_11_1019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days after Easton's party we got around to opening his presents. He was so spoiled. Of course, Parker and Brylee were willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71ABAwRtBD8/TdRy5nCpGwI/AAAAAAAABz8/thHZZDZFeJg/s1600/2011_05_11_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608233770041285378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71ABAwRtBD8/TdRy5nCpGwI/AAAAAAAABz8/thHZZDZFeJg/s320/2011_05_11_1020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton loves, I mean loves, balls. Someone knew him to well. He loved this set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Zq6sccktQ/TdRy4oizTYI/AAAAAAAABz0/dZls12TVcb8/s1600/2011_05_11_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608233753264737666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Zq6sccktQ/TdRy4oizTYI/AAAAAAAABz0/dZls12TVcb8/s320/2011_05_11_1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with all his loot... Thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsdVZ-0e-5E/TdRy4d1wyeI/AAAAAAAABzs/UpHmDqbjhVE/s1600/2011_05_11_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608233750391474658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsdVZ-0e-5E/TdRy4d1wyeI/AAAAAAAABzs/UpHmDqbjhVE/s320/2011_05_11_1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding his 4 wheeler from Grandma Janna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izoi1ybfjH4/TdRy4MPbzZI/AAAAAAAABzk/xGOw0pdQGsA/s1600/2011_05_11_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608233745667313042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izoi1ybfjH4/TdRy4MPbzZI/AAAAAAAABzk/xGOw0pdQGsA/s320/2011_05_11_1023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family enjoying all the new gifts. Mommy and Daddy got Easton clothes, shoes, and a new wagon to ride in. He loves those too! Happy Birthday Easton! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-3432387154044516385?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3432387154044516385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3432387154044516385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3432387154044516385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3432387154044516385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/eastons-first-birthday.html' title='Easton&apos;s First Birthday!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUqiQ4SiDRU/TdR4KJXTotI/AAAAAAAAB5c/a-b90TV5Zdc/s72-c/2011_05_07_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-8537574412367875887</id><published>2011-05-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:23:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to comprehend how fast time really passes until you have a baby. Though Easton is my third child, he most likely is my last, and my only hope that is I savored every moment I could this past year. So, here are my highlights from this year. And in about 30 secs, you can spend that first year with us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-behq3eNar_4/Tcrjmg2XF0I/AAAAAAAABzc/yvYo2l1nz64/s1600/A02B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605542937008478018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-behq3eNar_4/Tcrjmg2XF0I/AAAAAAAABzc/yvYo2l1nz64/s320/A02B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April 2010: I am very pregnant, and very anxious to be done. At this point we are still excepting a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVB33I464y0/TcriGTF89dI/AAAAAAAABzM/ApVxbm2olMQ/s1600/001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605541284048336338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVB33I464y0/TcriGTF89dI/AAAAAAAABzM/ApVxbm2olMQ/s320/001.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May 7th... at approx 7:30pm my water broke. We rushed to the hospital. Don't let my smile deceive you... I am hurting! Less then 2 hours later, our baby boy joined our lives at 9:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn7tf3vy3Yc/TcriGIxj90I/AAAAAAAABzE/PG5wr2AZ4cc/s1600/002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605541281278457666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn7tf3vy3Yc/TcriGIxj90I/AAAAAAAABzE/PG5wr2AZ4cc/s320/002.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first look, and of course I thought he was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aogsuA63Tq8/TcrhzzwKXBI/AAAAAAAABy8/oPONQjqEkgw/s1600/003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540966397795346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aogsuA63Tq8/TcrhzzwKXBI/AAAAAAAABy8/oPONQjqEkgw/s320/003.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little boy is 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVZypP7I6Y/TcrhzfWJXKI/AAAAAAAABy0/UILE6jRN3d4/s1600/004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540960919968930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVZypP7I6Y/TcrhzfWJXKI/AAAAAAAABy0/UILE6jRN3d4/s320/004.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 Week old. ( Yes I was already spiking his hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pics were taken by my good friend, Kellie. Her company is Elements Photography. I am slightly biased, but I think she does a fabulous job. These were all taken when Easton was about 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZnLXTumoHI/Tcrhy2dladI/AAAAAAAABys/Twr6l-kszeI/s1600/A01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540949945313746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZnLXTumoHI/Tcrhy2dladI/AAAAAAAABys/Twr6l-kszeI/s320/A01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCsN00uGNM/TcrhygBlrYI/AAAAAAAAByk/-8uEC1GsJXo/s1600/C02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540943922310530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCCsN00uGNM/TcrhygBlrYI/AAAAAAAAByk/-8uEC1GsJXo/s320/C02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt8zw7jFUjE/TcrhSBSfacI/AAAAAAAAByc/UcBisN7m2wY/s1600/D03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540385915890114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt8zw7jFUjE/TcrhSBSfacI/AAAAAAAAByc/UcBisN7m2wY/s320/D03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNLWEXw_ODE/TcrhRkHTxLI/AAAAAAAAByU/Axezz7hXPrg/s1600/E02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540378084361394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNLWEXw_ODE/TcrhRkHTxLI/AAAAAAAAByU/Axezz7hXPrg/s320/E02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2mNvoi0Huw/TcrhRYw8CSI/AAAAAAAAByM/hKmbw2JYm7g/s1600/I03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540375037741346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2mNvoi0Huw/TcrhRYw8CSI/AAAAAAAAByM/hKmbw2JYm7g/s320/I03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPYzp9vheg/TcrhREmV1nI/AAAAAAAAByE/Cg3r7-39gXE/s1600/N03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605540369624585842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zoPYzp9vheg/TcrhREmV1nI/AAAAAAAAByE/Cg3r7-39gXE/s320/N03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zr5t6_kljCM/TcrgmVammeI/AAAAAAAABx8/DTnZcw0yyRs/s1600/005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605539635404380642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zr5t6_kljCM/TcrgmVammeI/AAAAAAAABx8/DTnZcw0yyRs/s320/005.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little man is now 1 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89G-Lt2x8D8/TcrgmKnEpVI/AAAAAAAABx0/H21O0JqbtMw/s1600/006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605539632503891282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89G-Lt2x8D8/TcrgmKnEpVI/AAAAAAAABx0/H21O0JqbtMw/s320/006.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 1/2 Months Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISHBOupprhU/Tcrgl0GfACI/AAAAAAAABxs/VQafTHHfNTU/s1600/009.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605539626461626402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ISHBOupprhU/Tcrgl0GfACI/AAAAAAAABxs/VQafTHHfNTU/s320/009.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 Months Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJVNLht7JCo/TcrgliGua8I/AAAAAAAABxk/I7UUCKfo9Pc/s1600/010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605539621630798786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJVNLht7JCo/TcrgliGua8I/AAAAAAAABxk/I7UUCKfo9Pc/s320/010.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 Months Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7MKaiwcZjo/Tcrf3jsLASI/AAAAAAAABxc/d8hjiFgPRHA/s1600/012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538831782314274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7MKaiwcZjo/Tcrf3jsLASI/AAAAAAAABxc/d8hjiFgPRHA/s320/012.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 Months... and the tongue has been discovered, and it will become his trademark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcYsjUJFOro/Tcrf3mrai7I/AAAAAAAABxU/NGlxc9PBpxY/s1600/013.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538832584444850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lcYsjUJFOro/Tcrf3mrai7I/AAAAAAAABxU/NGlxc9PBpxY/s320/013.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVnOWtZqEG0/Tcrf3ZVkq6I/AAAAAAAABxM/OKjNkMPOPIo/s1600/014.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538829003172770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VVnOWtZqEG0/Tcrf3ZVkq6I/AAAAAAAABxM/OKjNkMPOPIo/s320/014.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ftpgOBfLaI/Tcrf3CgyTgI/AAAAAAAABxE/BWATNMMRxAA/s1600/015.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538822876188162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ftpgOBfLaI/Tcrf3CgyTgI/AAAAAAAABxE/BWATNMMRxAA/s320/015.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton is 5 Months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMYXtgxCbuo/TcrfbeYJRGI/AAAAAAAABw8/HFJZZSTIW6c/s1600/2010_10_13_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538349319799906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMYXtgxCbuo/TcrfbeYJRGI/AAAAAAAABw8/HFJZZSTIW6c/s320/2010_10_13_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So big at 6 Months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp25qM2rsFI/TcrfadrAA3I/AAAAAAAABw0/sKskqBUBTvk/s1600/2010_10_16_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538331950580594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tp25qM2rsFI/TcrfadrAA3I/AAAAAAAABw0/sKskqBUBTvk/s320/2010_10_16_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So serious at 7 Months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Td1VldscB4k/TcrfaCm4u6I/AAAAAAAABws/QQZoH5UPJp0/s1600/2010_11_24_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538324685568930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Td1VldscB4k/TcrfaCm4u6I/AAAAAAAABws/QQZoH5UPJp0/s320/2010_11_24_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Chubby Man... 8 Months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxVuPwnTAgY/TcrfZlZhZ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/FN0yBp8b5Ww/s1600/2011-2105-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605538316844885874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AxVuPwnTAgY/TcrfZlZhZ3I/AAAAAAAABwk/FN0yBp8b5Ww/s320/2011-2105-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9 Months already! And so Handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIJt8Hj-BmM/TcreW9vy8BI/AAAAAAAABwc/tbSBD3URHRs/s1600/2011_01_24_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605537172329525266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIJt8Hj-BmM/TcreW9vy8BI/AAAAAAAABwc/tbSBD3URHRs/s320/2011_01_24_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 Months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ZxIl1toTc/TcreWtUV5BI/AAAAAAAABwU/WswVlRLyWQY/s1600/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605537167919408146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ZxIl1toTc/TcreWtUV5BI/AAAAAAAABwU/WswVlRLyWQY/s320/IMG_5196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 Months and smiling with Momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvGyjXxVlDI/TcreWZ-2utI/AAAAAAAABwM/ssec_GD4-rw/s1600/2011_04_12_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605537162729011922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvGyjXxVlDI/TcreWZ-2utI/AAAAAAAABwM/ssec_GD4-rw/s320/2011_04_12_0770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 1/2 Months and enjoying a ride at Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkfb-7TFLWg/TcreWGMYrNI/AAAAAAAABwE/sLletREDYGI/s1600/2011_05_07_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605537157417053394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkfb-7TFLWg/TcreWGMYrNI/AAAAAAAABwE/sLletREDYGI/s320/2011_05_07_0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12 months, and Easton is 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with growing up, Easton had a very busy year filled with "Firsts." Here are a few of our favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktw3sMtthI0/TcrczVxl-3I/AAAAAAAABv8/otNP1rTi-lE/s1600/007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605535460792597362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktw3sMtthI0/TcrczVxl-3I/AAAAAAAABv8/otNP1rTi-lE/s320/007.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton's first vacation. We visited upper state New York. Easton is about 4 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMTP7KXm88E/Tcrcy1p6kSI/AAAAAAAABv0/nnmn0T2azgw/s1600/008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605535452170457378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yMTP7KXm88E/Tcrcy1p6kSI/AAAAAAAABv0/nnmn0T2azgw/s320/008.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton living it up in New York City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqRcZ2u9hi4/TcrcyoSHbiI/AAAAAAAABvs/fBVD_8ePO0E/s1600/011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605535448580976162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqRcZ2u9hi4/TcrcyoSHbiI/AAAAAAAABvs/fBVD_8ePO0E/s320/011.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first "almost" accident. Way to go Dad for putting the seat belt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI6wYNR-UF4/TcrcAGEG0qI/AAAAAAAABvk/YCeBx3nF3Gg/s1600/2010_10_30_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605534580401951394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI6wYNR-UF4/TcrcAGEG0qI/AAAAAAAABvk/YCeBx3nF3Gg/s320/2010_10_30_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Halloween... he was my little Spider Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XT4gF7BQRbY/Tcrb_xQZoGI/AAAAAAAABvc/oMe-t4BFbms/s1600/2010_11_25_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605534574816370786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XT4gF7BQRbY/Tcrb_xQZoGI/AAAAAAAABvc/oMe-t4BFbms/s320/2010_11_25_0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Thanksgiving! Puffies... they are umm umm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42Uwn0J3SKQ/Tcrb_WTVZAI/AAAAAAAABvU/XTvDexnczk0/s1600/2010_12_02_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605534567580918786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42Uwn0J3SKQ/Tcrb_WTVZAI/AAAAAAAABvU/XTvDexnczk0/s320/2010_12_02_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton's First Crazy hat that mom thought was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtBxvf1FSm8/Tcrb-wr-r_I/AAAAAAAABvM/jbI5HMChZn4/s1600/2010_12_18_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605534557483741170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VtBxvf1FSm8/Tcrb-wr-r_I/AAAAAAAABvM/jbI5HMChZn4/s320/2010_12_18_0254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First time with Santa. The anxiety passes a few moments after the pic was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9I_LpS_tPg/Tcrbc3mB54I/AAAAAAAABvE/gIMX359soDM/s1600/2010_12_24_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533975222282114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9I_LpS_tPg/Tcrbc3mB54I/AAAAAAAABvE/gIMX359soDM/s320/2010_12_24_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not really a first... but it is one of my most favorite pics, so I threw it in here. Is he not so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqcOwW1oTDk/TcrbcUlZQdI/AAAAAAAABu8/bJDUd9VLtMw/s1600/2010_12_25_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533965824377298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqcOwW1oTDk/TcrbcUlZQdI/AAAAAAAABu8/bJDUd9VLtMw/s320/2010_12_25_0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8q9YETCj9B8/TcrbcOwaW-I/AAAAAAAABu0/MshmCsVl4tk/s1600/2010_12_31_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533964259974114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8q9YETCj9B8/TcrbcOwaW-I/AAAAAAAABu0/MshmCsVl4tk/s320/2010_12_31_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And his first New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n11FAxafqhs/TcrbbkOlUDI/AAAAAAAABus/Z9oYsLcw1vw/s1600/2011_01_28_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533952843796530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n11FAxafqhs/TcrbbkOlUDI/AAAAAAAABus/Z9oYsLcw1vw/s320/2011_01_28_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First trip to Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqa6vhm5MVI/TcralEQ7FUI/AAAAAAAABuk/yd06qgRGmBQ/s1600/2011_01_24_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533016550741314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqa6vhm5MVI/TcralEQ7FUI/AAAAAAAABuk/yd06qgRGmBQ/s320/2011_01_24_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Hair Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmcVLf4NoLQ/Tcrak3Ys3qI/AAAAAAAABuc/NNtG7TdlM24/s1600/2011_04_15_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533013093703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmcVLf4NoLQ/Tcrak3Ys3qI/AAAAAAAABuc/NNtG7TdlM24/s320/2011_04_15_0796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First nap on the Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RT3fM1OyaGw/TcrakSKOVuI/AAAAAAAABuU/51BAKbnXhnc/s1600/2011_04_24_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533003100870370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RT3fM1OyaGw/TcrakSKOVuI/AAAAAAAABuU/51BAKbnXhnc/s320/2011_04_24_0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ex9EtG7dA/TcrakKD8OBI/AAAAAAAABuM/Zsf6iu96_vM/s1600/2011_05_07_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533000927033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ex9EtG7dA/TcrakKD8OBI/AAAAAAAABuM/Zsf6iu96_vM/s320/2011_05_07_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, his 1st Birthday! Happy Birthday Easton! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-8537574412367875887?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8537574412367875887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=8537574412367875887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/8537574412367875887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/8537574412367875887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My Baby Is One!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-behq3eNar_4/Tcrjmg2XF0I/AAAAAAAABzc/yvYo2l1nz64/s72-c/A02B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1557664598092508444</id><published>2011-05-09T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:31:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Golilocks" Bike Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back in January a friend of mine at work, Lari, invited me to ride with her in an organized bike ride called "Goldilocks." It is an all women, non-competitive event. I have never been a big bike rider, but it sounded fun, and it would keep me active. So, I was in. And a bunch of my other friends from work decided to join too... yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpwf5tI6cOw/TchlO_TErDI/AAAAAAAABtE/4q9ZgY7sGQU/s1600/2011_05_06_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841044446587954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpwf5tI6cOw/TchlO_TErDI/AAAAAAAABtE/4q9ZgY7sGQU/s320/2011_05_06_0928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The morning of the event! Its 6:30 am and we met in front of our work building for a picture. Intermountain LIVE campaign provided our bike jerseys. They were super sexy...LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XbXtVHKAlk/TchlOt10rBI/AAAAAAAABs8/LJpiDgisuBo/s1600/2011_05_06_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841039760501778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XbXtVHKAlk/TchlOt10rBI/AAAAAAAABs8/LJpiDgisuBo/s320/2011_05_06_0929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell this is an all women event, ran by women??? There was color everywhere. Balloons, banners, and even table cloths! It was fun, and well organized. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-q8ypOOKo/TchlOd6e9XI/AAAAAAAABs0/G5vl9eBscvk/s1600/2011_05_07_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841035485082994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug-q8ypOOKo/TchlOd6e9XI/AAAAAAAABs0/G5vl9eBscvk/s320/2011_05_07_0930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kiddos spent some of my race time at a park playing. This park was one of my pit stops. They were so patient. Especially Easton... it was his first b-day, and he spent his morning supporting mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2kt5FxWRUE/TchlOA8J7UI/AAAAAAAABss/2CftKLFYNwU/s1600/2011_05_07_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841027707465026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2kt5FxWRUE/TchlOA8J7UI/AAAAAAAABss/2CftKLFYNwU/s320/2011_05_07_0931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my birthday boy! Love you Easton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ia3j1aLsxc/TchkzPhZgWI/AAAAAAAABsk/pUbNiv2HYDI/s1600/2011_05_07_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840567765303650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ia3j1aLsxc/TchkzPhZgWI/AAAAAAAABsk/pUbNiv2HYDI/s320/2011_05_07_0932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me riding into pit stop #3. We were 32 miles into our ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmdRmvaZxoU/Tchky5Eii0I/AAAAAAAABsc/32xPbCqwwQw/s1600/2011_05_07_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840561738681154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmdRmvaZxoU/Tchky5Eii0I/AAAAAAAABsc/32xPbCqwwQw/s320/2011_05_07_0933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am excited to see my kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F04yNaf6FAY/Tchkyg_G-jI/AAAAAAAABsU/9ZK8Qgbgfhc/s1600/2011_05_07_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840555273452082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F04yNaf6FAY/Tchkyg_G-jI/AAAAAAAABsU/9ZK8Qgbgfhc/s320/2011_05_07_0934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My riding buddies, Lari and Heidi. We chose to ride 40 miles. The rest of our group did 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TME143wJ3DM/TchkyX7NwUI/AAAAAAAABsM/8TyEyDtbEqs/s1600/2011_05_07_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840552841199938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TME143wJ3DM/TchkyX7NwUI/AAAAAAAABsM/8TyEyDtbEqs/s320/2011_05_07_0935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how cute! My kids held these signs as we rode in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rssECS22W7w/TchkY4kECbI/AAAAAAAABsE/91oeQCqX-aM/s1600/2011_05_07_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840114925865394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rssECS22W7w/TchkY4kECbI/AAAAAAAABsE/91oeQCqX-aM/s320/2011_05_07_0936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with my hubby and birthday boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awYqW02AU_Y/TchkYmed69I/AAAAAAAABr8/4rE6cnGpbo0/s1600/2011_05_07_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840110070557650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awYqW02AU_Y/TchkYmed69I/AAAAAAAABr8/4rE6cnGpbo0/s320/2011_05_07_0937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finish line! We made it! The last 10 miles were grueling... it was so nice to be done. The 42 miles with stops took us about 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkfNEhTbjes/TchkYUqrM6I/AAAAAAAABr0/ED-DYgPIxR0/s1600/2011_05_07_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840105289921442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkfNEhTbjes/TchkYUqrM6I/AAAAAAAABr0/ED-DYgPIxR0/s320/2011_05_07_0938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids giving me some flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ8wAGIwqoo/TchkYGmqhhI/AAAAAAAABrs/l4gPKP7r188/s1600/2011_05_07_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604840101515003410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ8wAGIwqoo/TchkYGmqhhI/AAAAAAAABrs/l4gPKP7r188/s320/2011_05_07_0939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton was suppost to be ringing the cow bell, but he decided it tasted better then it sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxM-1ZlRwfs/Tchj3ftuG7I/AAAAAAAABrk/D1pQIpQGNpE/s1600/2011_05_07_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604839541319801778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxM-1ZlRwfs/Tchj3ftuG7I/AAAAAAAABrk/D1pQIpQGNpE/s320/2011_05_07_0940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our welcoming party. Thanks to all my friends, and their families who waited for us to roll in. It made a difference having your support. Especially Lari's hubby and son, who offered constant support and water. ( They pretty much followed us in their car.) And to Heidi's fiancee, who bought us Popsicles. It was a yummy, cool treat on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNuDwr_G0Uk/Tchj3H7Z66I/AAAAAAAABrc/Z2kdyjgLSlk/s1600/2011_05_07_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604839534934748066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNuDwr_G0Uk/Tchj3H7Z66I/AAAAAAAABrc/Z2kdyjgLSlk/s320/2011_05_07_0943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group posing at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u43F-XOjo_U/Tchj23Isg0I/AAAAAAAABrU/Nt0TVdBW0Cg/s1600/2011_05_07_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604839530427089730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u43F-XOjo_U/Tchj23Isg0I/AAAAAAAABrU/Nt0TVdBW0Cg/s320/2011_05_07_0945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And one more pic by the Goldilocks banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WxLvQx8vks/Tchj2lNpswI/AAAAAAAABrM/g3k0cgNXAfE/s1600/2011_05_07_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604839525616038658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WxLvQx8vks/Tchj2lNpswI/AAAAAAAABrM/g3k0cgNXAfE/s320/2011_05_07_0946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! We did it! Congrats to everyone. 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The last few months have been rough for Bryce and I... so for our birthdays, we decided to spend some time together in lovely Las Vegas. ( Ok its no Maui, but who has time for that?) We spent 3 days in Vegas, which was enough, but we had plenty of fun! Here are the highlights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYBae72PFc8/TcC4Vty7ygI/AAAAAAAABrE/EC7YjTYkH_Y/s1600/2011_04_24_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680619658889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYBae72PFc8/TcC4Vty7ygI/AAAAAAAABrE/EC7YjTYkH_Y/s320/2011_04_24_0902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce on the strip... we were ready to play hard, but was Vegas ready for us? Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sC2qStkDKWA/TcC4LqF3LmI/AAAAAAAABq8/Sk1lSsufgZ0/s1600/2011_04_24_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680446865845858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sC2qStkDKWA/TcC4LqF3LmI/AAAAAAAABq8/Sk1lSsufgZ0/s320/2011_04_24_0903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best thing in Vegas... hot chocolate at the Bellagio Cafe. It is our favorite breakfast place. Everything is good here. But the hot chocolate is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCjtB0Uf7nM/TcC4LRYCd3I/AAAAAAAABq0/WA6jq1BV_ZM/s1600/2011_04_24_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680440231196530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCjtB0Uf7nM/TcC4LRYCd3I/AAAAAAAABq0/WA6jq1BV_ZM/s320/2011_04_24_0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce's favorite... raspberry stuffed french toast. Its way yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXwDpeyp-gI/TcC4K5A24cI/AAAAAAAABqs/LVx51k60iAU/s1600/2011_04_24_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680433691517378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXwDpeyp-gI/TcC4K5A24cI/AAAAAAAABqs/LVx51k60iAU/s320/2011_04_24_0905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right outside the Bellagio Cafe is there atrium, which is always filled with fresh flowers. This was a duplication of an art piece done completely in flowers. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqlvWTg4H3o/TcC4Kc3heXI/AAAAAAAABqk/hNRdpjj0wx8/s1600/2011_04_24_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680426136172914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqlvWTg4H3o/TcC4Kc3heXI/AAAAAAAABqk/hNRdpjj0wx8/s320/2011_04_24_0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I standing in front of the ______ tree. I can't remember the name. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIVHJW4NGn0/TcC30idx4PI/AAAAAAAABqc/X9NGcJNVMK8/s1600/2011_04_25_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680049681686770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIVHJW4NGn0/TcC30idx4PI/AAAAAAAABqc/X9NGcJNVMK8/s320/2011_04_25_0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new discovery... the sugar factory. They sell all types of candy, and these bling suckers, but their restaurant is awesome. We had crepes, and they were great. We glanced through their menu, and the offer red velvet pancakes for breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8OF8dbdTSg/TcC3z2xE_XI/AAAAAAAABqU/XI38wEao5kg/s1600/2011_04_25_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680037951470962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8OF8dbdTSg/TcC3z2xE_XI/AAAAAAAABqU/XI38wEao5kg/s320/2011_04_25_0908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready for a night out on the town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0JygXsDFgQ/TcC3zRr187I/AAAAAAAABqM/IaEJ2BWnn_Q/s1600/2011_04_25_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680027997402034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0JygXsDFgQ/TcC3zRr187I/AAAAAAAABqM/IaEJ2BWnn_Q/s320/2011_04_25_0909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and I taking a photo op... Ummmm... I think this was like the 15th picture attempt. Traveling as a duo limits the photo ops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpmj_FTEZ0M/TcC3y5JsI-I/AAAAAAAABqE/SDQeoXtvnyg/s1600/2011_04_25_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602680021411701730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpmj_FTEZ0M/TcC3y5JsI-I/AAAAAAAABqE/SDQeoXtvnyg/s320/2011_04_25_0910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up... This night was our birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByQSb05-h14/TcC3lflLZzI/AAAAAAAABp8/zGIM8iyX37E/s1600/2011_04_25_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679791209375538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByQSb05-h14/TcC3lflLZzI/AAAAAAAABp8/zGIM8iyX37E/s320/2011_04_25_0911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at the SW Restaurant in the Wynn Resort. It was the best filet mignon I have ever eaten. It was 60 bucks, but still the best filet ever! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAkA8HSZsCg/TcC3k0xI9cI/AAAAAAAABp0/c30aIb_I3eM/s1600/2011_04_25_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679779716822466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAkA8HSZsCg/TcC3k0xI9cI/AAAAAAAABp0/c30aIb_I3eM/s320/2011_04_25_0912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This night we went to see Le Reve, which is a cirque de soleil. The acrobats were amazing, all done in the air or water. I also love their circle stage. But, the plot is confusing... and that drove me nuts. It bugged me so bad, that night, after getting back to the hotel, I googled it. I wanted to know the plot.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what... there is no freaking plot! Reve in french means dreams. So the whole show was based on dreams, and your interpretation of dreams. What the #$%^!!! I guess my right brain is seriously lacking, cuz there was no deep interpretation for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZiuoXcAo8c/TcC3kZ7dtOI/AAAAAAAABps/VAdiLvayz0c/s1600/2011_04_25_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679772512367842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZiuoXcAo8c/TcC3kZ7dtOI/AAAAAAAABps/VAdiLvayz0c/s320/2011_04_25_0913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I waiting for the show to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgkLiOb_zhk/TcC3kMVjCBI/AAAAAAAABpk/-b3Zjsp8rBU/s1600/2011_04_25_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679768863672338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VgkLiOb_zhk/TcC3kMVjCBI/AAAAAAAABpk/-b3Zjsp8rBU/s320/2011_04_25_0914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Reve stage... it was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrKFPVDJxxM/TcC3Sl_gadI/AAAAAAAABpc/OHsrlLRcg7g/s1600/2011_04_25_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679466512902610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrKFPVDJxxM/TcC3Sl_gadI/AAAAAAAABpc/OHsrlLRcg7g/s320/2011_04_25_0915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So when we walked out of the show, a nice old man, who was wearing multiple cameras, offered to take our picture. ( I was having difficulty in having both the fountain, and us lit.) He was a genius, and took this great pic. Thank you mystery old man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MakNYJVOjQc/TcC3SWMixiI/AAAAAAAABpU/ClMug5gS1QY/s1600/2011_04_25_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679462272615970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MakNYJVOjQc/TcC3SWMixiI/AAAAAAAABpU/ClMug5gS1QY/s320/2011_04_25_0916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I need to preface that Bryce did not want this pic posted... However, I did it anyway. Bryce has been working on getting a six-pack, and he is just about there. Pretty darn hot for 42 huh! Maybe he will out live me after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imshoVtRwYE/TcC3R-N3sWI/AAAAAAAABpM/agL-cOvrEhc/s1600/2011_04_26_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679455835730274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imshoVtRwYE/TcC3R-N3sWI/AAAAAAAABpM/agL-cOvrEhc/s320/2011_04_26_0917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I on night 2. I was feeling kinda crummy. So, thanks Bryce for being patient with me. I took a cat nap, and we went to see David Cooperfield. His show was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNJJv1s57s/TcC3Rug7r1I/AAAAAAAABpE/j49rjQekwUY/s1600/2011_04_26_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679451620716370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhNJJv1s57s/TcC3Rug7r1I/AAAAAAAABpE/j49rjQekwUY/s320/2011_04_26_0918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The NY NY Hotel. This is where we stayed. It was so much fun! There was no dancing on the Coyote Ugly Bar this time though... I save that for trips with Jami and Briana! Love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rvg5T01tUZ4/TcC2_03zOpI/AAAAAAAABo8/Aj3o3Jt1YnU/s1600/2011_04_26_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679144089598610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rvg5T01tUZ4/TcC2_03zOpI/AAAAAAAABo8/Aj3o3Jt1YnU/s320/2011_04_26_0919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other half... Has anyone else ever wondered why the resorts in Vegas are so big! I have decided its so you get lost in there, and they can keep you hostage forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hPTSDNuq40/TcC2_Q1ipSI/AAAAAAAABo0/j86M5AImsi4/s1600/2011_04_26_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679134416446754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hPTSDNuq40/TcC2_Q1ipSI/AAAAAAAABo0/j86M5AImsi4/s320/2011_04_26_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce outside the Copperfield show. Of course the forbid your cameras from entering the show, can't have you getting evidence of their tricks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBlz6-MeS08/TcC2_I7QUxI/AAAAAAAABos/RmrZvM_qXUA/s1600/2011_04_27_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679132292928274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBlz6-MeS08/TcC2_I7QUxI/AAAAAAAABos/RmrZvM_qXUA/s320/2011_04_27_0921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me outside Caesars Palace... Bryce and I had been shopping. He liked the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzMeFTDHr8Q/TcC2-o7F67I/AAAAAAAABok/p9kL-WO6VNI/s1600/2011_04_27_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602679123702311858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pzMeFTDHr8Q/TcC2-o7F67I/AAAAAAAABok/p9kL-WO6VNI/s320/2011_04_27_0922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a virgin drink at Margaritaville. It was Mango, and so good. As you can see, a lot of our trip was about food. We love yummy food! Plus we are crappy gamblers, so we go to Vegas to eat! HaHa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7153905196297646220-586806767938913712?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/586806767938913712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=586806767938913712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/586806767938913712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/586806767938913712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYBae72PFc8/TcC4Vty7ygI/AAAAAAAABrE/EC7YjTYkH_Y/s72-c/2011_04_24_0902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3893004987285634326</id><published>2011-05-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:59:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All our April Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, for those who know our family well, know that we have 4 out our 7 birthdays in a 3 week period April to May. Needless to say its party after party after party. This year we finally got smart and left the party decorations up all month. :) So, I will start with Kaylie... since her's is first. Kaylie turned 19 on April 16th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwigIJ8SbE/Tb9moPfh0II/AAAAAAAABoc/rddNhj8-iWk/s1600/2011_04_17_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309303011758210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwigIJ8SbE/Tb9moPfh0II/AAAAAAAABoc/rddNhj8-iWk/s320/2011_04_17_0826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had dinner with Kaylie and all of her roommates at Cracker Barrel in St. George. We were a crazy group. G-pa and G-ma Harvey were able to join as well. It was a fun night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mzeyOEfl_8/Tb9mnm6WyhI/AAAAAAAABoU/vFl9qucdb7k/s1600/2011_04_17_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309292118428178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mzeyOEfl_8/Tb9mnm6WyhI/AAAAAAAABoU/vFl9qucdb7k/s320/2011_04_17_0827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh sweet Bry... She was still not feeling well, so her and I made a sad face picture. The most depressing part... she is not pulling a face. That was the expression she wore all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0xaEN9UwIk/Tb9mnSU9M4I/AAAAAAAABoM/j5UlfJeY7mo/s1600/2011_04_17_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309286592852866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0xaEN9UwIk/Tb9mnSU9M4I/AAAAAAAABoM/j5UlfJeY7mo/s320/2011_04_17_0828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cracker Barrel messed up our order... so we got free cake, or should I say that Parker got the free cake. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8dbvjpCrQs/Tb9mYfOfsOI/AAAAAAAABoE/BfkYw2X2zTo/s1600/2011_04_17_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309032357376226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8dbvjpCrQs/Tb9mYfOfsOI/AAAAAAAABoE/BfkYw2X2zTo/s320/2011_04_17_0829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Harvey tradition is playing Heavy Heavy Hangover... so here, G-pa Harvey is giving her a bump on the head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_xFfi2APr0/Tb9mYA8V9yI/AAAAAAAABn8/vJNNmgfqIJA/s1600/2011_04_17_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309024228177698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_xFfi2APr0/Tb9mYA8V9yI/AAAAAAAABn8/vJNNmgfqIJA/s320/2011_04_17_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and his big sis, Kaylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OlrNLLX3G6s/Tb9mXgFhRpI/AAAAAAAABn0/1i5_ToujtdM/s1600/2011_04_17_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309015408297618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OlrNLLX3G6s/Tb9mXgFhRpI/AAAAAAAABn0/1i5_ToujtdM/s320/2011_04_17_0831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our crazy family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVy9vK-b5NQ/Tb9mXYAengI/AAAAAAAABns/l5KuzGgLvs8/s1600/2011_04_17_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602309013239668226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cVy9vK-b5NQ/Tb9mXYAengI/AAAAAAAABns/l5KuzGgLvs8/s320/2011_04_17_0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylie and all her roommates at Dixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ7HVwAFMVQ/Tb9mMTbZljI/AAAAAAAABnk/gG7-7rd-wK8/s1600/2011_04_17_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308823031846450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ7HVwAFMVQ/Tb9mMTbZljI/AAAAAAAABnk/gG7-7rd-wK8/s320/2011_04_17_0835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing Happy Birthday to Kaylie at her apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KTFtwLcOgU/Tb9mL9M2-6I/AAAAAAAABnc/j7RyfaQ-V2I/s1600/2011_04_17_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308817065278370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KTFtwLcOgU/Tb9mL9M2-6I/AAAAAAAABnc/j7RyfaQ-V2I/s320/2011_04_17_0836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylie's roommate was sweet and made her a Banana Cream Pie for her b-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Birthday... was April 24th, and I turned 31. Do I look middle aged? As I told a friend, I really would rather be 21 forever! However, sometimes I feel like I am 50, so I guess 31 is a good compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6CYAwvpM3c/Tb9mLm2XVSI/AAAAAAAABnU/yS2jBIfQFMA/s1600/2011_04_23_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308811065349410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6CYAwvpM3c/Tb9mLm2XVSI/AAAAAAAABnU/yS2jBIfQFMA/s320/2011_04_23_0841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grandpa Saunders and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vI1yPfjMK0/Tb9mLdda8gI/AAAAAAAABnM/BvDBSYk-JQ4/s1600/2011_04_23_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308808544809474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vI1yPfjMK0/Tb9mLdda8gI/AAAAAAAABnM/BvDBSYk-JQ4/s320/2011_04_23_0840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I may be 31, but G-pa still thinks I need my birthday spanking...so I got it. Thank heavens he got tired after two. LOL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jExOl8WDkc/Tb9l2tkbkNI/AAAAAAAABnE/NYWe7N7xEYc/s1600/2011_04_23_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308452091924690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jExOl8WDkc/Tb9l2tkbkNI/AAAAAAAABnE/NYWe7N7xEYc/s320/2011_04_23_0851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since my Birthday fell on a Sunday, we ate out the night before to celebrate. We went to one of my favorites... Tepanyaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGYDlC6BAqM/Tb9l2Di7rxI/AAAAAAAABm8/I13yu5N-jrY/s1600/2011_04_23_0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308440811351826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGYDlC6BAqM/Tb9l2Di7rxI/AAAAAAAABm8/I13yu5N-jrY/s320/2011_04_23_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My crazy group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMVSPuXiRy0/Tb9l1uW_sbI/AAAAAAAABm0/SKA119-kknU/s1600/2011_04_23_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308435124138418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMVSPuXiRy0/Tb9l1uW_sbI/AAAAAAAABm0/SKA119-kknU/s320/2011_04_23_0853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole fam! Thanks for your love and support you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywKZYH329sA/Tb9l1JNlLAI/AAAAAAAABms/uScKPa-tI88/s1600/2011_04_24_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602308425152539650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywKZYH329sA/Tb9l1JNlLAI/AAAAAAAABms/uScKPa-tI88/s320/2011_04_24_0868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I grew up with Birthdays being a big deal... and I guess I have put that pressure onto Bryce. So, though my birthday was on Easter, he really wanted it to be special and feel like it was my b-day. So, my day began with breakfast in bed. Parker and Brylee thought that sounded like fun, so they joined me. ( This will be the only pic I ever post without make-up, so enjoy.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UP29dx_rKI/Tb9lYlH_DcI/AAAAAAAABmk/ntDTqJWJWs4/s1600/2011_04_24_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307934429056450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UP29dx_rKI/Tb9lYlH_DcI/AAAAAAAABmk/ntDTqJWJWs4/s320/2011_04_24_0877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that day, after the Easter stuff, my family and friends came over to have dinner. Here we are chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnGVJszBPOk/Tb9lYWLClOI/AAAAAAAABmc/kvnCgx73asc/s1600/2011_04_24_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307930415338722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnGVJszBPOk/Tb9lYWLClOI/AAAAAAAABmc/kvnCgx73asc/s320/2011_04_24_0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake time... we have a running joke in my fam... my cake is always ugly. We don't try to get ugly cakes, they just kinda turn out that way. This year Bryce asked for sunflowers, and we got dandelions! Oh well, it still tasted awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U43iswsdjQk/Tb9lX6p8IUI/AAAAAAAABmU/kpCmAu86_Uk/s1600/2011_04_24_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307923028746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U43iswsdjQk/Tb9lX6p8IUI/AAAAAAAABmU/kpCmAu86_Uk/s320/2011_04_24_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker wanted to assist in blowing out my candles. However, as we were singing, we was picking frosting off my cake. So, after the candles were out, I took the frosting, and about 2 secs after this pic was taken, I wiped that frosting all over Parker's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtTqdYYLTvs/Tb9lXr98jII/AAAAAAAABmM/jll5aSfCmD8/s1600/2011_04_24_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307919086128258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtTqdYYLTvs/Tb9lXr98jII/AAAAAAAABmM/jll5aSfCmD8/s320/2011_04_24_0882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I look happy... because I am. My birthday must haves... Harmon' s chocolate cake with non-dairy whipped frosting. And bubblegum ice cream from Farr's Ice cream in Ogden. The are two major loves in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFiEuBBTb6Y/Tb9k7GR8w5I/AAAAAAAABmE/EjOg_cwPA1s/s1600/2011_04_24_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307427933143954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFiEuBBTb6Y/Tb9k7GR8w5I/AAAAAAAABmE/EjOg_cwPA1s/s320/2011_04_24_0883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce wanted to get me 31 Fire and Ice Roses for my birthday... however there was a complication, and the roses he ordered were sold... so, we got these instead. They were no Fire and Ice, but they were free... so I guess it will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l97FvHycpAo/Tb9k6pfiaBI/AAAAAAAABl8/HOch8lohfZM/s1600/2011_04_24_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307420205508626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l97FvHycpAo/Tb9k6pfiaBI/AAAAAAAABl8/HOch8lohfZM/s320/2011_04_24_0886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying Cake and Ice Cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m147eudO_Qc/Tb9k6ZKRViI/AAAAAAAABl0/-bgxSVGllJs/s1600/2011_04_24_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307415821342242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m147eudO_Qc/Tb9k6ZKRViI/AAAAAAAABl0/-bgxSVGllJs/s320/2011_04_24_0887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My balloons.... this is my kid's favorite part about birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5JbO-5nKbE/Tb9k59GPTCI/AAAAAAAABls/VGYb1KOfccw/s1600/2011_04_29_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307408288238626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C5JbO-5nKbE/Tb9k59GPTCI/AAAAAAAABls/VGYb1KOfccw/s320/2011_04_29_0923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On April 30th, Bryce turned ??? Would he want you to know? JK The ripe age of 42. The kiddos wanted to take him out to lunch, since we were doing dinner with friends. We went to Pizza Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2ovYuIxzGM/Tb9kiTn4jaI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ny6_jdVR8u8/s1600/2011_04_29_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602307002018074018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2ovYuIxzGM/Tb9kiTn4jaI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ny6_jdVR8u8/s320/2011_04_29_0924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce posing with Easton. Easton's birthday is one week after Bryce's. Can you believe he will be one! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kySXNSrvbe4/Tb9kh8FPskI/AAAAAAAABlc/2OPGMUx7uzY/s1600/2011_04_30_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602306995698774594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kySXNSrvbe4/Tb9kh8FPskI/AAAAAAAABlc/2OPGMUx7uzY/s320/2011_04_30_0925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner with our Friends. Thanks for sharing the night with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXua4E-7da4/Tb9khSFPatI/AAAAAAAABlU/RiKDaF9Q5FQ/s1600/2011_04_30_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602306984424467154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXua4E-7da4/Tb9khSFPatI/AAAAAAAABlU/RiKDaF9Q5FQ/s320/2011_04_30_0926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J28L741XBE/Tb9khOW0cWI/AAAAAAAABlM/SMlIOYc6Huo/s1600/2011_04_30_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602306983424455010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J28L741XBE/Tb9khOW0cWI/AAAAAAAABlM/SMlIOYc6Huo/s320/2011_04_30_0927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Bryce! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-3893004987285634326?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3893004987285634326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3893004987285634326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3893004987285634326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3893004987285634326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-our-april-birthdays.html' title='All our April Birthdays!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwigIJ8SbE/Tb9moPfh0II/AAAAAAAABoc/rddNhj8-iWk/s72-c/2011_04_17_0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-4164393245931031891</id><published>2011-05-01T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:43:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Easter falling on a Sunday this year, it seemed we celebrated all weekend long. We had so much fun! Here our the highlights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziz4llni4yo/Tb4V4-j6bSI/AAAAAAAABjE/hwXSGFqtWVQ/s1600/2011_04_23_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939055105961250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziz4llni4yo/Tb4V4-j6bSI/AAAAAAAABjE/hwXSGFqtWVQ/s320/2011_04_23_0860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Janna gave each of the kiddos something for Easter. Easton got a box of 10 board books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGhxcuJi7C8/Tb4V4qlZJZI/AAAAAAAABi8/hReiK2JUUMc/s1600/2011_04_23_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939049743459730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGhxcuJi7C8/Tb4V4qlZJZI/AAAAAAAABi8/hReiK2JUUMc/s320/2011_04_23_0861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brylee got a Disney princess play book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuRJpSfbOps/Tb4V4ZgHNmI/AAAAAAAABi0/ARz3LLUk_0k/s1600/2011_04_23_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939045157910114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuRJpSfbOps/Tb4V4ZgHNmI/AAAAAAAABi0/ARz3LLUk_0k/s320/2011_04_23_0862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker got word flashcards to assist him in continuing to learn to read. Brand new box, and he already knew 2/3 of them. Smarty Pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAUNDER'S FAMILY EASTER PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnVCI5GtwAE/Tb4V4G0qDYI/AAAAAAAABis/6MIUMhf0SoY/s1600/2011_04_23_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939040143805826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnVCI5GtwAE/Tb4V4G0qDYI/AAAAAAAABis/6MIUMhf0SoY/s320/2011_04_23_0837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton playing at the Saunder's Family Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mmQmPxu5Ac/Tb4VXkuUBMI/AAAAAAAABik/crpwuy_9jCE/s1600/2011_04_23_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601938481234576578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--mmQmPxu5Ac/Tb4VXkuUBMI/AAAAAAAABik/crpwuy_9jCE/s320/2011_04_23_0839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying Pizza with Mommy...His cheeks are so full, he can hardly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LbjXEGbP4M/Tb4VXbhCS-I/AAAAAAAABic/P1xVdX6vdo0/s1600/2011_04_23_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601938478762970082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LbjXEGbP4M/Tb4VXbhCS-I/AAAAAAAABic/P1xVdX6vdo0/s320/2011_04_23_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker showing how much he loves his cousin Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GR5HCG7GkQs/Tb4VXDB1LdI/AAAAAAAABiU/OkkI_0Q8aAc/s1600/2011_04_23_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601938472189636050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GR5HCG7GkQs/Tb4VXDB1LdI/AAAAAAAABiU/OkkI_0Q8aAc/s320/2011_04_23_0901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For dessert we had my Grandpa's homemade hot fudge. This is my most favorite treat! Thank you so much Grandpa! I know you did it for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVnSZ0hCP4k/Tb4VWhF6SJI/AAAAAAAABiM/7X19LY2fpsA/s1600/2011_04_23_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601938463079942290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVnSZ0hCP4k/Tb4VWhF6SJI/AAAAAAAABiM/7X19LY2fpsA/s320/2011_04_23_0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am so not crafty, but luckily many in my family are. :) My Aunt Paula, made these adorable bunnies, that my kids thought were totally awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7qahd7XoEU/Tb4UZ0AO7VI/AAAAAAAABiE/BkV7rqYOxEo/s1600/2011_04_23_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937420184382802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7qahd7XoEU/Tb4UZ0AO7VI/AAAAAAAABiE/BkV7rqYOxEo/s320/2011_04_23_0842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylie and Ty took some time to hang with us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE2bCYUeLbU/Tb4UZi9vTgI/AAAAAAAABh8/JzJJLZiOXHI/s1600/2011_04_23_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937415610519042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE2bCYUeLbU/Tb4UZi9vTgI/AAAAAAAABh8/JzJJLZiOXHI/s320/2011_04_23_0843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; True to Saunders tradition, we play a game. This year... Minute to Win It. Here we are all picking representatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5bE0m-eHg/Tb4UZegzlCI/AAAAAAAABh0/XnQ7IIGUQYE/s1600/2011_04_23_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937414415422498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gd5bE0m-eHg/Tb4UZegzlCI/AAAAAAAABh0/XnQ7IIGUQYE/s320/2011_04_23_0844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me...running the show. Would you expect anything else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9X4iW_Ke3do/Tb4UZGaq9bI/AAAAAAAABhs/WFnS-y4LItk/s1600/2011_04_23_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937407947240882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9X4iW_Ke3do/Tb4UZGaq9bI/AAAAAAAABhs/WFnS-y4LItk/s320/2011_04_23_0845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa you are such a good sport. Grandpa trying to get the cookie into his mouth without using his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-ZUcu_rgGc/Tb4UEciJCfI/AAAAAAAABhk/dbMAWOfxW30/s1600/2011_04_23_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937053106899442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-ZUcu_rgGc/Tb4UEciJCfI/AAAAAAAABhk/dbMAWOfxW30/s320/2011_04_23_0846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Shane. He won a round where you had to pick up pasta with a spaghetti noodle. ( Sorry I am not a avid Minute to Win It fan... I don't know the name of all the games.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D6VPrZiKD0/Tb4UEPbd-yI/AAAAAAAABhc/5AS2n563RSs/s1600/2011_04_23_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937049589250850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D6VPrZiKD0/Tb4UEPbd-yI/AAAAAAAABhc/5AS2n563RSs/s320/2011_04_23_0847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousins, Celeste, and Jessica. I think they are playing "Hanky Panky." Celeste won by cheating.... she pullled them all out at once, instead of one at a time. Nice strategy cuz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzAAjtzPPx8/Tb4UDpsg09I/AAAAAAAABhU/7lWFpvMbxl8/s1600/2011_04_23_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937039460193234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzAAjtzPPx8/Tb4UDpsg09I/AAAAAAAABhU/7lWFpvMbxl8/s320/2011_04_23_0848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Annual Saunder's Easter Hunt. This event has occurred every year I have been alive. However, this was the first year without my Grandma. I'm sure she was there though. Brylee finding some goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGgV5M5C630/Tb4UDdasydI/AAAAAAAABhM/EICjdcObud4/s1600/2011_04_23_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601937036164254162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGgV5M5C630/Tb4UDdasydI/AAAAAAAABhM/EICjdcObud4/s320/2011_04_23_0849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker has got this down, and we can hardly keep up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNnLZwrSBHo/Tb4TnijWIXI/AAAAAAAABhE/Byf3clPHyZE/s1600/2011_04_23_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936556506358130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNnLZwrSBHo/Tb4TnijWIXI/AAAAAAAABhE/Byf3clPHyZE/s320/2011_04_23_0850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and I trying to keep up with the rest of them. It was so blasted cold and windy. Did not feel like Spring at all. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DYING EGGS AT GRANDMA JANNA's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA4ac2ut9qc/Tb4TnQqd2SI/AAAAAAAABg8/B0VyGZRDYGY/s1600/2011_04_23_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936551704385826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA4ac2ut9qc/Tb4TnQqd2SI/AAAAAAAABg8/B0VyGZRDYGY/s320/2011_04_23_0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready... Set... Let the Messes Begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZxpSD9b5k/Tb4TnG-bP3I/AAAAAAAABg0/qmugaOVQFaM/s1600/2011_04_23_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936549103746930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZxpSD9b5k/Tb4TnG-bP3I/AAAAAAAABg0/qmugaOVQFaM/s320/2011_04_23_0855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker wanted all his eggs in dyes all at the same time. However, he also wanted to have all his eggs be blue... Problem is he has 8 eggs, and there is only 2 cups of blue dye... His Solution, put 2 if not 3 eggs in each cup of blue. He did not see a problem with dye over flowing onto Grandma's counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Rc-198QyRQ/Tb4TmoAT_SI/AAAAAAAABgs/Yj7Gm8GENec/s1600/2011_04_23_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936540790160674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Rc-198QyRQ/Tb4TmoAT_SI/AAAAAAAABgs/Yj7Gm8GENec/s320/2011_04_23_0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then my sweet Bry does not quite get it... Meanwhile Aubrey looks like a professional egg dyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRymIxGbvnQ/Tb4TL04ZNeI/AAAAAAAABgk/FZbmO2F5TLk/s1600/2011_04_23_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936080390141410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRymIxGbvnQ/Tb4TL04ZNeI/AAAAAAAABgk/FZbmO2F5TLk/s320/2011_04_23_0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our crazy group. I have this desire to have my kids experience everything that a holiday has to offer. Then, as eggs are cracking, and dyes spilling, and eggs are turning brown from being placed in every color, I find myself asking, "Why are we doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osMyFaZZVfA/Tb4TLdP8wpI/AAAAAAAABgc/vS3Ss6eW5bM/s1600/2011_04_23_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936074046489234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-osMyFaZZVfA/Tb4TLdP8wpI/AAAAAAAABgc/vS3Ss6eW5bM/s320/2011_04_23_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and Casen were not invited to dye eggs, so they terrorized Grandma's playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULa7GJGV344/Tb4TLLr8k9I/AAAAAAAABgU/H0s8bUZLQIU/s1600/2011_04_23_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936069332079570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULa7GJGV344/Tb4TLLr8k9I/AAAAAAAABgU/H0s8bUZLQIU/s320/2011_04_23_0859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished project... Not to shabby for a 2 and 4 year olds. ( And a little help from their mommies...if not they would have all been pink or blue.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EASTER MORNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q4iHnAtr6s/Tb4TK3M7KlI/AAAAAAAABgM/GdfY5KTjt-A/s1600/2011_04_24_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601936063833254482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Q4iHnAtr6s/Tb4TK3M7KlI/AAAAAAAABgM/GdfY5KTjt-A/s320/2011_04_24_0863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos discovering their baskets. They were so excited. However Brylee was hesitant until she knew the Easter Bunny was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOcxlE5LlIM/Tb4SrVNH39I/AAAAAAAABgE/IqQwbaEfkLk/s1600/2011_04_24_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601935522131337170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOcxlE5LlIM/Tb4SrVNH39I/AAAAAAAABgE/IqQwbaEfkLk/s320/2011_04_24_0864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Easter bunny had a dose of reality this year, and consented to give the Smith children a low key Easter. Therefore, Parker got some candy and a new Nintendo DS game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcAywZ36aug/Tb4SrMlXBEI/AAAAAAAABf8/oaLQIm0Ue24/s1600/2011_04_24_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601935519817073730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcAywZ36aug/Tb4SrMlXBEI/AAAAAAAABf8/oaLQIm0Ue24/s320/2011_04_24_0865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry-Bry got a new princess movie and some treats. She was most excited about her bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h29kvIrkjVM/Tb4Sq2jd_tI/AAAAAAAABf0/OL3iEd8VZKU/s1600/2011_04_24_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601935513903562450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h29kvIrkjVM/Tb4Sq2jd_tI/AAAAAAAABf0/OL3iEd8VZKU/s320/2011_04_24_0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton got a Baby Einstein video and some sucker treats. Poor baby still has only 2 teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS_4GGUyk58/Tb4SquknG4I/AAAAAAAABfs/dWtiTr9o9K4/s1600/2011_04_24_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601935511760870274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS_4GGUyk58/Tb4SquknG4I/AAAAAAAABfs/dWtiTr9o9K4/s320/2011_04_24_0867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Brylee unwrapped a cookies and cream chocolate bunny. She then proceeded to leave it on the coffee table. About 5 minutes later, she is whining that her bunny is missing. I look around, and this is what I see... Easton crawling as fast as he can with the bunny in his mouth. Needless to say, he was disappointed that he did not get a chocolate bunny in his basket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EASTER = NEW SUNDAY CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZf6W55P3Nk/Tb4Reu-Bw8I/AAAAAAAABfk/AANWDf4g2HE/s1600/2011_04_24_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601934206197416898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZf6W55P3Nk/Tb4Reu-Bw8I/AAAAAAAABfk/AANWDf4g2HE/s320/2011_04_24_0870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker looking handsome in purple. He would like it to be known that he "hates ties." And his mommy would like it to be known, that the tie was adorable, and so he had to wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrE7FdueeMY/Tb4RePHi3wI/AAAAAAAABfc/5jEAiS0ouVg/s1600/2011_04_24_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601934197647400706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrE7FdueeMY/Tb4RePHi3wI/AAAAAAAABfc/5jEAiS0ouVg/s320/2011_04_24_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet Princess. She looked adorable. She had pink shoes with rosebuds on them, as well as a Easter purse. ( She is spoiled...guess thats what happens when you are the only girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAk03V1lHys/Tb4RdoeBeEI/AAAAAAAABfU/HGt-hQTZOkc/s1600/2011_04_24_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601934187272697922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XAk03V1lHys/Tb4RdoeBeEI/AAAAAAAABfU/HGt-hQTZOkc/s320/2011_04_24_0872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really... can he get any cuter. Don't you just want to squish him? He is so chubby you can't see his tie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXoA7s6ML3c/Tb4RdYt2exI/AAAAAAAABfM/-Cd0C0AGPLk/s1600/2011_04_24_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601934183044119314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXoA7s6ML3c/Tb4RdYt2exI/AAAAAAAABfM/-Cd0C0AGPLk/s320/2011_04_24_0871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they are... the loves of my life. And yes, I admit it, I did coordinate their outfits to match. I'm crazy OCD like that. :) ( For all my friends laughing... you laugh because you do the same thing! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgAKfsbooHE/Tb4RdIt1JzI/AAAAAAAABfE/BOLTHmr5Z8k/s1600/2011_04_24_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601934178749065010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AgAKfsbooHE/Tb4RdIt1JzI/AAAAAAAABfE/BOLTHmr5Z8k/s320/2011_04_24_0873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Easter from the Smiths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANba2Dy4KWg/Tb4RC7f-7DI/AAAAAAAABe8/EOZv33Qa-tk/s1600/2011_04_24_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933728524725298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANba2Dy4KWg/Tb4RC7f-7DI/AAAAAAAABe8/EOZv33Qa-tk/s320/2011_04_24_0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick hug for me from the kiddos. Easter was also my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJo7iIlnJn0/Tb4RCe8hL5I/AAAAAAAABe0/lF4bOJW7DHI/s1600/2011_04_24_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933720859783058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJo7iIlnJn0/Tb4RCe8hL5I/AAAAAAAABe0/lF4bOJW7DHI/s320/2011_04_24_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Smith Boyz... at least Bryce can never deny there his. :) Can we say Mini Me, and Miniest Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EASTER EGG HUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77fGee1-Syo/Tb4RCB3sppI/AAAAAAAABes/wzJoachOFNs/s1600/2011_04_24_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933713054934674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77fGee1-Syo/Tb4RCB3sppI/AAAAAAAABes/wzJoachOFNs/s320/2011_04_24_0894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point, Mom and Dad took off to Vegas and left the Aunts and Uncles in charge of the egg hunt...The kids patiently waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1E5reYm_Eg/Tb4RBx-MxEI/AAAAAAAABek/utXU2flhvFI/s1600/2011_04_24_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933708787237954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1E5reYm_Eg/Tb4RBx-MxEI/AAAAAAAABek/utXU2flhvFI/s320/2011_04_24_0893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like Kaylie and Ty were enlisted to hide the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CakGt9AP_DY/Tb4QcYJLVTI/AAAAAAAABec/Cnyby_UPbXw/s1600/2011_04_24_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933066198799666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CakGt9AP_DY/Tb4QcYJLVTI/AAAAAAAABec/Cnyby_UPbXw/s320/2011_04_24_0892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking for those last eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKErbqZ-FVk/Tb4Qb8P-bkI/AAAAAAAABeU/8Rf3FitnA5k/s1600/2011_04_24_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933058711121474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKErbqZ-FVk/Tb4Qb8P-bkI/AAAAAAAABeU/8Rf3FitnA5k/s320/2011_04_24_0890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry and Aubrey hoping to find some eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wvev8zSNIw/Tb4QbiYueJI/AAAAAAAABeM/K1101UvSPdc/s1600/2011_04_24_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933051768502418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wvev8zSNIw/Tb4QbiYueJI/AAAAAAAABeM/K1101UvSPdc/s320/2011_04_24_0889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry and our family friend, Jaxson, claiming their eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0h1kk7AE4/Tb4QbXv1HRI/AAAAAAAABeE/UkjdsJTBF9c/s1600/2011_04_24_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601933048912616722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0h1kk7AE4/Tb4QbXv1HRI/AAAAAAAABeE/UkjdsJTBF9c/s320/2011_04_24_0897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker in full sprint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fSezY0hjHw/Tb4PqROCyfI/AAAAAAAABd8/sz5hftEJXMg/s1600/2011_04_24_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601932205346703858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fSezY0hjHw/Tb4PqROCyfI/AAAAAAAABd8/sz5hftEJXMg/s320/2011_04_24_0896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry found one... that or she is picking my flowers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq5Za_fTnCw/Tb4PqIo9IdI/AAAAAAAABd0/1MAbzpuHCRA/s1600/2011_04_24_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601932203043660242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq5Za_fTnCw/Tb4PqIo9IdI/AAAAAAAABd0/1MAbzpuHCRA/s320/2011_04_24_0891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton is not a greedy man... he is so happy to have just one egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0B0VVCHwLDc/Tb4Ppk2KgqI/AAAAAAAABds/Zt1uzbBsGDI/s1600/2011_04_24_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601932193435386530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0B0VVCHwLDc/Tb4Ppk2KgqI/AAAAAAAABds/Zt1uzbBsGDI/s320/2011_04_24_0888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker, not so much. He wanted an arm full. Guess the pink ones were the eaisest to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNqwphALcKc/Tb4PpfPJXYI/AAAAAAAABdk/ND2bSMr1CLg/s1600/2011_04_24_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601932191929556354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNqwphALcKc/Tb4PpfPJXYI/AAAAAAAABdk/ND2bSMr1CLg/s320/2011_04_24_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Bry has sucess too... Guess we can call it a good hunt, and a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-4164393245931031891?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4164393245931031891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=4164393245931031891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4164393245931031891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4164393245931031891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-easter-celebrations.html' title='Our Easter Celebrations'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziz4llni4yo/Tb4V4-j6bSI/AAAAAAAABjE/hwXSGFqtWVQ/s72-c/2011_04_23_0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3899950256588651967</id><published>2011-04-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:14.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took a day to play at the beach. True to our tradition, we had breakfast at Charlie's Chili. They are known for their sour dough french toast, but I would suggest their omelets. Yummy! The beach front restaurants are all pretty small, and we, along with our friends filled half of this one.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WaXR5Jwm9Q/TbDwvrdeuQI/AAAAAAAABdc/kiNoOWSw9_E/s1600/2011_04_14_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598239038732417282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WaXR5Jwm9Q/TbDwvrdeuQI/AAAAAAAABdc/kiNoOWSw9_E/s320/2011_04_14_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone waiting to order...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqgV_jawPFw/TbDwvBC3YrI/AAAAAAAABdU/7pg9u70AUfM/s1600/2011_04_14_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598239027346498226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqgV_jawPFw/TbDwvBC3YrI/AAAAAAAABdU/7pg9u70AUfM/s320/2011_04_14_0791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and Easton at the Beach. Easton loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oerpN_-cPc/TbDwu4UAUNI/AAAAAAAABdM/G3b1fi4JfNM/s1600/2011_04_14_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598239025002467538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oerpN_-cPc/TbDwu4UAUNI/AAAAAAAABdM/G3b1fi4JfNM/s320/2011_04_14_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, Parker wants to live on the Beach, so I guess its safe to say, he loves the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rejSDXBz45Q/TbDvHcdHWtI/AAAAAAAABdE/D983sdybBLc/s1600/2011_04_14_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237247997958866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rejSDXBz45Q/TbDvHcdHWtI/AAAAAAAABdE/D983sdybBLc/s320/2011_04_14_0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Landon was drowning in the sand... I am not quite sure. Teenagers should come with instruction manuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30i0-e2FFng/TbDvHIjylXI/AAAAAAAABc8/2SGm2XscpiE/s1600/2011_04_15_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237242657248626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30i0-e2FFng/TbDvHIjylXI/AAAAAAAABc8/2SGm2XscpiE/s320/2011_04_15_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys all playing in the sand. Look, even Easton thinks he is part of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63X9cEiFs7k/TbDvG_rOyhI/AAAAAAAABc0/3vQ5xHbybZw/s1600/2011_04_15_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237240272538130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63X9cEiFs7k/TbDvG_rOyhI/AAAAAAAABc0/3vQ5xHbybZw/s320/2011_04_15_0795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I... enjoying the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz1YpFy-IT0/TbDvGepi4KI/AAAAAAAABcs/YK3mOdtG_6w/s1600/2011_04_15_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598237231407095970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oz1YpFy-IT0/TbDvGepi4KI/AAAAAAAABcs/YK3mOdtG_6w/s320/2011_04_15_0796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the life... Sun, Sand, Surf, and Snoozing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-3899950256588651967?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3899950256588651967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3899950256588651967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3899950256588651967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3899950256588651967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the Beach!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WaXR5Jwm9Q/TbDwvrdeuQI/AAAAAAAABdc/kiNoOWSw9_E/s72-c/2011_04_14_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-4164611267392776810</id><published>2011-04-21T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:24.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have loved Disneyland since I was a little girl. And now that I have 3 young children, I have even more excuses to go! Yay! During our week in Cali, we spent two days at Disneyland and California Adventure. Though very tiring, we had a blast!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGWG2FKDgLk/TbDia2T262I/AAAAAAAABck/5bO-C2b9gog/s1600/2011_04_14_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598223287704808290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGWG2FKDgLk/TbDia2T262I/AAAAAAAABck/5bO-C2b9gog/s320/2011_04_14_0789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disney is going Retro... Not sure how I feel about that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqS6NbUIUUo/TbDiagh_2SI/AAAAAAAABcc/GEloy5wdUb4/s1600/2011_04_11_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598223281858533666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqS6NbUIUUo/TbDiagh_2SI/AAAAAAAABcc/GEloy5wdUb4/s320/2011_04_11_0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kiddos...at least 2 out of 3 are looking. Notice Parker's poor eyes. His very responsible mother, let him get sunburned the day before.... Sorry Parkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08jbwCf9iLo/TbDiaHGJqzI/AAAAAAAABcU/AoRRMae0ds4/s1600/2011_04_12_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598223275030850354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08jbwCf9iLo/TbDiaHGJqzI/AAAAAAAABcU/AoRRMae0ds4/s320/2011_04_12_0767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, moments like this melt my heart, when I see that they actually love one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDuWZ14J5xw/TbDiZq-w44I/AAAAAAAABcM/YFv3VdrLdOk/s1600/2011_04_12_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598223267483673474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDuWZ14J5xw/TbDiZq-w44I/AAAAAAAABcM/YFv3VdrLdOk/s320/2011_04_12_0768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think we are on the Snow White ride...which is way disturbing by the way. But, Bryce's is face is classic, and I could not resist putting this on here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llYsrx3FNog/TbDiGlyooKI/AAAAAAAABcE/aLQgaADuz1Y/s1600/2011_04_12_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222939673108642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llYsrx3FNog/TbDiGlyooKI/AAAAAAAABcE/aLQgaADuz1Y/s320/2011_04_12_0769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding the Casey Train. I think I have been to Disneyland over a dozen times, and never ridden this ride. It was a Disneyland 1st for me, and of course the kids loved being locked in the monkey cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2_0TtlmT70/TbDiGSW8V6I/AAAAAAAABb8/jVmKRTZh8is/s1600/2011_04_12_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222934456686498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2_0TtlmT70/TbDiGSW8V6I/AAAAAAAABb8/jVmKRTZh8is/s320/2011_04_12_0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this pic is just for my memory's sake... My kids have to have their hair done everyday... its just something I have to do. With Bry, I can go crazy...but most days she is patient with me. However, I was amazed at how many comments I heard about her hair. And at how many people stopped us, to look at her hair. So, here is the front. ( And yes the crooked bows are driving me nuts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtZigHxQoNI/TbDiF4BWhsI/AAAAAAAABb0/tdUGmTfSlnQ/s1600/2011_04_12_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222927386805954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GtZigHxQoNI/TbDiF4BWhsI/AAAAAAAABb0/tdUGmTfSlnQ/s320/2011_04_12_0773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the back. I know it looks impressive, but its actually quite easy and quick. That is as long as Bry holds still... thats the hard part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uso4IVIs94g/TbDiFv9pyvI/AAAAAAAABbs/JEb3enRu3V8/s1600/2011_04_12_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222925223807730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uso4IVIs94g/TbDiFv9pyvI/AAAAAAAABbs/JEb3enRu3V8/s320/2011_04_12_0774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how happy Parker is... that lasted oh, a whole 3 secs... Then, the ride started and we were going crazy on the Matterhorn. Parker and Brylee both rode it. ( yes I am cruel.) There were no tears, but the looks of horror on their faces when we got off, were classic. Needless to say, they did not like the Abominable Snowman, and they refused to ride it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5JW-s8NvGM/TbDh43i2QiI/AAAAAAAABbk/GFbDaTzEOw8/s1600/2011_04_12_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222703920562722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5JW-s8NvGM/TbDh43i2QiI/AAAAAAAABbk/GFbDaTzEOw8/s320/2011_04_12_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I am a big picture taker... trust me, I only put a fraction of what I take on here. ( you are welcome) But, this one makes me laugh. Bryce finally thinks to take a pic, but I am already on it, taking one of him and Parker. But if you all wonder what I do all day... thats it, hiding behind the camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4pRnxVURP4/TbDh4VHuvKI/AAAAAAAABbc/cphgKfehiI4/s1600/2011_04_14_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222694680018082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4pRnxVURP4/TbDh4VHuvKI/AAAAAAAABbc/cphgKfehiI4/s320/2011_04_14_0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Toy Story ride... we waited in the longest, hottest line for this ride. I think it was a 50 min. wait... Not bad you say... you stand in that line with my busy, impatient, tired children, and we will see how you fare. :) It was painful. But, it is Parker's favorite, so I did it. And now Parker you have proof that I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ-nmEiEXao/TbDh4EnNLPI/AAAAAAAABbU/lOFGZtmV-pI/s1600/2011_04_14_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222690248633586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ-nmEiEXao/TbDh4EnNLPI/AAAAAAAABbU/lOFGZtmV-pI/s320/2011_04_14_0780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who wants to walk... my almost 1 year old does... He was so happy if I would let him down to walk around like this. I am just waiting for him to take off and do it on his own. It makes me sad too... cuz my baby is walking. I wish they stayed little longer... its so unfair how they grow so fast... if I have to be prego for 9 months, by darn they should stay little and cuddly for at least 9 months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOzn28P8o5M/TbDh32D2YHI/AAAAAAAABbM/nhHAfoLRjvE/s1600/2011_04_14_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222686342242418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOzn28P8o5M/TbDh32D2YHI/AAAAAAAABbM/nhHAfoLRjvE/s320/2011_04_14_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry attempting to show me her "cute shues." She is obsessed...wonder whos fault that is???? I blame Bryce.... Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLXpHcYvSVU/TbDhY_7WbNI/AAAAAAAABbE/dK81HjFL5wc/s1600/2011_04_14_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222156415003858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CLXpHcYvSVU/TbDhY_7WbNI/AAAAAAAABbE/dK81HjFL5wc/s320/2011_04_14_0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry and Grandma on the Toy Story Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voik2e0vlzw/TbDhYr6kA_I/AAAAAAAABa8/KgLFQFsojYU/s1600/2011_04_14_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222151042991090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voik2e0vlzw/TbDhYr6kA_I/AAAAAAAABa8/KgLFQFsojYU/s320/2011_04_14_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton thinking he is such a "big" boy. Riding the Merry-Go- Round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k10mSQRj-K0/TbDhYMdn19I/AAAAAAAABa0/P24n5Msl3iA/s1600/2011_04_14_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222142600107986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k10mSQRj-K0/TbDhYMdn19I/AAAAAAAABa0/P24n5Msl3iA/s320/2011_04_14_0787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Parker wanted was one of these big suckers... And, he ate it all that night. Thats so disgusting, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaVOTCr7kEs/TbDhXX2bQuI/AAAAAAAABas/nXiae9UZZJ8/s1600/2011_04_14_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598222128477061858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IaVOTCr7kEs/TbDhXX2bQuI/AAAAAAAABas/nXiae9UZZJ8/s320/2011_04_14_0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, by the end of our second day, Brylee was not feeling well... in fact she was pretty sick. But, I have to laugh at this pic... see how she is putting her hand to her forehead like that... that is exactly what I do when I am sick or in pain. In fact I think I have a picture from the day she was born when I look just like that, while I waited for my epidural. Its crazy what your kids inherit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-4164611267392776810?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4164611267392776810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=4164611267392776810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4164611267392776810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4164611267392776810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-loved-disneyland-since-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGWG2FKDgLk/TbDia2T262I/AAAAAAAABck/5bO-C2b9gog/s72-c/2011_04_14_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1634604335710919207</id><published>2011-04-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:37:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Days 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Day 3 we spent at the pool. We thought we were getting a nice tan, but most of us ended up burned on some area or another. :) And then that evening we went to one of our favorite places...BJ's Pizza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxWW4O8bZvE/TaznvuGg68I/AAAAAAAABYk/iZ1Y1KI77Xk/s1600/2011_04_11_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103243929906114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxWW4O8bZvE/TaznvuGg68I/AAAAAAAABYk/iZ1Y1KI77Xk/s320/2011_04_11_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton is all smiles. Who could resist this kid... I know that I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I814ps0r5JQ/TaznvZzlmaI/AAAAAAAABYc/ii2NyE-AJ1g/s1600/2011_04_11_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103238481811874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I814ps0r5JQ/TaznvZzlmaI/AAAAAAAABYc/ii2NyE-AJ1g/s320/2011_04_11_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the day he was born, he has been my happy baby. I love this kid so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahijQrRIxFU/TaznvNzEo-I/AAAAAAAABYU/Af8Jn0T-Ano/s1600/2011_04_11_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103235258426338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahijQrRIxFU/TaznvNzEo-I/AAAAAAAABYU/Af8Jn0T-Ano/s320/2011_04_11_0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My other handsome boy, who is almost 5! Wow time has flown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-ZMp7OvvXM/Taznu_ETWLI/AAAAAAAABYM/7T3G_WQy9XM/s1600/2011_04_11_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597103231304161458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-ZMp7OvvXM/Taznu_ETWLI/AAAAAAAABYM/7T3G_WQy9XM/s320/2011_04_11_0750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what Brylee is doing. When I asked her, as I blogged this, she said, " It's my shark face." Too bad she is not very scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWrR9394gto/TaznZKwUv3I/AAAAAAAABYE/BzueA4fMxfo/s1600/2011_04_11_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102856484470642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWrR9394gto/TaznZKwUv3I/AAAAAAAABYE/BzueA4fMxfo/s320/2011_04_11_0751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang at BJ's Pizza. It is the best. I highly recommend it. The pizza is the best I have ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHW3NszIgx0/TaznYlnbRII/AAAAAAAABX8/7MQdvGH4rmc/s1600/2011_04_11_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102846515037314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHW3NszIgx0/TaznYlnbRII/AAAAAAAABX8/7MQdvGH4rmc/s320/2011_04_11_0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we went to play on Balboa Island. The kids love the little arcade that is there, as well as the rides. Bry is a natural cheat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDb_IHUgvps/TaznYCaU1lI/AAAAAAAABX0/aW18srrHxlc/s1600/2011_04_11_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102837064848978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDb_IHUgvps/TaznYCaU1lI/AAAAAAAABX0/aW18srrHxlc/s320/2011_04_11_0753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom hanging with Easton. He loved the lights and noise in the Arcade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er1kItw3cVE/TaznX-mh74I/AAAAAAAABXs/BB92g8_tuDw/s1600/2011_04_11_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102836042297218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er1kItw3cVE/TaznX-mh74I/AAAAAAAABXs/BB92g8_tuDw/s320/2011_04_11_0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; True to my core, of not wanting to fail, I chose to play a game that you won no matter what. Plus, it took little skill or coordination... all I had to do was a roll a ball down a ramp. Easy enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHDF0MioY7E/Tazm6KE6TWI/AAAAAAAABXk/aF02kanZGLo/s1600/2011_04_11_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102323726437730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHDF0MioY7E/Tazm6KE6TWI/AAAAAAAABXk/aF02kanZGLo/s320/2011_04_11_0756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, Janna plays one game of Deal, No Deal, and wins the blasted jackpot! Way to go Janna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWzY87W46jA/Tazm5v4261I/AAAAAAAABXc/-I1hY60-EoM/s1600/2011_04_11_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102316696562514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWzY87W46jA/Tazm5v4261I/AAAAAAAABXc/-I1hY60-EoM/s320/2011_04_11_0757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how sweet...I am such a nice mommy, taking my little girl on the longest Ferris ride ever! I swear that the ride attendant thought he wanted to see me puke. I think we were on that ride over 15 mins. No lies. Around, and around, and around. Needless to say, I denied wanting ice cream after getting off the Ferris ride. Brylee... this is proof of how much I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7gQJaYEb5A/Tazm5E7rtsI/AAAAAAAABXU/ZihVjIgC_u4/s1600/2011_04_11_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102305165686466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7gQJaYEb5A/Tazm5E7rtsI/AAAAAAAABXU/ZihVjIgC_u4/s320/2011_04_11_0758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and his buddy, Jack. Do Not let those sweet little faces deceive you. Together these two spell T.R.O.U.B.L.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usaF_CXGvLs/Tazm43dDTsI/AAAAAAAABXM/wE-Dljm1sps/s1600/2011_04_11_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597102301547548354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usaF_CXGvLs/Tazm43dDTsI/AAAAAAAABXM/wE-Dljm1sps/s320/2011_04_11_0759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohhhhhh... aren't we cute. JK I can't get any taller heels though, or Bryce will develop a complex. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u8zeh10jBg/TazmY6Ok-2I/AAAAAAAABXE/65JwIzZizbU/s1600/2011_04_11_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597101752536333154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1u8zeh10jBg/TazmY6Ok-2I/AAAAAAAABXE/65JwIzZizbU/s320/2011_04_11_0760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Janna and Easton. She was trying so hard to show him the seals in the bay. However, if it does not make a lot of noise, or have bright lights, it rarely grabs Easton's attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xztW9jiGMw4/TazmYsaaGcI/AAAAAAAABW8/bQUaDtdcdQ8/s1600/2011_04_11_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597101748827855298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xztW9jiGMw4/TazmYsaaGcI/AAAAAAAABW8/bQUaDtdcdQ8/s320/2011_04_11_0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing is more beautiful then the sunsets at Newport Beach. We are on the tail end of this one, but it was gorgeous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XgDsamq1WA/TazmYCCFQtI/AAAAAAAABW0/H5Yjc_kbC5A/s1600/2011_04_11_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597101737451537106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XgDsamq1WA/TazmYCCFQtI/AAAAAAAABW0/H5Yjc_kbC5A/s320/2011_04_11_0763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the Grants! Thank you so much for being our travel buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLvGP8TenHU/TazmX2F3JgI/AAAAAAAABWs/EUxYSdb-kRQ/s1600/2011_04_11_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597101734246163970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLvGP8TenHU/TazmX2F3JgI/AAAAAAAABWs/EUxYSdb-kRQ/s320/2011_04_11_0762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One last pic... by now Easton is no longer looking, Bry is crying for me, Parker wants to bolt and go catch up with Jack, and Landon is just Landon. But check out my hair, not sure if Easton got a hold of it, or the wind, either way, I think it looks cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-1634604335710919207?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1634604335710919207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1634604335710919207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1634604335710919207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1634604335710919207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-days-3-and-4.html' title='Spring Break Days 3 and 4'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxWW4O8bZvE/TaznvuGg68I/AAAAAAAABYk/iZ1Y1KI77Xk/s72-c/2011_04_11_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-7261210448023057779</id><published>2011-04-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:56:41.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Days 1 and 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let Spring Break begin....The lovely Utah spring weather once again reminded us why we were willing to drive 10 plus hours, with 3 young, impatient children, in hopes of finding the sun at the Beach. The weather as we packed our car to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ZWMXgF9pU/TaOIxxCr6EI/AAAAAAAABWk/dy4SiIwfZrw/s1600/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594465550683859010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ZWMXgF9pU/TaOIxxCr6EI/AAAAAAAABWk/dy4SiIwfZrw/s320/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry... she is driving her 4-wheeler to the Beach. She did not want to wait for us! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuIIQBUJT1U/TaOIx1qFHrI/AAAAAAAABWc/EPIqyIc7Iu4/s1600/spring%2Bbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594465551922831026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuIIQBUJT1U/TaOIx1qFHrI/AAAAAAAABWc/EPIqyIc7Iu4/s320/spring%2Bbreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite the tower of luggage! I guess that is what it takes to get a family of 7 on vacation, plus Grandma, and a friend! I just loved that we were driving, so my bag could be as heavy as I wanted. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTjBy2gkkdQ/TaOIjeqBMmI/AAAAAAAABWU/QwEumIvZvkA/s1600/2011_04_07_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594465305230389858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTjBy2gkkdQ/TaOIjeqBMmI/AAAAAAAABWU/QwEumIvZvkA/s320/2011_04_07_0737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group all settled in... here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX2OdOACPOg/TaOIjKppfRI/AAAAAAAABWM/tlTXQ1Kbbvo/s1600/2011_04_07_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594465299860126994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xX2OdOACPOg/TaOIjKppfRI/AAAAAAAABWM/tlTXQ1Kbbvo/s320/2011_04_07_0738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easton was happy as long as he had a sucker. Good thing I brought a bag of 300! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuHoC_T3114/TaOGuXh9-BI/AAAAAAAABWE/-X2rnyAoWBg/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594463293272881170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuHoC_T3114/TaOGuXh9-BI/AAAAAAAABWE/-X2rnyAoWBg/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I trying to get in a wreck, as we take a photo op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVMqVPaAXBo/TaOGuUN4elI/AAAAAAAABV8/LcmdyWHQvNs/s1600/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594463292383328850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVMqVPaAXBo/TaOGuUN4elI/AAAAAAAABV8/LcmdyWHQvNs/s320/photo%2B%25286%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent 2 days in St. George. The weather was just awful! It was actually colder there, then in Highland. What a bummer. But, the kids had some fun hanging out with Kaylie, and seeing where she lived and went to school. Kaylie volunteers for Big Brothers Big Sisters, and she took Parker and Brylee to one of their events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tO7wZkX78Jg/TaOGt4rQarI/AAAAAAAABV0/hVSFUVvJvi8/s1600/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594463284990339762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tO7wZkX78Jg/TaOGt4rQarI/AAAAAAAABV0/hVSFUVvJvi8/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry and her cute Easter Bunny ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1x4QZ41iCs/TaOGt5SkrPI/AAAAAAAABVs/6xPBGg2XgLQ/s1600/2011_04_09_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594463285155245298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1x4QZ41iCs/TaOGt5SkrPI/AAAAAAAABVs/6xPBGg2XgLQ/s320/2011_04_09_0739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and Kaylie... the weather was so dreary, that the kids did not last long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NijIxJiDPso/TaOFT6Ip_hI/AAAAAAAABVk/Jnd8LGaZmfw/s1600/2011_04_09_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594461739193859602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NijIxJiDPso/TaOFT6Ip_hI/AAAAAAAABVk/Jnd8LGaZmfw/s320/2011_04_09_0740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, we made it to California! Our first meal there... In and Out! I know its not the novelty it once was, now that we have them in Utah, but it seemed like a good idea to keep the tradition anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sytjx2aYtXI/TaOFThmVb1I/AAAAAAAABVc/SgihuZPIiUg/s1600/2011_04_10_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594461732607455058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sytjx2aYtXI/TaOFThmVb1I/AAAAAAAABVc/SgihuZPIiUg/s320/2011_04_10_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our view from our hotel room. The blue at the top, is the ocean. Our condo sits up on a hill, away from the beach, but its warmer here, so its a nice compromise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQObpEaI2eM/TaOFTdxMIYI/AAAAAAAABVU/DN0hqjLD_BU/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594461731579240834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQObpEaI2eM/TaOFTdxMIYI/AAAAAAAABVU/DN0hqjLD_BU/s320/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A look at one of the pools at our resort. Its beautiful huh, and you are all jealous too. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkY5yFt1wk0/TaOFTQEy1UI/AAAAAAAABVM/jEWBTDSEFv8/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594461727903372610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkY5yFt1wk0/TaOFTQEy1UI/AAAAAAAABVM/jEWBTDSEFv8/s320/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bry checking out the Koi fish in the pond outside the front of the resort. This is one of the highlights for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyQdikPCGxc/TaOFTBRIDuI/AAAAAAAABVE/COj4tmr8K7o/s1600/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594461723928563426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyQdikPCGxc/TaOFTBRIDuI/AAAAAAAABVE/COj4tmr8K7o/s320/photo%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the sun! Chillin by the pool... Bryce and Parker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBn8KiQkkcI/TaOEjTeT3JI/AAAAAAAABU8/gj_zGN1P6jg/s1600/2011_04_11_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594460904181980306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBn8KiQkkcI/TaOEjTeT3JI/AAAAAAAABU8/gj_zGN1P6jg/s320/2011_04_11_0743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brylee, eating her lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4T6M18LfCM/TaOEjAYP-uI/AAAAAAAABU0/uWzAgNQh5eM/s1600/2011_04_11_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594460899056286434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4T6M18LfCM/TaOEjAYP-uI/AAAAAAAABU0/uWzAgNQh5eM/s320/2011_04_11_0742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite vacation meal. I don't know what it is about vacations, but I love eating junk food! Here is my fav, a Mango smoothie, and Nachos. No pool sitting is complete without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz9A87LfJ7I/TaOEin_gYgI/AAAAAAAABUs/OciOioOn894/s1600/2011_04_11_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594460892510052866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sz9A87LfJ7I/TaOEin_gYgI/AAAAAAAABUs/OciOioOn894/s320/2011_04_11_0744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker and his friends, playing in the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JISMt4rpeIo/TaOEidNO28I/AAAAAAAABUk/KzRpiUMJ4NI/s1600/2011_04_11_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594460889614834626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JISMt4rpeIo/TaOEidNO28I/AAAAAAAABUk/KzRpiUMJ4NI/s320/2011_04_11_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brylee's face says it all... we love Newport Beach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtBdqP0S2xI/TaOEiOOcR5I/AAAAAAAABUc/xgHp238iyfk/s1600/2011_04_11_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594460885593376658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtBdqP0S2xI/TaOEiOOcR5I/AAAAAAAABUc/xgHp238iyfk/s320/2011_04_11_0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7153905196297646220-7261210448023057779?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7261210448023057779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=7261210448023057779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/7261210448023057779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/7261210448023057779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-days-1-and-2.html' title='Spring Break Days 1 and 2'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1ZWMXgF9pU/TaOIxxCr6EI/AAAAAAAABWk/dy4SiIwfZrw/s72-c/photo%2B%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-441644186217378485</id><published>2011-04-03T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:01:17.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the other night on the news, the weather man said that based on the past, we have a 70% chance of rain or snow over Conference Weekend. And true to that, this was the view from our front door this morning. I should mention, that yesterday it was 70 degrees, and my kids were wearing shorts. Got to love Spring in Utah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0qPlZceet0/TZi9bYxwB0I/AAAAAAAABUU/br_aRRKrD-M/s1600/2011_04_03_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591427215585707842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0qPlZceet0/TZi9bYxwB0I/AAAAAAAABUU/br_aRRKrD-M/s320/2011_04_03_0732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all my friends, that don't live in Utah, this is how we do Conference.... PJ's and relaxation. :) Sorry for all of you, that attend in Stake Centers and such. I would not want to fight my kids for 8 hours! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o21bsvoY__o/TZi9TEtAC_I/AAAAAAAABUM/Ntc3srjZ4mE/s1600/2011_04_03_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591427072758123506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o21bsvoY__o/TZi9TEtAC_I/AAAAAAAABUM/Ntc3srjZ4mE/s320/2011_04_03_0736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my adorable baby, who is almost not a baby anymore. Last year at this time, we were still casting bets over if he was a girl or a boy, and I was praying he would wait until May to come. He is so sweet, and I love him sooooo much! I do not know what I would do without my little sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtQPjJaLJrs/TZi9StYEzMI/AAAAAAAABUE/X-L63c77vBY/s1600/2011_04_03_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591427066496339138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtQPjJaLJrs/TZi9StYEzMI/AAAAAAAABUE/X-L63c77vBY/s320/2011_04_03_0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each year it seems we get fixated on something. Puzzles, Sudoku, Scrap booking. This year it was the dreaded Rubik Cube. Shari had to get online and get the instructions. Cheaters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlUCQmPdr_4/TZi9SX_NMjI/AAAAAAAABT8/iqaQvstZLug/s1600/2011_04_03_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591427060754887218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlUCQmPdr_4/TZi9SX_NMjI/AAAAAAAABT8/iqaQvstZLug/s320/2011_04_03_0735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenni, pretending to listen, while playing Farm Frenzy on my I-Pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scVR6zRVMUA/TZi9R5n0R7I/AAAAAAAABT0/KlSbfrYLSas/s1600/2011_04_03_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591427052603721650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-scVR6zRVMUA/TZi9R5n0R7I/AAAAAAAABT0/KlSbfrYLSas/s320/2011_04_03_0734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I will be considered a bad mom, but I don't require my little ones to watch conference. So, thanks to Walt Disney and the timely release of the movie Tangled. It kept Parker and my niece, Aubrey happy and quiet, while we got through the first Sunday session. They have a love hate relationship. Today it looks like the love won out. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0P2hHq9o8w/TZi87a2Gm2I/AAAAAAAABTs/LoPmvvlmSro/s1600/2011_04_03_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591426666385021794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0P2hHq9o8w/TZi87a2Gm2I/AAAAAAAABTs/LoPmvvlmSro/s320/2011_04_03_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so true to us... even on a spiritual day, my kids can be counted on for some good laughs! Being a pediatric nurse, I decided I would teach my kids the correct anatomical terms for body parts. (Trust me, you would be amazed at what some parents teach their kids.) I have also been open to answering my kids questions about their bodies. Well, it came back to bite me today. Here is Brylee posing with her " Bobs." Its no typo, she calls them "Bobs."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8gzjZ0lrx8/TZi87A9li1I/AAAAAAAABTk/Sb7u29YHdu4/s1600/2011_04_03_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591426659437087570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k8gzjZ0lrx8/TZi87A9li1I/AAAAAAAABTk/Sb7u29YHdu4/s320/2011_04_03_0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She said, " Mom, I am big now, and now I have my bobs." My only thought is, I hope they stay that perky honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3slgb31d2us/TZi86vK7BTI/AAAAAAAABTc/GRFartB7XVs/s1600/2011_04_03_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591426654661182770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3slgb31d2us/TZi86vK7BTI/AAAAAAAABTc/GRFartB7XVs/s320/2011_04_03_0731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-441644186217378485?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/441644186217378485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=441644186217378485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/441644186217378485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/441644186217378485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0qPlZceet0/TZi9bYxwB0I/AAAAAAAABUU/br_aRRKrD-M/s72-c/2011_04_03_0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-9150431438669689622</id><published>2011-03-14T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:25:18.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In January we took a quick trip to Florida to escape the Utah snow. I am not sure who was more excited, me or my kiddos. We spent one week enjoying the sunshine. Here are some highlights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here we are posing with Minnie. As you can see, Brylee was not thrilled about the characters. This was her reaction the whole week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKwLvLq4mKA/TX7U8idoISI/AAAAAAAABTU/2XRsehby70U/s1600/2011_01_28_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134724494303522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKwLvLq4mKA/TX7U8idoISI/AAAAAAAABTU/2XRsehby70U/s320/2011_01_28_0454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our two little princesses. They turned heads wherever they went. People thought they looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5oMCWzjWAM/TX7U8S_xDnI/AAAAAAAABTM/ACevN4Sl-tw/s1600/2011_01_29_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134720342527602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5oMCWzjWAM/TX7U8S_xDnI/AAAAAAAABTM/ACevN4Sl-tw/s320/2011_01_29_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee wants to live here. :) ( Me too, sweetie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWl9KVkrDgw/TX7UdE6nFDI/AAAAAAAABTE/VIxM4-1cQn8/s1600/2011_01_29_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134183986861106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWl9KVkrDgw/TX7UdE6nFDI/AAAAAAAABTE/VIxM4-1cQn8/s320/2011_01_29_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ride is not for mommy... unless you think its fun to watch me lose my lunch. So, that left Daddy to be the spinner. The kids loved it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv-gIiaiQ0w/TX7Uc58tnYI/AAAAAAAABS8/D_1-ZVTNlmI/s1600/2011_01_29_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134181042888066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv-gIiaiQ0w/TX7Uc58tnYI/AAAAAAAABS8/D_1-ZVTNlmI/s320/2011_01_29_0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with Princess Belle. Did you notice that Brylee is not screaming.... she adored the princesses and the fairies, just the masked characters did her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xc9EZDBEqxc/TX7UcuNUYeI/AAAAAAAABS0/_Nl54z7FCpI/s1600/2011_01_29_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134177891312098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xc9EZDBEqxc/TX7UcuNUYeI/AAAAAAAABS0/_Nl54z7FCpI/s320/2011_01_29_0504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the "sistas" riding one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sssvZY_GXt4/TX7Ub1Dzq-I/AAAAAAAABSs/cK0VmHRhcFc/s1600/2011_01_29_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134162550598626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sssvZY_GXt4/TX7Ub1Dzq-I/AAAAAAAABSs/cK0VmHRhcFc/s320/2011_01_29_0723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our day at Universal Studios...which I must admit is seriously lacking when compared to the park in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYd-uRSqdxc/TX7TS1OjXvI/AAAAAAAABSk/Rg3JhTlvCJk/s1600/2011_01_30_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132908465217266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WYd-uRSqdxc/TX7TS1OjXvI/AAAAAAAABSk/Rg3JhTlvCJk/s320/2011_01_30_0508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Shari and I earned a free 20 bucks, giving our opinions about plastic containers. I am sure they are sorry that they even asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3VpButj0I4/TX7TSX8O4YI/AAAAAAAABSc/zy_oTjyDpSo/s1600/2011_01_30_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132900603748738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3VpButj0I4/TX7TSX8O4YI/AAAAAAAABSc/zy_oTjyDpSo/s320/2011_01_30_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ohhhh... these two are in so much trouble when he gets big enough to sit on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4htCrdb4f0/TX7TSKv0waI/AAAAAAAABSU/iLBzlKl2ppA/s1600/2011_01_30_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132897062044066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4htCrdb4f0/TX7TSKv0waI/AAAAAAAABSU/iLBzlKl2ppA/s320/2011_01_30_0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brylee, looking at a map....she thought she was the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9F_bkAL5Nh4/TX7TRrjw-jI/AAAAAAAABSM/VQWR8w33eBg/s1600/2011_01_31_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132888689965618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9F_bkAL5Nh4/TX7TRrjw-jI/AAAAAAAABSM/VQWR8w33eBg/s320/2011_01_31_0515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and I on the Safari ride. Notice that none of our children wanted to sit by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3DwsMe_cU4U/TX7S1ki8rHI/AAAAAAAABSE/c-lFJ_wkqpg/s1600/2011_01_31_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132405771152498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3DwsMe_cU4U/TX7S1ki8rHI/AAAAAAAABSE/c-lFJ_wkqpg/s320/2011_01_31_0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kiddos posing with Pochantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLd7JEpnqps/TX7S1GTGq-I/AAAAAAAABR8/85ycqQpaPEQ/s1600/2011_01_31_0538%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132397651635170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLd7JEpnqps/TX7S1GTGq-I/AAAAAAAABR8/85ycqQpaPEQ/s320/2011_01_31_0538%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crew waiting for a parade. The parades were definitely a highlight for the kids. However I got so annoyed that we would get seats up to 2 hours early, just to have some people come and try to sit in front of my kids at the last moment. Needless to say, there were a few words exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxohpgt6FnY/TX7S04pGV1I/AAAAAAAABR0/l5JFdYt2AGw/s1600/2011_01_31_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132393985791826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxohpgt6FnY/TX7S04pGV1I/AAAAAAAABR0/l5JFdYt2AGw/s320/2011_01_31_0551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, here it is... Harry Potter World. I grew up a little ahead of the Harry Potter phenomena, but my siblings were obsessed. So, we spent a good amount of time here. And, though I am not obsessed, I have to admit, its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjGekyUwHjY/TX7S0mciJoI/AAAAAAAABRs/P9tImbCBxYk/s1600/2011_02_01_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584132389101250178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mjGekyUwHjY/TX7S0mciJoI/AAAAAAAABRs/P9tImbCBxYk/s320/2011_02_01_0576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton and I having "Butter Beer." It is actually really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhnYlt4ehj8/TX7SF9n7DjI/AAAAAAAABRk/_9GWMyhlicM/s1600/2011_02_01_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131587869183538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhnYlt4ehj8/TX7SF9n7DjI/AAAAAAAABRk/_9GWMyhlicM/s320/2011_02_01_0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, we did all the usual fun things, but sometimes it is the simple things that kids have the funniest doing. Here, we happened upon a jumping fountain. And despite the fact it was cool, we let them go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-FgyNorZsI/TX7SFeHlQrI/AAAAAAAABRc/4vnaucCtRLE/s1600/2011_02_01_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131579412038322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-FgyNorZsI/TX7SFeHlQrI/AAAAAAAABRc/4vnaucCtRLE/s320/2011_02_01_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8_W1p95RpA/TX7SExItsKI/AAAAAAAABRU/5V_PIZ7shNo/s1600/2011_02_01_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131567337189538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8_W1p95RpA/TX7SExItsKI/AAAAAAAABRU/5V_PIZ7shNo/s320/2011_02_01_0620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcuMe3g6i1E/TX7SEkN0fWI/AAAAAAAABRM/V9LeQRPlBac/s1600/2011_02_01_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131563868945762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcuMe3g6i1E/TX7SEkN0fWI/AAAAAAAABRM/V9LeQRPlBac/s320/2011_02_01_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hollywood Studios... we are posing with the Incredibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtrFFwZYSlQ/TX7RkmimWBI/AAAAAAAABRE/MXftwPig8es/s1600/2011_02_02_0628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131014737156114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtrFFwZYSlQ/TX7RkmimWBI/AAAAAAAABRE/MXftwPig8es/s320/2011_02_02_0628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce spouse napping me, for at least one pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBO8Cff4jso/TX7Rj4uro7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/E3NPkEqDK84/s1600/2011_02_02_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131002439803826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBO8Cff4jso/TX7Rj4uro7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/E3NPkEqDK84/s320/2011_02_02_0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fighting over Grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMzmt0pmRKI/TX7RjvuLGXI/AAAAAAAABQ0/j0pVueMUFpw/s1600/2011_02_02_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584131000021752178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EMzmt0pmRKI/TX7RjvuLGXI/AAAAAAAABQ0/j0pVueMUFpw/s320/2011_02_02_0640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are on Splash Mountain for like the 5th or 6th time. :) It was Parker's most favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when he saw it, he did not want to go on it, but I am a mean mom, and I make my kids try everything at least once, especially, before they tell me they don't like it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130448854886914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kF1nxN0S_tw/TX7RDqdwKgI/AAAAAAAABQs/bOEVTB2FB50/s320/2011_02_03_0684.JPG" /&gt;This is the one attraction we waited the longest for... meeting Rapunzel and Flynn Rider. We waited almost two hours. ( yes we are nuts) Its way to bad that this Flynn looks nothing like the cartoon Flynn. I have a cartoon crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11UGvnVqAr4/TX7RC8VnXdI/AAAAAAAABQk/ToMZUsKLWkA/s1600/2011_02_03_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130436472724946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11UGvnVqAr4/TX7RC8VnXdI/AAAAAAAABQk/ToMZUsKLWkA/s320/2011_02_03_0669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easton taking time to flirt with the fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D29j8ymGlno/TX7RCu0D42I/AAAAAAAABQc/pDCNz9w8geY/s1600/2011_02_03_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584130432842326882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D29j8ymGlno/TX7RCu0D42I/AAAAAAAABQc/pDCNz9w8geY/s320/2011_02_03_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you know, I love Disney Land and Disney World. They are happy places for me. And, I am thrilled that my kids love them too. It will be a sad day when my kids complain when I want to take them to Disneyland, so for now... I am relishing in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-9150431438669689622?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9150431438669689622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=9150431438669689622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/9150431438669689622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/9150431438669689622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney-world-2011.html' title='Disney World 2011'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VKwLvLq4mKA/TX7U8idoISI/AAAAAAAABTU/2XRsehby70U/s72-c/2011_01_28_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-921153629961020489</id><published>2011-03-11T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:01:20.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi... Did you miss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi all... I know I have been a bad blogger lately. I guess adding a 3rd baby to the mix, did take some adjusting, as well as we kept living our busy, crazy lives. Not to mention that I returned to work after only 6 weeks of maternity leave, and have worked 3-4 days a week since. :) It does not leave much time for my sweet little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' blog. So here is our run down of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In May, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt; graduated from Lone Peak High School. She is currently attending college at Dixie State in St. George. She is working on her generals, and hopes to get into Radiology Tech school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvxJj-OMT38/TXp57d7YrsI/AAAAAAAABPU/cSh4P1D2cvo/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908750632103618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvxJj-OMT38/TXp57d7YrsI/AAAAAAAABPU/cSh4P1D2cvo/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUNE:  For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie's&lt;/span&gt; "Senior" trip, we went to New York with our neighbors and friends, The Grant's. We had such a great time. It almost felt like two trips in one. The first half we spent in upper New York, visiting Niagara Falls, and some church sites. The last half we were in New York City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we are, sleep deprived, freezing, but smiling in front of the Falls. They are impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdvpWNAnTKc/TXp56xBUA_I/AAAAAAAABPM/tqV0sEeooNs/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908738577368050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OdvpWNAnTKc/TXp56xBUA_I/AAAAAAAABPM/tqV0sEeooNs/s320/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the family home of Joseph Smith. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;.... its way to small for this Smith clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAhY8yJ4r8/TXp56olPWqI/AAAAAAAABPE/azM6LroCqc0/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908736312138402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAhY8yJ4r8/TXp56olPWqI/AAAAAAAABPE/azM6LroCqc0/s320/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are standing in the Scared Grove. I was so surprised at its size. It's huge. However, there is definitely a different feeling there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; even seemed to respect the reverence of this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qLeKaNsA74/TXp5zRFJFNI/AAAAAAAABO8/n-SGIm-JNJQ/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908609744409810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qLeKaNsA74/TXp5zRFJFNI/AAAAAAAABO8/n-SGIm-JNJQ/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Square Baby.... need I say more. :) We stayed at the Marriott hotel right in time square, there was always so much going on. While we were in NYC, we saw Wicked, and now I am an extreme fan. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d63d7PjVpw/TXp5zLmV0JI/AAAAAAAABO0/-0fVAz-xvpA/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908608273043602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d63d7PjVpw/TXp5zLmV0JI/AAAAAAAABO0/-0fVAz-xvpA/s320/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are eating at the famous restaurant, Serendipity. The frozen hot chocolate that they are known for is worth the 15 bucks a cup. But better then that, Tom Cruise ate dinner right next to us. Now, that is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeNpZaQz8JY/TXp5y_GLobI/AAAAAAAABOs/fc3ijjWaKn0/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908604916933042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KeNpZaQz8JY/TXp5y_GLobI/AAAAAAAABOs/fc3ijjWaKn0/s320/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We became masters of the subway. It was a blessing to our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlNL6Y3aw0c/TXp5ymWXIkI/AAAAAAAABOk/z2a0yoosrmM/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908598273909314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlNL6Y3aw0c/TXp5ymWXIkI/AAAAAAAABOk/z2a0yoosrmM/s320/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mja3jf8eLY/TXp5yZ0GVpI/AAAAAAAABOc/rvn2F2Pfaww/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908594908976786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mja3jf8eLY/TXp5yZ0GVpI/AAAAAAAABOc/rvn2F2Pfaww/s320/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JULY: During the month of July we were gone more then we were home. However, on July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we blessed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. We had an impressive crowd. Thanks to all those who supported us this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ba-N8oouUY8/TXp5l3uU7aI/AAAAAAAABOU/gEedWDno-OU/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908379599531426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ba-N8oouUY8/TXp5l3uU7aI/AAAAAAAABOU/gEedWDno-OU/s320/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce did a firework show for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrdDmcEt9E0/TXp5lhg0BSI/AAAAAAAABOM/1bnplqXo4zY/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908373637268770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrdDmcEt9E0/TXp5lhg0BSI/AAAAAAAABOM/1bnplqXo4zY/s320/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On July 25, my sweet boy turned 4. He had a Toy Story Birthday, basically because he was obsessed. We spent the day at the Dinosaur Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7-WwMsmbhY/TXp5lZF_2NI/AAAAAAAABOE/nU-ZcVcr368/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908371377314002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7-WwMsmbhY/TXp5lZF_2NI/AAAAAAAABOE/nU-ZcVcr368/s320/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last week we spent at New Port Beach with the Harvey Family. Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylie&lt;/span&gt; and her boyfriend, Ty, playing in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBZ0evSn7sE/TXp5lFl478I/AAAAAAAABN8/6agLogbr5q8/s1600/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908366142369730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBZ0evSn7sE/TXp5lFl478I/AAAAAAAABN8/6agLogbr5q8/s320/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say Parker is obsessed with the ocean, is an understatement. I am afraid this trip was the beginning of a love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0OgtUE4Wls/TXp5k3efS5I/AAAAAAAABN0/tIbPRFN8Bbg/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908362353232786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0OgtUE4Wls/TXp5k3efS5I/AAAAAAAABN0/tIbPRFN8Bbg/s320/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the trip too....he got held all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9uBrusLrnw/TXp5a0I63wI/AAAAAAAABNs/XIsQGxhue00/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908189658767106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V9uBrusLrnw/TXp5a0I63wI/AAAAAAAABNs/XIsQGxhue00/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bry&lt;/span&gt; had a fabulous time too. In the beginning, she did not like the feeling of the wet sand on her hands. However, after a week of beach sitting, she got use to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxdMw68bV_Q/TXp5anJqDMI/AAAAAAAABNk/CEu1VbFHzYE/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908186172198082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxdMw68bV_Q/TXp5anJqDMI/AAAAAAAABNk/CEu1VbFHzYE/s320/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; and Landon bonding. Part of the New Port tradition, is bike rides. We take long bike rides all over the place. Here we stopped for an ice cream treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSNi7vxb8oI/TXp5aYn0PZI/AAAAAAAABNc/rWN_KGP9XS0/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908182272163218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSNi7vxb8oI/TXp5aYn0PZI/AAAAAAAABNc/rWN_KGP9XS0/s320/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AUGUST: We spent resting from all our vacations... is that sick or what. :) However, Parker began playing soccer. It was the best time. They are hilarious. Not many goals are scored, but we have a ton of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKys4c67dDc/TXp5ZxUpUWI/AAAAAAAABNU/-JiV96mwW8Y/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908171722772834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKys4c67dDc/TXp5ZxUpUWI/AAAAAAAABNU/-JiV96mwW8Y/s320/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I am his mom, but I think he is so handsome. :) First day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school. And no, I am not one of those moms who cries. I was so excited he was going, I only wish it was 5 days a week instead of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2ug41qG0lM/TXp5Z2xe21I/AAAAAAAABNM/9RVyCbtsQco/s1600/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582908173185899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2ug41qG0lM/TXp5Z2xe21I/AAAAAAAABNM/9RVyCbtsQco/s320/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEPTEMBER: As I have done for 30 years of my life, for Labor Day, we attended the Saunder's Family reunion. The difference about this year, is that we were in charge. And, we honored my Grandpa. It was a fun weekend, but I was glad when it was done. Here we are posing in our cool shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-IybGSF4k/TXp4yvNKhXI/AAAAAAAABNE/3RLj6sqTMqA/s1600/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582907501139625330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-IybGSF4k/TXp4yvNKhXI/AAAAAAAABNE/3RLj6sqTMqA/s320/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture, and I will cherish it forever. During this time, my Grandma, was super sick. We actually had to get her released from a nursing home, so she could spend the day with us when he honored my Grandpa. Her memory was so-so, and she usually did not know who we were. She knew she loved us, but was confused by not recognizing us. For this brief moment, she knew me, had called me by my name, and asked to see my cute baby. I will never forget that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-UI-5YCSuw/TXp4yd-er-I/AAAAAAAABM8/UJHIekF5Z40/s1600/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582907496514629602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-UI-5YCSuw/TXp4yd-er-I/AAAAAAAABM8/UJHIekF5Z40/s320/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; naughty.....but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; turns two! And she had a "kitty hello" birthday. She does not say Hello Kitty. We spent the night at classic skating, and had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOcR48DskeY/TXp4yAh1WQI/AAAAAAAABM0/DSouiGsjCJ8/s1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582907488609851650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JOcR48DskeY/TXp4yAh1WQI/AAAAAAAABM0/DSouiGsjCJ8/s320/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I waste no time sticking my kids in beds. So, a few days after her birthday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; was moved form her crib to her big girl bed. She loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbvXG_7Yzo/TXp4x6-sqtI/AAAAAAAABMs/1FtRZoxmwbg/s1600/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582907487120304850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbvXG_7Yzo/TXp4x6-sqtI/AAAAAAAABMs/1FtRZoxmwbg/s320/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OCTOBER: Well, I made a commitment, and stuck to it. In October Bryce and I ran a 10K. My sweet kids cheered us on. It was a blast. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; Bryce placed 1st, and hardly trained. I guess that is what happens when you are in the 40 + category. J/K Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBADgD_eqcE/TXp27SPeO-I/AAAAAAAABMM/VKNxjdwo-aI/s1600/2010_10_08_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582905448960244706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBADgD_eqcE/TXp27SPeO-I/AAAAAAAABMM/VKNxjdwo-aI/s320/2010_10_08_0371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sporting our awesome shirts...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwzyiJQOhcI/TXp16FP66zI/AAAAAAAABME/u_OPPWAdS8A/s1600/2010_10_09_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582904328780966706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwzyiJQOhcI/TXp16FP66zI/AAAAAAAABME/u_OPPWAdS8A/s320/2010_10_09_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spending a day at the Dibble Farm. ( Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;) Parker loved jumping bale to bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TT5Vk_ae2kU/TXp15qIHBTI/AAAAAAAABL8/07TEFIkfuCI/s1600/2010_10_16_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582904321500448050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TT5Vk_ae2kU/TXp15qIHBTI/AAAAAAAABL8/07TEFIkfuCI/s320/2010_10_16_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt; picking out her pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5lINcIcMc/TXp15NCsa4I/AAAAAAAABL0/ERzW299EJU0/s1600/2010_10_16_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582904313693105026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5lINcIcMc/TXp15NCsa4I/AAAAAAAABL0/ERzW299EJU0/s320/2010_10_16_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even got one just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton's&lt;/span&gt; size. After all Halloween and Fall are mommy's favorite, and she has to go all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WYgNni0764/TXp1447dxRI/AAAAAAAABLs/TCSopVQrEuk/s1600/2010_10_16_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582904308294075666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WYgNni0764/TXp1447dxRI/AAAAAAAABLs/TCSopVQrEuk/s320/2010_10_16_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Halloween tradition... Thriller! I have gone to Thriller for the last 9 years. I introduced Bryce to Thriller when we got married, and he is hooked. Now, each year, our group grows. Its awesome, and not Halloween without it. (Thanks Jami for this addiction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI9QHaUfcv0/TXp0MUEG4KI/AAAAAAAABLk/h9AaI571bzw/s1600/2010_10_16_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582902442972340386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bI9QHaUfcv0/TXp0MUEG4KI/AAAAAAAABLk/h9AaI571bzw/s320/2010_10_16_0384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bry&lt;/span&gt; and Aubrey at the Saunders Family Halloween Party...the were so happy to match. I wonder if they will feel the same at 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Agz6-IMChNY/TXp0LxRPOeI/AAAAAAAABLc/Faes3aSfgAw/s1600/2010_10_22_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582902433632172514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Agz6-IMChNY/TXp0LxRPOeI/AAAAAAAABLc/Faes3aSfgAw/s320/2010_10_22_0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my Mom's crazy group. L to R My niece, Aubrey, my Nephew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Casen&lt;/span&gt;. Then Parker, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;, and Trouble aka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brylee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF_eW6Jk8sU/TXp0LbzkceI/AAAAAAAABLU/FE9OsvCVl6c/s1600/2010_10_23_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582902427870589410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF_eW6Jk8sU/TXp0LbzkceI/AAAAAAAABLU/FE9OsvCVl6c/s320/2010_10_23_0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went trunk or treating at the cabin, as part of the party, and so that all the cousins could see the costumes. My grandma had so much fun handing out candy. This is the last time we spent  with her, until the night she passed away. So, it was a very special weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zydUTckZBWs/TXp0Kw66-gI/AAAAAAAABLM/8FNTvFcCyZ0/s1600/2010_10_23_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582902416358701570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zydUTckZBWs/TXp0Kw66-gI/AAAAAAAABLM/8FNTvFcCyZ0/s320/2010_10_23_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween Night... Parker was Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxlxzdmSKqs/TXpzHXs1VLI/AAAAAAAABLE/_vT9OCaopIQ/s1600/2010_10_30_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582901258537489586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxlxzdmSKqs/TXpzHXs1VLI/AAAAAAAABLE/_vT9OCaopIQ/s320/2010_10_30_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bry&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bry&lt;/span&gt; was "super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHKwIVx0dug/TXpzG6AUvzI/AAAAAAAABK8/Gf9LjhjeEE0/s1600/2010_10_30_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582901250566176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHKwIVx0dug/TXpzG6AUvzI/AAAAAAAABK8/Gf9LjhjeEE0/s320/2010_10_30_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And keeping with a theme, because I am a nerd like that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;. Here are my cute super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJgUtYFjTZ4/TXpzGqk8IrI/AAAAAAAABK0/WE19y51mOY8/s1600/2010_10_30_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582901246424785586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJgUtYFjTZ4/TXpzGqk8IrI/AAAAAAAABK0/WE19y51mOY8/s320/2010_10_30_0102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOVEMBER: On November 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, my grandma passed away. I only mention this, because she was so very dear to me. Our relationship was so special, and even now, 6 months later, I am not used to having her gone. The other conflict that I was faced with, is that very next day, Bryce and I were to be on a plane to Hawaii. Our time away alone is like marriage therapy for us, and we desperately needed it.  It was one of the most difficult decisions for me to make, but in the end my Grandpa asked me to go, so I went. Therefore I missed my Grandma's funeral. However, I did ask my Mom to speak at her funeral, and I did. Thanks to my sister for reading my talk. :) And thanks to my Grandma...she sent me a rainbow everyday in Hawaii until the day she was buried...and it was time for me to stop worrying about being home, and enjoy our vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce in front of the USS Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWSi5AzihVs/TXpzGGrn1jI/AAAAAAAABKs/CBXDJYpX3h8/s1600/2010_11_04_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582901236789138994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWSi5AzihVs/TXpzGGrn1jI/AAAAAAAABKs/CBXDJYpX3h8/s320/2010_11_04_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me climbing through the ship. They are huge. So much space...its a little decieving. I still don't know if I would want to live on one for months at a time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5xaL07-OPA/TXpr3wI0ncI/AAAAAAAABKk/jyxaDfiVlO4/s1600/2010_11_04_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893293638032834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5xaL07-OPA/TXpr3wI0ncI/AAAAAAAABKk/jyxaDfiVlO4/s320/2010_11_04_0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hawaiian Temple. We happened to visit during the open house, so it was fun to see the inside. It is smaller then our temples in Utah, but so beautiful....very tropical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyqmcMt4A94/TXpr3j7myTI/AAAAAAAABKc/xqztnNC8iFk/s1600/2010_11_05_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893290361375026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyqmcMt4A94/TXpr3j7myTI/AAAAAAAABKc/xqztnNC8iFk/s320/2010_11_05_0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am eating one of my favorite treats. Pineapple Whip... I know of only two places in the world you can get it...at the Dole plantation in Hawaii, or at Disneyland. Guess I will just have to visit both often, so I can get a taste of this treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5beZcF7BkeQ/TXpr3K5hwrI/AAAAAAAABKU/JnBw1wSu5n0/s1600/2010_11_06_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893283641770674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5beZcF7BkeQ/TXpr3K5hwrI/AAAAAAAABKU/JnBw1wSu5n0/s320/2010_11_06_0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our more Hawaiann looking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BYqMMu0gG4/TXpr28pJ9NI/AAAAAAAABKM/7QgTVL5Zz1Q/s1600/2010_11_14_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893279815005394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BYqMMu0gG4/TXpr28pJ9NI/AAAAAAAABKM/7QgTVL5Zz1Q/s320/2010_11_14_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanksgiving...We had dinner with the Smith Family at Jill's house. It was a full house, but we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueR28jOypYI/TXpr2XOtlcI/AAAAAAAABKE/MnRIbS8GK50/s1600/2010_11_25_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582893269771982274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueR28jOypYI/TXpr2XOtlcI/AAAAAAAABKE/MnRIbS8GK50/s320/2010_11_25_0226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DECEMBER: So, this post was getting way to long, so I cut it down... we did a lot in December, Festival of the Trees, parties, parties and more parties. :) Skip to Christmas Eve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce and I joke that our room and bed are a gathering place. Usually by morning we have two dogs, and 2 children in bed with us. So, as a joke we took this pic, with evryone cramming into our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_1ZR8-vL7M/TXpp5lmw_2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/UpFp7uIIemI/s1600/2010_12_24_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582891126147317602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_1ZR8-vL7M/TXpp5lmw_2I/AAAAAAAABJ8/UpFp7uIIemI/s320/2010_12_24_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Morning...and yes I make all the kids wait on the stairs, because thats what my mom made us do. So, here they are...waiting. Easton would rather be in bed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9vI1GeMKQo/TXpp5FMkWRI/AAAAAAAABJ0/48HXXTYYCcQ/s1600/2010_12_25_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582891117447502098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9vI1GeMKQo/TXpp5FMkWRI/AAAAAAAABJ0/48HXXTYYCcQ/s320/2010_12_25_0304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnKe_2Ue1Zs/TXpp4_WH5eI/AAAAAAAABJs/2E4jcYH0BIc/s1600/2010_12_25_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582891115876967906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnKe_2Ue1Zs/TXpp4_WH5eI/AAAAAAAABJs/2E4jcYH0BIc/s320/2010_12_25_0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker out in one of our "blizzards"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZgbEh7_u5k/TXpp4jIO4vI/AAAAAAAABJk/TBsQ7g0r3fA/s1600/2010_12_29_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582891108302512882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZgbEh7_u5k/TXpp4jIO4vI/AAAAAAAABJk/TBsQ7g0r3fA/s320/2010_12_29_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you all had a wonderful New Year... we just chilled at home, played games, and ate lots of junk food. 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Did you miss me'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvxJj-OMT38/TXp57d7YrsI/AAAAAAAABPU/cSh4P1D2cvo/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1688986581659980333</id><published>2010-05-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:51:22.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easton's First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 7th... Day 0... Easton's Birth Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks a lot like his Daddy... and his brother, Parker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-yU3WlII/AAAAAAAABGg/2TD5uTMG1I0/s1600/IMG4734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474968437570049154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-yU3WlII/AAAAAAAABGg/2TD5uTMG1I0/s320/IMG4734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 8th... Day # 1... Chilling at the Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so fun to cuddle. He is also a good little eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-xwnTs6I/AAAAAAAABGY/J2mwOAkl4XU/s1600/IMG4739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474968427839075234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-xwnTs6I/AAAAAAAABGY/J2mwOAkl4XU/s320/IMG4739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9th... Day #2... Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;We get to go home today! Yeah... mommy can't wait to sleep in her own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-xVXcVkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sld7THV4DKY/s1600/IMG4794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474968420524774978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-xVXcVkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sld7THV4DKY/s320/IMG4794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10th... Day # 3... Love being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-w1sooeI/AAAAAAAABGI/hH9AtdA2Fmc/s1600/IMG4810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474968412023726562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-w1sooeI/AAAAAAAABGI/hH9AtdA2Fmc/s320/IMG4810.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 11th... Day # 4... 1st Doctor Visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to go check Easton's bili level and wt. He looked great, no blood draw needed, and he is back to his birth wt already. That means he put 2 ounces on each day since leaving the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-NLVNKWI/AAAAAAAABGA/KIdaynvzDGI/s1600/IMG4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474967799355746658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-NLVNKWI/AAAAAAAABGA/KIdaynvzDGI/s320/IMG4818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 12th... Day #5... First Bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easton had his first bath tonight. Mommy even spiked his hair... is he handsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-Mk5wqgI/AAAAAAAABF4/-59NK86XfK0/s1600/IMG4830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474967789040085506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-Mk5wqgI/AAAAAAAABF4/-59NK86XfK0/s320/IMG4830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 13th...Day #6... The siblings return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker and Brylee had been staying with Grandma Janna the last few days. They came home today, and we no longer have peace and quiet. Easton has also had to be patient with their constant prodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-MBB2LII/AAAAAAAABFw/J-UXq7DhZec/s1600/IMG4842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474967779410324610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-MBB2LII/AAAAAAAABFw/J-UXq7DhZec/s320/IMG4842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 14th... Day #7... 1 Week old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how fast it has gone. He is already losing that newborn smell. It makes me sad. He continues to eat well. We are working on the sleeping well thing... :) I may be biased...but I think he is the cutest thing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-Ll9JHpI/AAAAAAAABFo/Po_yTTpjGHg/s1600/IMG4849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474967772142837394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-Ll9JHpI/AAAAAAAABFo/Po_yTTpjGHg/s320/IMG4849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7153905196297646220-1688986581659980333?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1688986581659980333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1688986581659980333' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1688986581659980333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1688986581659980333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/eastons-first-week.html' title='Easton&apos;s First Week'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_r-yU3WlII/AAAAAAAABGg/2TD5uTMG1I0/s72-c/IMG4734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3347428755327222386</id><published>2010-05-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:23:12.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the night of May 7th, while at a family BBQ, my water broke! It was 7:12pm. I mention that only, because in less then two hours, I would be holding my new baby. Bryce and I arrived at the hospital at 8pm. ( Thank you to Aunt Dorie who took Parker and Brylee for us.) I was already contracting every 2-3 minutes, and they hurt! The smile in this picture is deceiving. At 8:15pm, we still had no nurse, and I was really hurting, so Bryce went and asked someone to come in and check me... I was a 7! I then had 3 nurses, and things got all crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnuytHRzI/AAAAAAAABEo/-D7_Gtlpqqw/s1600/DSCF7435_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943088093251378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnuytHRzI/AAAAAAAABEo/-D7_Gtlpqqw/s320/DSCF7435_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They paged my doctor, and the anesthesiologist. The anesthesiologist came right away. (Bless him) However, I was so close to delivery that he warned that my epidural would not be very effective... he was right... dang it! I was able to relax a little, but then the baby started having some problems. My contractions were so hard and fast, that he would drop his heart rate. Though our nurse was doing her best to keep a calm voice and act like nothing was wrong, I recognized her panic. Heck, I'm a nurse too, I do the same thing when my patient is acting naughty. Then, came the O2... it did not help the baby much, the heart rate continued to drop, and got as low as 30. ( Scary huh) It is now 8:45ish... still no doctor, and so they page for the resident, and the NICU staff...  and now I am starting to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnulPetxI/AAAAAAAABEg/HsWpzIHl-5U/s1600/DSCF7438_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943084479297298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnulPetxI/AAAAAAAABEg/HsWpzIHl-5U/s320/DSCF7438_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will spare you all the delivery pics... He made it safe and sound. My doctor walked in at about 8:50ish, and I was a 10. We started pushing. It was a little rough for me, because I could feel a lot of it. But, I was so worried about his heart rate, I refused anymore medication, and did my best to push him on out. And no, I will never be an advocate for natural child birth! :) Easton David Smith entered the world at 9:15pm. He was 7 pounds and 10 ounces, and 21 inches long.  Unlike my other children, he came out screaming, letting us all know how upset he was about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnuFeDffI/AAAAAAAABEY/8hWwke2Ktu0/s1600/DSCF7456_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943075950493170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnuFeDffI/AAAAAAAABEY/8hWwke2Ktu0/s320/DSCF7456_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was perfect. It was a little surreal to hold him for the first time. I had been whining for weeks about wanting him here, and now I was holding him. The nurse let me know that I was on the TOCO monitor for a whole whopping 58 minutes. This delivery was a little fast...even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnt1HYRsI/AAAAAAAABEQ/EJwF7ALuxd0/s1600/IMG4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943071560419010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnt1HYRsI/AAAAAAAABEQ/EJwF7ALuxd0/s320/IMG4730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker was thrilled to have a new little brother. It was what he wanted all along. Brylee heard him cry outside my door, and seemed to know from then that her baby was here now, and no longer in mom's tummy. She loves him, but to her his name is "Baby" Now the fun starts as I see how it goes balancing 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rntTsnk0I/AAAAAAAABEI/s5F1xdART_0/s1600/DSCF7468_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474943062589805378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rntTsnk0I/AAAAAAAABEI/s5F1xdART_0/s320/DSCF7468_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7153905196297646220-3347428755327222386?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3347428755327222386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3347428755327222386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3347428755327222386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3347428755327222386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-boy.html' title='Its a BOY!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S_rnuytHRzI/AAAAAAAABEo/-D7_Gtlpqqw/s72-c/DSCF7435_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-2172982014312843804</id><published>2010-03-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:50:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who is 18 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that Bry- Bry is already 18 months. It has gone by sooooo fast! She is such a happy kid, and we love her so much. Here she is, already thinking that she needs a cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56Vihpk3yI/AAAAAAAABDg/wIKbVPcKowg/s1600-h/spring+2010+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448957019545722658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56Vihpk3yI/AAAAAAAABDg/wIKbVPcKowg/s320/spring+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her favorite people to call, are grandma, Aubrey (her cousin) and Nenni, (her aunt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56ViZTG2wI/AAAAAAAABDY/5O0MdZRocUI/s1600-h/spring+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448957017303997186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56ViZTG2wI/AAAAAAAABDY/5O0MdZRocUI/s320/spring+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is still a blondy with her bright blue eyes. At her 18 month check -up she weighed 22 lbs and was 31 inches long. She is a little on the slender side, and so the Doctor asked if she was a picky eater... Bryce and I both had to laugh, because for those of you who know Bry, she will eat anything, and anytime of the day. She is just an active little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56Vh3D6LpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TNLRcpIHRRY/s1600-h/spring+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448957008113446546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56Vh3D6LpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TNLRcpIHRRY/s320/spring+2010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, at 18 months, are little princess has truly become one. She loves her"cute shoes" and when her hair is all curly. She loves playing with her kitchen, and is often found pushing her babies around in their strollers. She is a little on the independent side, ok thats a lie, she is alot on the independent side. She wants to do everything herself, especially if Parker gets to do it by himself. She is also quite the talker. I figure she is using 40-50 words regularly. ( Our pediatrician was hoping she said 15.... I think she used 15 in front of him. :) Of course her favorite is "NO." And a close second would be "Naack" Which of course is "snack" and is always said at a higher pitch and volume. She loves to sing, with her favorite songs being "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" and "Popcorn popping on the apricot tree." She is also showing some intrest in potty training... do we dare hope she will be that easy????? After our Parker expirence, we are in no hurry... She is a smart little thing, and we have our hands full. Yet, we can't imagine our lives without her... love you Bry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smith Family Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have been slacking, and have not blogged in about 4 months, I will catch you up. First, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Our 2010 has been non-stop. In January, Landon turned 16. Yes, we have two teen drivers in the house... But, between you and me, he makes me way less nervous then Kaylie... even today. :) Also, in January Bryce and I were able to escape to Cancun for a week. It was a fun and very relaxing vacation. I really needed it. Thank you to the Harvey Family for making it possible, and being such fun travel companions. February flew by with sick kids... Bry having it the worst, getting, pneumonia, RSV, and two ear infections. And may I just mention that Augmentin, an antibiotic, should be removed from the market. Nasty stuff. Even my Bry, who eats anything, spit it out. ( Thank you to Mandy and Jami for the Hershey syrup idea... it got me through those last few days.) Thank heaven for the olympics... at least I had something to watch while we were home bound. And here is March... and its half over.... along with all this craziness, I am working full time, and Bryce is playing stay at home Dad, as well as building some houses. Kaylie is preparing for Graduation, and has been accepted to Dixie State College, in St. George. Landon, turned 16, has had his first date, and asked a girl to Prom. More on this to come. Parker attends Pre-school three days a week... and might I scream from the roof tops is finally potty trined! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! He has been doing the peeing thing for almost a year... but we just got him to poop on the potty. Its been two plus weeks and I have not had to change a poopy pull-up. Its been paradise. For those of you who know my family better, my little bro, Jeff is getting married in two weeks. So, things have been nuts in preparing for that. And to top it all off... I am 31 weeks pregnant. The baby will be here in May. ( I am sorry to those who are just finding this out... I have not said a lot about it.) The baby's gender is a surprise, so cast your vote... Boy or Girl. We are excited to find out. Despite our crazy life, we know we are blessed and feel support and love from all of you. We hope all is well with you and your families, and I am commiting to being better at updating my blog. Thanks for checking in on us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-2172982014312843804?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2172982014312843804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=2172982014312843804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/2172982014312843804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/2172982014312843804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-who-is-18-months.html' title='Guess Who is 18 Months...'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/S56Vihpk3yI/AAAAAAAABDg/wIKbVPcKowg/s72-c/spring+2010+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1261051533347767944</id><published>2009-11-19T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:15:15.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Whirlwind October...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! I can not believe that the holidays are here. Where did Fall go? Our lives have been pretty crazy since school started again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  In September I  began a new job. I moved out to the Same Day Surgery Department at the new IHC Riverton hospital. It is still Primary Children's... just a little closer to home. My commute is now only 20-25 minutes, verses the hour plus it took me to get to the SLC Primary's Hospital. There are no words to describe opening a new hospital. It was a lot of work and a lot of hours. I am so grateful to Bryce and the kids for being so patient with me during this transition. The new hospital opened on November 2nd, and everything has gone smoothly. It has been a nice change. So, with all this work, of course we took some time to play. So, for two weeks in October, we went on a cruise, and then played for a week in Disney World. I listed some highlights below. We had a wonderful time! You are all welcome to join us next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Cruising Party! Dinner the night before we got on the ship. There was 19 of us all together. My family of 6, both of my parents. ( yes, they are still divorced. weird I know.) My two sisters, and brother. My brother-in-law, and sweet niece. My bro-in-law's parents, my aunt and uncle, and my grandparents! We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-Tr6vAkI/AAAAAAAABCw/ySHBgpC1HRE/s1600/fall+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-Tr6vAkI/AAAAAAAABCw/ySHBgpC1HRE/s320/fall+2009+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405936173144015426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting Sail... my kiddos were hoping to see some dolphins. We were out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-TSoGyhI/AAAAAAAABCo/mvGtzhooC1Q/s1600/fall+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-TSoGyhI/AAAAAAAABCo/mvGtzhooC1Q/s320/fall+2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405936166354995730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ship. Royal Carribean's Freedom of the Seas. It was massive. It also had a little of everything. Ice skating, rock climbing, and even a wave rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-TMtjo0I/AAAAAAAABCg/nB9HZZaVaVw/s1600/fall+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-TMtjo0I/AAAAAAAABCg/nB9HZZaVaVw/s320/fall+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405936164767245122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, Labadee, Haiti. It is Royal Carribean's "private" island. It is actually a compound, protected from main Haiti, but we loved it. There was so much to do, and the water was warm. The ship also brought lunch to the island, which was nice. I think this is the day that Parker fell in love with the beach. He asked to go to the beach everyday after his visit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-SgfdjtI/AAAAAAAABCY/zihyiOxls3k/s1600/fall+2009+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-SgfdjtI/AAAAAAAABCY/zihyiOxls3k/s320/fall+2009+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405936152896966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Formal Nights. Our family enjoys getting dressed up, well maybe with the exception of Landon. :) Our favorite memory of this night was the family dance in one of the clubs. The kids had a blast dancing and playing with balloons that they dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9GDNhyWI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eMcrjnAFqYw/s1600/fall+2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9GDNhyWI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eMcrjnAFqYw/s320/fall+2009+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405934839367059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica baby! The kids stopped to take a picture with one of the locals and his donkey, Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9F5NEs6I/AAAAAAAABCI/TOJa-9oJ2ig/s1600/fall+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9F5NEs6I/AAAAAAAABCI/TOJa-9oJ2ig/s320/fall+2009+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405934836680799138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing Dunn River Falls! What a once in a lifetime experience. I bet you are thinking you can't do it huh... well look close at the pic. My 3 year old, and my 78 year old grandma did it! Ok, they did half of it, but they were troopers. Way to go Grandma! You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9Fc19r5I/AAAAAAAABCA/XF1SVqdAPv8/s1600/fall+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9Fc19r5I/AAAAAAAABCA/XF1SVqdAPv8/s320/fall+2009+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405934829067677586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fam, posing in the Falls. It was such a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9FLwcysI/AAAAAAAABB4/bctK6H_5yps/s1600/fall+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW9FLwcysI/AAAAAAAABB4/bctK6H_5yps/s320/fall+2009+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405934824481147586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Caymen. Part of the group posing in front of "Hell", Grand Caymen. The other half went swimming with the stingrays. Hell is an awful looking rock formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW75a32NOI/AAAAAAAABBw/GMaKCRW0y48/s1600/fall+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW75a32NOI/AAAAAAAABBw/GMaKCRW0y48/s320/fall+2009+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405933522868647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turtle farm in Grand Caymen. Parker got a kick out of holding the turtles. Oh, and he did not want anyones help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW741o8bJI/AAAAAAAABBo/mLVExhmjdyQ/s1600/fall+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW741o8bJI/AAAAAAAABBo/mLVExhmjdyQ/s320/fall+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405933512874028178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bry- Bry petting a turtle that was bigger then her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW74jIf7UI/AAAAAAAABBg/IyvK2blWHyc/s1600/fall+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW74jIf7UI/AAAAAAAABBg/IyvK2blWHyc/s320/fall+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405933507906104642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozumel, Mexico. Kaylie and Parker swimming with the Dolphins. Only bummer, this is as close as they would let me get. But, they had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW74Cic-9I/AAAAAAAABBY/vq2WXR0DhMQ/s1600/fall+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW74Cic-9I/AAAAAAAABBY/vq2WXR0DhMQ/s320/fall+2009+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405933499156593618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day at a national park. We had awesome snorkeling, the beach, swimming with the dolphins, and a pool. There was also gardens, and ruins to look at. We all found something to do, and had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW738yhgSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/W7mrQSEtFtk/s1600/fall+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW738yhgSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/W7mrQSEtFtk/s320/fall+2009+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405933497613386018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last night... it is always emotional for me. Here is our waiter staff. They were so good with Parker and Brylee, who did not enjoy 5 course meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6qO4q-AI/AAAAAAAABBI/ZM5_Ybkd78g/s1600/fall+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6qO4q-AI/AAAAAAAABBI/ZM5_Ybkd78g/s320/fall+2009+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405932162441213954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last night. I will not miss the cramped space. I am standing at the door. What you see, is what you get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6p_fYCwI/AAAAAAAABBA/XnGYvGa8pTI/s1600/fall+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6p_fYCwI/AAAAAAAABBA/XnGYvGa8pTI/s320/fall+2009+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405932158308584194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney World! Kaylie and Landon flew home to return to school, so it was just Bryce, I and the two little ones. Some of my family stayed too. And my brother's fiance flew  out to join us. We started at Epcot. Needless to say, it was the kiddos least favorite. But, they have some awesome character signing opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6pdpx9HI/AAAAAAAABA4/hpnBtn6mbao/s1600/fall+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6pdpx9HI/AAAAAAAABA4/hpnBtn6mbao/s320/fall+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405932149225419890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the "Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party." It was well worth it. Brylee and Parker got a ton of candy, plus they have characters out that you never see. For example, we saw the characters from Tarzan. The kids are encouraged to dress up. This year Parker was buzz lightyear. Could not resist this photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6o11_U5I/AAAAAAAABAw/HGmvv5SUAk0/s1600/fall+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW6o11_U5I/AAAAAAAABAw/HGmvv5SUAk0/s320/fall+2009+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405932138539209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea World. Bryce and Parker riding the whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5sfOC7lI/AAAAAAAABAo/RoNQnLMI3Bo/s1600/fall+2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5sfOC7lI/AAAAAAAABAo/RoNQnLMI3Bo/s320/fall+2009+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405931101673942610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so my daughter... sharing a Carmel apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5r2kBt_I/AAAAAAAABAg/ZSXa1puZbgU/s1600/fall+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5r2kBt_I/AAAAAAAABAg/ZSXa1puZbgU/s320/fall+2009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405931090760284146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our classic Mickey Mouse picture. Would it be a trip to Disney World without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5ri6rpyI/AAAAAAAABAY/Lu0ZKwjjn2k/s1600/fall+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5ri6rpyI/AAAAAAAABAY/Lu0ZKwjjn2k/s320/fall+2009+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405931085486597922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites... and trust me, there are a lot. We saw any character we could. Parker got more joy form seeing the characters then doing anything else. I bet 4-5 hours out of our days were spent in character lines. No kidding! Parker flexing his muscles with the Incredibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5rM-vOsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sqc5G7CON7A/s1600/fall+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW5rM-vOsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sqc5G7CON7A/s320/fall+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405931079598029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite... the Cars! After this picture was taken, Parker stood alone for one. Just then, Lightning McQueen reved his engine. It was loud. Parker must have jumped a foot, and immediately burst into tears. It was so sad, and funny at the same time. I think the 40 or so people in line got a kick out of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW39kBMS6I/AAAAAAAABAI/oXJiKvnsSok/s1600/fall+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW39kBMS6I/AAAAAAAABAI/oXJiKvnsSok/s320/fall+2009+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405929195996728226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite rides of the week. The toy story ride. Parker is cruising around with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW39dEicvI/AAAAAAAABAA/5Y8_htChP5E/s1600/fall+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW39dEicvI/AAAAAAAABAA/5Y8_htChP5E/s320/fall+2009+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405929194131714802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was the kids favorite park. Disney's Animal Kingdom. Posing with Minnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW38y8_XOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hGBpoV-fjb8/s1600/fall+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW38y8_XOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hGBpoV-fjb8/s320/fall+2009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405929182825766114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day, last night, we closed the trip with the classic, Disney Electrical Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW28NFg1lI/AAAAAAAAA_w/3sB3kl9OaC0/s1600/fall+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW28NFg1lI/AAAAAAAAA_w/3sB3kl9OaC0/s320/fall+2009+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405928073149339218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home just in time for Halloween. This year, Brylee was a ladybug. Parker was Buzz Lightyear. And not pictured is Landon. He went as a "Real man" He wore a mustache, and chest hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW27poqilI/AAAAAAAAA_o/mkpuX1iY99o/s1600/fall+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW27poqilI/AAAAAAAAA_o/mkpuX1iY99o/s320/fall+2009+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405928063633099346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW27TPuuoI/AAAAAAAAA_g/hWECLSqrcck/s1600/fall+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW27TPuuoI/AAAAAAAAA_g/hWECLSqrcck/s320/fall+2009+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405928057622936194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year Parker and Brylee went real trick or treating. The past two years we have been spoiled my neighborhood trunk or treats. It did not take them long to figure it out though. However, being 1 and 3, I think we made it two blocks and they were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW11p6Bi0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zYSEEoF7NFA/s1600/fall+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW11p6Bi0I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/zYSEEoF7NFA/s320/fall+2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405926861115067202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW11KczSqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/sn_dCyYVkMU/s1600/fall+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW11KczSqI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/sn_dCyYVkMU/s320/fall+2009+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405926852670999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two little skeletons! I will not be able to match them for long... so I am taking advantage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW1Mm48vBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/hGWT9PpEMlk/s1600/fall+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW1Mm48vBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/hGWT9PpEMlk/s320/fall+2009+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405926155930614802" 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/7153905196297646220-1261051533347767944?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1261051533347767944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1261051533347767944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1261051533347767944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1261051533347767944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-whirlwind-october.html' title='Our Whirlwind October...'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SwW-Tr6vAkI/AAAAAAAABCw/ySHBgpC1HRE/s72-c/fall+2009+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3438153756829344074</id><published>2009-09-27T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:10:43.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylie's September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylie is having a ball this fall.... ( ha ha) She has been to two Homecoming dances. One to Lone Peak and the other to Pleasant Grove. Her date for PG's Homecoming, Nick, is pictured with her below. ( sorry I could not get the underline to go away. )&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hk9O8nxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ypMVvb7w11Y/s1600-h/fall+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hk9O8nxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ypMVvb7w11Y/s320/fall+2009+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386271704387198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce, Parker, and Brylee, watching Kaylie's Powder Puff game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hkRklKKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8CELWXZb5BA/s1600-h/fall+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hkRklKKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8CELWXZb5BA/s320/fall+2009+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386271692666775714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powder Puff... for those who do not know, its when girls play football. It is meant to be flag football, but these girls did not get the memo. If you think football without pads would be fun to watch... you should check this out. :) Bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hjwviIRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WjvyO372pOw/s1600-h/fall+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hjwviIRI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/WjvyO372pOw/s320/fall+2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386271683854344466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling...despite being ripped off by the refs... go Lone Peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hjco4hfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xPuB7yPvvNA/s1600-h/fall+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hjco4hfI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xPuB7yPvvNA/s320/fall+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386271678457742834" 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/7153905196297646220-3438153756829344074?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3438153756829344074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3438153756829344074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3438153756829344074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3438153756829344074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaylies-september.html' title='Kaylie&apos;s September'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_hk9O8nxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ypMVvb7w11Y/s72-c/fall+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-156170109141278814</id><published>2009-09-27T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:02:26.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brylee's 1st Birthday Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce and I wanted to make a tradition of having a big 1st Birthday party. For Brylee, we did the same as Parker, and rented a swimming facility. She had a big Luau Party. It was so much fun. Thank you to all of you who came to support and give her love on this day. We are so blessed to ahve family and friends who love us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee all decked out for her Luau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_flehJ6NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oKyb_xdzA2c/s1600-h/fall+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_flehJ6NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oKyb_xdzA2c/s320/fall+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269514298681554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soaking in the pool with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_flAbIJGI/AAAAAAAAA-A/rhLJ9SLE-7o/s1600-h/fall+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_flAbIJGI/AAAAAAAAA-A/rhLJ9SLE-7o/s320/fall+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269506220336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when Brylee was born, I had 3 friends who also had babies within about two weeks. Here are those crazy 4, all at about age 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fkrlCwII/AAAAAAAAA94/lYHrUJ6X_8M/s1600-h/fall+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fkrlCwII/AAAAAAAAA94/lYHrUJ6X_8M/s320/fall+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269500624781442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee, taking her first bite of birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fkJQZnpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/QHOn8v1lmwU/s1600-h/fall+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fkJQZnpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/QHOn8v1lmwU/s320/fall+2009+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269491411394194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee, 5 minutes after taking first bite of birthday cake. She was not shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fjjctw1I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jR2pDN6dxfs/s1600-h/fall+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_fjjctw1I/AAAAAAAAA9o/jR2pDN6dxfs/s320/fall+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269481262498642" 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/7153905196297646220-156170109141278814?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/156170109141278814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=156170109141278814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/156170109141278814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/156170109141278814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/brylees-1st-birthday-party.html' title='Brylee&apos;s 1st Birthday Party!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_flehJ6NI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oKyb_xdzA2c/s72-c/fall+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-8416376989271997363</id><published>2009-09-27T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:52:44.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Princess Turns 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe it???? I can't. Seems just like yesterday that I brought her home, and wondered how in the heck, am I going to do this two kid thing???? And now one very short year later, she is my walking, talking, big girl. It almost is unfair how quick it goes. We love you so much Brylee, and are so happy to be parents to you! You are our Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_czRxztGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DQRQIvgscT8/s1600-h/fall+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_czRxztGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DQRQIvgscT8/s320/fall+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266452862153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying her new playhouse. She is thinking that birthdays are the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cy01AoWI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7BWKtLHwr3w/s1600-h/fall+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cy01AoWI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/7BWKtLHwr3w/s320/fall+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266445090955618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she loves, I mean loves, to talk on the phone. Here she is getting one more birthday wish. I think that "hi" was one of her first words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cyd5jNvI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rvJRRQCSCnQ/s1600-h/fall+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cyd5jNvI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rvJRRQCSCnQ/s320/fall+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266438935983858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much thought on what she might enjoy for her 1st Birthday, we decided on the State Fair. It was a good choice. She has a blast. Here she is riding the ponies. We had people stopping to watch her because she was having such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cyDP-0BI/AAAAAAAAA9I/7sSZk6L_svM/s1600-h/fall+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cyDP-0BI/AAAAAAAAA9I/7sSZk6L_svM/s320/fall+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266431782309906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not sure if she liked the big slide or not. However, being the torturous parents we are, we had her ride it 3 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cxtaZqKI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ISfKZtBsGOw/s1600-h/fall+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_cxtaZqKI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ISfKZtBsGOw/s320/fall+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266425920432290" 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/7153905196297646220-8416376989271997363?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8416376989271997363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=8416376989271997363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/8416376989271997363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/8416376989271997363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-sweet-princess-turns-1.html' title='Our Sweet Princess Turns 1!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_czRxztGI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DQRQIvgscT8/s72-c/fall+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-9086614217853946750</id><published>2009-09-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:41:47.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bre and Tom's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, back in August, my cute niece married her sweetheart, Tom. I know its really weird... I have a niece who is just a few years younger then me. However, they are adorable, and we loved spending the day with them. Congrats you guys! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_bA9D9paI/AAAAAAAAA84/dmylcKH2YHo/s1600-h/fall+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_bA9D9paI/AAAAAAAAA84/dmylcKH2YHo/s320/fall+2009+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264488796071330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family... I did my best to color coordinate for the Wedding pictures. Bryce and I were in green, Kaylie and Landon in yellow, and the babes in red. I thought it looked great. Parker thought he was hot stuff in his new suit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_alSBivaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/j3edglBWJ5w/s1600-h/fall+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_alSBivaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/j3edglBWJ5w/s320/fall+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264013386726818" 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/7153905196297646220-9086614217853946750?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9086614217853946750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=9086614217853946750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/9086614217853946750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/9086614217853946750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/bre-and-toms-wedding.html' title='Bre and Tom&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Sr_bA9D9paI/AAAAAAAAA84/dmylcKH2YHo/s72-c/fall+2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6523036880365881576</id><published>2009-07-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:57:20.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker turns 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What can I say... 3 years ago, I was looking at this precious little face. If only I had known what I had in store. The day I had Parker, my life changed. And it continues to do so. He is one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. He challenges me in ways I could have never imagined, and loves me in a way that I did not know existed. There are oh so many days when I think I would sell him cheap... but then those quite moments when he whispers, " I love you Mommy" and gives me kiss,  I look at that sweet face, and think I can not contain all the love I have for him. He is my boy, and I love him more then anything! Happy 3rd Birthday Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smzbr2tbxtI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7UeSJ0_UrIQ/s1600-h/Baby+Parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smzbr2tbxtI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7UeSJ0_UrIQ/s320/Baby+Parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362902802758354642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzbrjpGWxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WlcO-wB3X0E/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzbrjpGWxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/WlcO-wB3X0E/s320/june+%26+July+2009+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362902797639899922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His precious little face now. Enjoying a birthday lunch, of his choice, at Mc Donalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzbrSPhoBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sNmWM50Zkt0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzbrSPhoBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sNmWM50Zkt0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362902792969232402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the day at the Dinosaur Museum with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smzbq5y23RI/AAAAAAAAA8A/gNtYyA-1Vtc/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smzbq5y23RI/AAAAAAAAA8A/gNtYyA-1Vtc/s320/june+%26+July+2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362902786406538514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His favorite part... playing Dinosaurs on the mat. ( Good thing that Aunt Shari got him some for his birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza2fziphI/AAAAAAAAA74/Jzh4vI9ZbcI/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza2fziphI/AAAAAAAAA74/Jzh4vI9ZbcI/s320/june+%26+July+2009+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362901886076888594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I want birthdays to feel special and be a big deal. So, my kids get pretty much whatever they want on their birthday. Here, Parker plays with not one, but three pterodactyls. He needed 3, because he is 3.  I guess I had that one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza19fa9EI/AAAAAAAAA7w/3uMCj_nhzhU/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza19fa9EI/AAAAAAAAA7w/3uMCj_nhzhU/s320/june+%26+July+2009+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362901876865692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying time with his friend, Jaxson, and cousin, Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza1qA-AII/AAAAAAAAA7o/qtYGE-X3SYI/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza1qA-AII/AAAAAAAAA7o/qtYGE-X3SYI/s320/june+%26+July+2009+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362901871637692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Word World Birthday! And cuz its 100 plus degrees... icecream cake for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza1Co-V2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5OpMWk__X4Q/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza1Co-V2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5OpMWk__X4Q/s320/june+%26+July+2009+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362901861068068706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker posing for me, so I can see his cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza09a5-zI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4VJoutu5tkA/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smza09a5-zI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4VJoutu5tkA/s320/june+%26+July+2009+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362901859666885426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What sugar rush would be complete without a little candy from the Pinata???&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/7153905196297646220-6523036880365881576?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6523036880365881576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6523036880365881576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6523036880365881576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6523036880365881576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/parker-turns-3.html' title='Parker turns 3!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smzbr2tbxtI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7UeSJ0_UrIQ/s72-c/Baby+Parker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-5366865553161946973</id><published>2009-07-26T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:30:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on Earth haven't we been...  (July)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, I can hardly believe that July is over... Summer is on the downhill slope. In just the next few weeks we will be back to school, and hopefully back into some kind of routine. Here are our July highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTy6OCX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-5lDuuH_maY/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTy6OCX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-5lDuuH_maY/s320/june+%26+July+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894127866470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTynzdfjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ntbi4srjg4Y/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTynzdfjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ntbi4srjg4Y/s320/june+%26+July+2009+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894122923163186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my sis for the cute tu-tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTyAl0AjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yy_e8d65PTM/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTyAl0AjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yy_e8d65PTM/s320/june+%26+July+2009+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894112396935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker thinking he is the boss of the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTxmDsfaI/AAAAAAAAA64/6bTvtMwU0Xk/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTxmDsfaI/AAAAAAAAA64/6bTvtMwU0Xk/s320/june+%26+July+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894105274514850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry and I doing her first sparkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTxVTd0kI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MfInuKxR7E0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTxVTd0kI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MfInuKxR7E0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362894100777259586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching the fireworks at Granite High School the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTIEUkNrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZgSzLUv-cIo/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTIEUkNrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZgSzLUv-cIo/s320/june+%26+July+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893391843833522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTHrryQtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KJe1FfZfYS8/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTHrryQtI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KJe1FfZfYS8/s320/june+%26+July+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893385230336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of my kiddos are fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet girl turns  10 months old, here are her 9 month offical pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTHFC83LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/jVBS0K6lcp4/s1600-h/001240769_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTHFC83LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/jVBS0K6lcp4/s320/001240769_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893374858517682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTG1jFF-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Gtbx-grpsS4/s1600-h/001240769_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTG1jFF-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Gtbx-grpsS4/s320/001240769_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893370698307554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTGkVfKkI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NrqBOlgsdS0/s1600-h/001240769_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTGkVfKkI/AAAAAAAAA6I/NrqBOlgsdS0/s320/001240769_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362893366077893186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzStTJYq9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/Mtfp4bcFTpI/s1600-h/001240769_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzStTJYq9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/Mtfp4bcFTpI/s320/001240769_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892931967003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzStFDCexI/AAAAAAAAA54/maU0raWODws/s1600-h/001240769_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzStFDCexI/AAAAAAAAA54/maU0raWODws/s320/001240769_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892928182287122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSsw7WqOI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gFjgST4rEHE/s1600-h/001240769_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSsw7WqOI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gFjgST4rEHE/s320/001240769_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892922781346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSs7JZczI/AAAAAAAAA5o/1RW5eyRESBw/s1600-h/001240769_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSs7JZczI/AAAAAAAAA5o/1RW5eyRESBw/s320/001240769_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892925524603698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 months, Brylee has mastered the stairs, as long as they are going up. Here she is showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSsmmveTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mFssfoHeeH0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzSsmmveTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mFssfoHeeH0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362892920010537266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRdlIoI4I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/_6JtX185h2c/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRdlIoI4I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/_6JtX185h2c/s320/june+%26+July+2009+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891562406126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRdcYG4nI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4HwJ2GM168s/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRdcYG4nI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4HwJ2GM168s/s320/june+%26+July+2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891560055136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Independent also likes to hold her own bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle of July, we spent a week in Denver with my Dad. He had us on a full schedule, but we had a lot of fun. Here are some of our favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRc7YRclI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h52MwN66DC0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRc7YRclI/AAAAAAAAA5I/h52MwN66DC0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891551197459026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at White Fence Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRcf7iI5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/MbInSGFcYCw/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRcf7iI5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/MbInSGFcYCw/s320/june+%26+July+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891543829160850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Denver Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRbzwOC5I/AAAAAAAAA44/krOIBnHNdZY/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzRbzwOC5I/AAAAAAAAA44/krOIBnHNdZY/s320/june+%26+July+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891531970546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Rocks Amphitheatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQlauF23I/AAAAAAAAA4w/J1DNMp9yfBs/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQlauF23I/AAAAAAAAA4w/J1DNMp9yfBs/s320/june+%26+July+2009+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890597537799026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinosaur Something or other. They charcoal the tracks so you can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQlGkpqKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wFUXuaxzCH4/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQlGkpqKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/wFUXuaxzCH4/s320/june+%26+July+2009+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890592129493154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Rocky Mountain Aresenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQkjyHqSI/AAAAAAAAA4g/FW9erk0s4Qo/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQkjyHqSI/AAAAAAAAA4g/FW9erk0s4Qo/s320/june+%26+July+2009+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890582790744354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker looking for animals while on the aresenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQkaYzzxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tUNgGunTHK0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQkaYzzxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tUNgGunTHK0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890580268666642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landon and Bry sliding at the Traildust Restraunt. This has been one of my favorites since I lived there 18 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQj2MmkvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/OIgIHvDfh5U/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzQj2MmkvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/OIgIHvDfh5U/s320/june+%26+July+2009+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890570553791218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker on the slide. This really was a genious idea. Put a slide in the middle of the restraunt. The kids play the parents eat in peace... its a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPukK_qAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Dio31g-rzzg/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPukK_qAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Dio31g-rzzg/s320/june+%26+July+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889655182141442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang outside the Restraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPt4j6D7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/XlTg0JSPi4M/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPt4j6D7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/XlTg0JSPi4M/s320/june+%26+July+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889643475472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elitch's Amusement Park. Parker riding with his cousin, Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPtevKSOI/AAAAAAAAA34/7p-4N3GQu9w/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPtevKSOI/AAAAAAAAA34/7p-4N3GQu9w/s320/june+%26+July+2009+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889636543351010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry and I on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPswIOV8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/MbcY93oBIKo/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPswIOV8I/AAAAAAAAA3w/MbcY93oBIKo/s320/june+%26+July+2009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889624032008130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some craft place... can't remember the name. Kaylie made a frame, Landon did Tye- Dye, and Parker just made a really big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPsq_CvJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9fbZ1CkIDMc/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzPsq_CvJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/9fbZ1CkIDMc/s320/june+%26+July+2009+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889622651321490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rockies Baseball Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO7tflt2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/u2LQkjxQ54E/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO7tflt2I/AAAAAAAAA3g/u2LQkjxQ54E/s320/june+%26+July+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888781511112546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Mike with all his Grandkids... Kaylie, Landon, Parker, Aubrey and Brylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th of July! We attended the Ogden City Parade and BBQ'ed at Grandma and Grandpa Saunders house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO7FshRaI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UJ-zcmVRBbs/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO7FshRaI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UJ-zcmVRBbs/s320/june+%26+July+2009+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888770827928994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO6qQwXHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ncf41X2lr8U/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO6qQwXHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ncf41X2lr8U/s320/june+%26+July+2009+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888763463720050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our big cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO59GQosI/AAAAAAAAA3I/y0TRaV5q2Mg/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO59GQosI/AAAAAAAAA3I/y0TRaV5q2Mg/s320/june+%26+July+2009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888751340102338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little cowgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO5F8w0vI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8lezGcwW8y0/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzO5F8w0vI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8lezGcwW8y0/s320/june+%26+July+2009+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888736536318706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and I.&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/7153905196297646220-5366865553161946973?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5366865553161946973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=5366865553161946973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/5366865553161946973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/5366865553161946973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-on-earth-havent-we-been-july.html' title='Where on Earth haven&apos;t we been...  (July)'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzTy6OCX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-5lDuuH_maY/s72-c/june+%26+July+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-2094022668991844706</id><published>2009-07-26T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:43:27.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on Earth haven't we been...  (June)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;June was just nuts for us... when Bryce and I sat down and thought about it... we were gone more days then we were home. Here are some of the highlights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzJpAdJvCI/AAAAAAAAA24/u3Vq9ccN_2g/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzJpAdJvCI/AAAAAAAAA24/u3Vq9ccN_2g/s320/june+%26+July+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362882962625510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smith Family Campout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzIn1SYs2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/038-amEmTHE/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzIn1SYs2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/038-amEmTHE/s320/june+%26+July+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881842936066914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoying his breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzInYQIJtI/AAAAAAAAA2g/f8CL79dkJa8/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzInYQIJtI/AAAAAAAAA2g/f8CL79dkJa8/s320/june+%26+July+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881835141965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee and Bryce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzIm_u9tpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/jdgsnlh_pXU/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzIm_u9tpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/jdgsnlh_pXU/s320/june+%26+July+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881828560418450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landon taking time to relax with Bry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzImqoDNFI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/T7B1mFP9Idg/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzImqoDNFI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/T7B1mFP9Idg/s320/june+%26+July+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881822894273618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters... just taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the middle of the month we spent a week at Park City. We swam, ate, but mostly just took it easy. It was a nice break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH1EUoj0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Wi-W9h3_zF8/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH1EUoj0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Wi-W9h3_zF8/s320/june+%26+July+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880970798698306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main Street, Park City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH0vJFagI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AJAcZ2vTSrU/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH0vJFagI/AAAAAAAAA2A/AJAcZ2vTSrU/s320/june+%26+July+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880965113113090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker's 1st ride on the Alpine Slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH0BoZt3I/AAAAAAAAA14/ngBRiCtqp3w/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzH0BoZt3I/AAAAAAAAA14/ngBRiCtqp3w/s320/june+%26+July+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880952896436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry-Bry patiently waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHzzx0ZXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/q_DzR2Vlaok/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHzzx0ZXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/q_DzR2Vlaok/s320/june+%26+July+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880949177836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we were short on beds... Parker slept in the tub. ( We are awesome parents huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our baby girl, is not such a baby anymore. At 8 months, she is sporting an attitude, crawling, and making friends everywhere we go. She is quick to wave and smile at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHMg-4vZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nlDZGR9kpug/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHMg-4vZI/AAAAAAAAA1o/nlDZGR9kpug/s320/june+%26+July+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880274117475730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry- Bry at 8 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHMcjtn2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/-jttmZJv7Yc/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHMcjtn2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/-jttmZJv7Yc/s320/june+%26+July+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880272929759074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still has gorgeous blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHLuizrxI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/coJu2RGPs00/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHLuizrxI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/coJu2RGPs00/s320/june+%26+July+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880260577931026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crawling... No Prob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHLbetrhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/_fhNtCHTPIc/s1600-h/june+%26+July+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzHLbetrhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/_fhNtCHTPIc/s320/june+%26+July+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880255460486674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;St. Thomas!!!!!!! So, at the beginning of the month Bryce and I were able to spend a week in the beautiful St. Thomas! We along with my dear friends, Kellie and Justin, had a wonderful time, without the children. Here are just a few highlights, there is just too much to post about, so I am limiting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzB8LJ_VDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/61uw0K8iUx8/s1600-h/may+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzB8LJ_VDI/AAAAAAAAA1I/61uw0K8iUx8/s320/may+2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874495822418994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Virgin Islands. Looking out from St. Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzB71pFiTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oihG9go3u_g/s1600-h/may+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzB71pFiTI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oihG9go3u_g/s320/may+2009+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874490047269170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at Blue Bird's Castle... I would highly recommend eating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBmssjIfI/AAAAAAAAA04/0BRfPnOIAt4/s1600-h/may+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBmssjIfI/AAAAAAAAA04/0BRfPnOIAt4/s320/may+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874126868619762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the castles on the Island. The pirate statues here, inspired characters that are in the movie, " Pirates of the Carribean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBmHtz2OI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5o6JEeOqlhg/s1600-h/may+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBmHtz2OI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5o6JEeOqlhg/s320/may+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874116941797602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming with Sea Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBlh3vw5I/AAAAAAAAA0o/HOfwf1ezLdk/s1600-h/may+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBlh3vw5I/AAAAAAAAA0o/HOfwf1ezLdk/s320/may+2009+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874106782925714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce feeding the Iguana. They are everywhere over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBlVCJLBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/UxWislpVPtA/s1600-h/may+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBlVCJLBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/UxWislpVPtA/s320/may+2009+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874103336872978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiking in the rainforest. Highlight here... a spider as big as my fist. It still makes me shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBk6Z6VNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7taYqArrWu0/s1600-h/may+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzBk6Z6VNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7taYqArrWu0/s320/may+2009+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362874096188806354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baths at Virgin Gorda. Really super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7153905196297646220-2094022668991844706?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2094022668991844706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=2094022668991844706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/2094022668991844706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/2094022668991844706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-on-earth-havent-we-been-june.html' title='Where on Earth haven&apos;t we been...  (June)'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SmzJpAdJvCI/AAAAAAAAA24/u3Vq9ccN_2g/s72-c/june+%26+July+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1284051919823227061</id><published>2009-07-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:46:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on Earth haven't we been...  (May)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9yZvOofI/AAAAAAAAA0I/fyBx3CeQi8o/s1600-h/may+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9yZvOofI/AAAAAAAAA0I/fyBx3CeQi8o/s320/may+2009+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869929891504626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry gets her first "Pedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9xwW0-eI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EoQYAfifYYI/s1600-h/may+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9xwW0-eI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EoQYAfifYYI/s320/may+2009+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869918783306210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9xmUm49I/AAAAAAAAAz4/Wr1avsIzhb4/s1600-h/may+2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9xmUm49I/AAAAAAAAAz4/Wr1avsIzhb4/s320/may+2009+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869916089639890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry also expirences "getting her hair done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9JSMcjRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/a1xe9E6jtBE/s1600-h/may+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9JSMcjRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/a1xe9E6jtBE/s320/may+2009+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869223491931410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, she is obessed with the twin in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9I1Fa_hI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KoJbvl9p6EE/s1600-h/may+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9I1Fa_hI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KoJbvl9p6EE/s320/may+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869215677840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee is 7 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9ImtxpsI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Nuxiy0DW7Do/s1600-h/may+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9ImtxpsI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Nuxiy0DW7Do/s320/may+2009+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869211820566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting up all on her own, and gettin ready to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9IJ6VmcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3arKdqzMAQU/s1600-h/may+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9IJ6VmcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3arKdqzMAQU/s320/may+2009+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869204088625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooooo Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9HjzxR2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/B1Ruevs8YhA/s1600-h/may+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9HjzxR2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/B1Ruevs8YhA/s320/may+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362869193860532066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce drummin at his 40th Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8B6jtigI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5TSd_Zb05v8/s1600-h/may+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8B6jtigI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5TSd_Zb05v8/s320/may+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867997376350722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and his siblings at his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8BiMmi-I/AAAAAAAAAzA/GXNfW6cwLNE/s1600-h/may+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8BiMmi-I/AAAAAAAAAzA/GXNfW6cwLNE/s320/may+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867990836972514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends and Family hanging out at the Party... thanks to all who came. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8BAjJIPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6TIfQomtc0Q/s1600-h/may+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8BAjJIPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/6TIfQomtc0Q/s320/may+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867981804708082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and his girl at his Party.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8AvJF9uI/AAAAAAAAAyw/If309X8bu7g/s1600-h/may+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8AvJF9uI/AAAAAAAAAyw/If309X8bu7g/s320/may+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867977132046050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker discovering just how much fun mud and water can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8AV6UPuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QQHuizrCa0E/s1600-h/may+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy8AV6UPuI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QQHuizrCa0E/s320/may+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867970359181026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was having so much fun, he did not want to levae out the neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7IEkZNQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VEhU2oUxQrk/s1600-h/may+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7IEkZNQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/VEhU2oUxQrk/s320/may+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362867003631154434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 generation Pic from Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7Hmq4RgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oe-ZsDsPJXE/s1600-h/may+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7Hmq4RgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Oe-ZsDsPJXE/s320/may+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362866995605292546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My munchkins and I on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7HBCxLPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/woyYC-le4RU/s1600-h/may+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7HBCxLPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/woyYC-le4RU/s320/may+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362866985504943346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7G-ZYEGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/0t4g66LN9XI/s1600-h/may+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy7G-ZYEGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/0t4g66LN9XI/s320/may+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362866984794460258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylie going to Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6CmKOGSI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vporR3FafoM/s1600-h/may+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6CmKOGSI/AAAAAAAAAxw/vporR3FafoM/s320/may+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362865810057337122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylie and her date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6COMovZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xt_YczxoPOM/s1600-h/may+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6COMovZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/xt_YczxoPOM/s320/may+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362865803625020818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the 4 of us hanging out on the train at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6B3RpTDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ua4e6PskHwM/s1600-h/may+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6B3RpTDI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ua4e6PskHwM/s320/may+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362865797472013362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Parker's favorite spot to have his pic taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6BujlKSI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nT-us4ZMOC0/s1600-h/may+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy6BujlKSI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nT-us4ZMOC0/s320/may+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362865795131320610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this was our 3rd trip to the zoo in May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7153905196297646220-1284051919823227061?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1284051919823227061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1284051919823227061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1284051919823227061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1284051919823227061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-on-earth-havent-we-been-may.html' title='Where on Earth haven&apos;t we been...  (May)'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Smy9yZvOofI/AAAAAAAAA0I/fyBx3CeQi8o/s72-c/may+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6522864083602944101</id><published>2009-04-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:43:05.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Utes Go! GO Utes Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nationals!!! It has become a yearly tradition... my friends and I attend the NCAA National Gymnastics Championships. During the winter we attend the home meets at the U of U and lucky for us, the Utes rock, and they make it to Nationals each year. Sometimes we get to go fun places like LA, but this year it was held in Lincoln, Nebraska. A little boring... However, since we all decided to pro-create at the same time... we had four 7 month old babies with us. So, that made the trip pretty exciting. :) Thank you to Wendy who spent the whole week as our "extra set of hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98aZ6PyHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/rnbKaFxlkh4/s1600-h/spring+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98aZ6PyHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/rnbKaFxlkh4/s320/spring+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613677276219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to Right: Me and Bry, Briana and Zander, Jami and Anna, Mandy and Evelyn, and Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98-D1PGsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rhj6Fd91hz0/s1600-h/nationals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98-D1PGsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Rhj6Fd91hz0/s320/nationals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327614289824914114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how we looked all week. We were well recognized. How do you miss 4 women carrying 4 babies... you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZzswC3I/AAAAAAAAAwk/NiVpEBXiv9c/s1600-h/spring+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZzswC3I/AAAAAAAAAwk/NiVpEBXiv9c/s320/spring+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613667019066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinners were a little crazy... some restaurants did not even have enough high chairs.... Guess we took living in Utah for granted.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZpvGe2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/MwflAYtGn2o/s1600-h/spring+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZpvGe2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/MwflAYtGn2o/s320/spring+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613664344570722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our future Ute fans... They were so popular... that there was a photo shoot at the team party just for them... people are nuts... now my kid will bee plastered all over the place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZbbOuKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/y79HIZdqGgE/s1600-h/spring+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98ZbbOuKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/y79HIZdqGgE/s320/spring+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327613660503128226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little fan... all in red with the tattoo. She is so cute. She was such a trooper the whole trip. Especially when I got home and found out she had a double ear infection.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se99rwxGeCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BqNG1WgiMjI/s1600-h/spring+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se99rwxGeCI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BqNG1WgiMjI/s320/spring+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327615074981279778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girl. This trip was a little nuts, and at times we all questioned our sanity... but in the end, I am grateful to spend time with dear friends. And, to  have these memories of time with just Bry and I. &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/7153905196297646220-6522864083602944101?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6522864083602944101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6522864083602944101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6522864083602944101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6522864083602944101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-utes-go-go-utes-go.html' title='Go Utes Go! GO Utes Go!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se98aZ6PyHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/rnbKaFxlkh4/s72-c/spring+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1331848918911818047</id><published>2009-04-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:19:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pic's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se96VQbefrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HiGCO1BCeAc/s1600-h/spring+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se96VQbefrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HiGCO1BCeAc/s320/spring+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611389808639666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Easter! Parker and Brylee siting with the Easter Bunny at Parker's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se96VC6fA5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/UVMWoscw1IM/s1600-h/spring+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se96VC6fA5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/UVMWoscw1IM/s320/spring+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611386180600722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and his basket. He was very excited about his play dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95MT5wrCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5mMmPfUM5Co/s1600-h/spring+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95MT5wrCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5mMmPfUM5Co/s320/spring+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610136610516002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry- Bry and her basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95L08_zjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ENJg1AvXR34/s1600-h/spring+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95L08_zjI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ENJg1AvXR34/s320/spring+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610128302591538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New sunday clothes for Easter. They match... of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95LuQmgLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CcsnfsfPjFQ/s1600-h/spring+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se95LuQmgLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CcsnfsfPjFQ/s320/spring+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327610126505771186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker's first easter egg dying...he had green fingers for days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94pWo0YGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EeZ1qqWLRzo/s1600-h/spring+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94pWo0YGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/EeZ1qqWLRzo/s320/spring+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609536049340514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bry's idea of dying easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94o8AmYAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SxhJtEXuCxY/s1600-h/spring+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94o8AmYAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/SxhJtEXuCxY/s320/spring+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609528901328898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing during our hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94ogLAOQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AHJd6w1kLAc/s1600-h/spring+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94ogLAOQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/AHJd6w1kLAc/s320/spring+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609521428773122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee hunting eggs with the help of Grandpa Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94oUMu_TI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1Pr0rvyg0v8/s1600-h/spring+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94oUMu_TI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1Pr0rvyg0v8/s320/spring+2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609518214806834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker had this down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94oNRVXPI/AAAAAAAAAus/xBBnEkaSw6Q/s1600-h/spring+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se94oNRVXPI/AAAAAAAAAus/xBBnEkaSw6Q/s320/spring+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609516355050738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the nice weather. Kaylie and Landon are not in any of the pictures due to them baking in the Caribbean Sun on a cruise with their mom. We were jealous.&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/7153905196297646220-1331848918911818047?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1331848918911818047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1331848918911818047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1331848918911818047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1331848918911818047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pics.html' title='Easter Pic&apos;s'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/Se96VQbefrI/AAAAAAAAAwM/HiGCO1BCeAc/s72-c/spring+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-4449758067528723703</id><published>2009-03-17T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:07:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bry-Bry is 6 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, 6 months goes by fast. It has been so much having my baby girl. Brylee is the best baby. She is so content, unless of course she is hungry or tired. At 6 months, she is sitting up, and loves rolling and playing with toys on the floor. She also smiles and laughs all the time. She is also enjoying trying new foods... she thinks that baby food is alright, but would rather reach for and try to eat things off mommy or daddy's plate. She also responds to her name, which Parker thinks is so great. He is constantly calling her name to get her attention. She dislikes her carseat, so car rides are always a choir of cries. But, take a look at these pics, who could not fall in love with her????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5kfS5ryI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uUwyZ1AwsbE/s1600-h/kk6m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5kfS5ryI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uUwyZ1AwsbE/s320/kk6m.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310859336036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5VtuE8GI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tgQfUZNedLc/s1600-h/kk6m2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5VtuE8GI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tgQfUZNedLc/s320/kk6m2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310605510078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5U7rVF2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/NFHBBuSWYv4/s1600-h/kk6m3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5U7rVF2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/NFHBBuSWYv4/s320/kk6m3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310592076781410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5EgcVKxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/NCl9l_MB8zw/s1600-h/kk6m4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5EgcVKxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/NCl9l_MB8zw/s320/kk6m4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310309888207634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5EWR_dNI/AAAAAAAAAts/7QnSLA3j3sc/s1600-h/kk6m5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5EWR_dNI/AAAAAAAAAts/7QnSLA3j3sc/s320/kk6m5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310307160487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5ERY3UHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TlaIWP4XjBs/s1600-h/kk6m6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5ERY3UHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/TlaIWP4XjBs/s320/kk6m6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310305847136370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5DznvkmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LE8suvHlxyQ/s1600-h/kk6m7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5DznvkmI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LE8suvHlxyQ/s320/kk6m7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310297856479842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5DYwY-TI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AxcxbRFXItw/s1600-h/kk6m8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5DYwY-TI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AxcxbRFXItw/s320/kk6m8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310290644990258" 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/7153905196297646220-4449758067528723703?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4449758067528723703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=4449758067528723703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4449758067528723703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/4449758067528723703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bry-bry-is-6-months.html' title='Bry-Bry is 6 Months!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA5kfS5ryI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uUwyZ1AwsbE/s72-c/kk6m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-355134676896186608</id><published>2009-03-17T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:52:25.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks green at the zoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my sis and I went to all this trouble to get our kids something green to wear for St. Patrick's Day. However, then it dons on us... no one will even see our kids on St.Patrick's Day. Obviously, its on a Tuesday. :) So, this past Saturday, we got them all festive and we enjoyed the wonderful weather at the zoo.  My Parker, is soooo in love with the zoo. It is his happy place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1htHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TKWplPILxss/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1htHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TKWplPILxss/s320/Zoo+in+Green+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306413461094034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go. We got the kids a cart that they could get in and out of easily. It was a great idea, however we had many lessons on why we don't get out when the cart is moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1P8W0BdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RP7ZMtIpBQE/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1P8W0BdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/RP7ZMtIpBQE/s320/Zoo+in+Green+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306108313306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the elephant exhibit. My sis is taking the pic from below the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1Pwt5rXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gWEVJ7Jo7F4/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1Pwt5rXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gWEVJ7Jo7F4/s320/Zoo+in+Green+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306105188920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is their favorite. The Zoo carousel.&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1PdDfzCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SWEPP84CQYw/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1PdDfzCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/SWEPP84CQYw/s320/Zoo+in+Green+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314306099910790178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many make-up hugs from the day. Parker and Aubrey spend so much time together, they fight like siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0sz2uuEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/s3fSv_3UpmM/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0sz2uuEI/AAAAAAAAAsc/s3fSv_3UpmM/s320/Zoo+in+Green+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305504735836226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my boy, checking out the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0shz24LI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sZ9nznPjB0M/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0shz24LI/AAAAAAAAAsU/sZ9nznPjB0M/s320/Zoo+in+Green+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305499891949746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and Aubrey with their Aunt Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0sOWG4gI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JuJeJa3JU8M/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0sOWG4gI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JuJeJa3JU8M/s320/Zoo+in+Green+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305494666895874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl... getting her first taste of cotton candy... and like her mommy, she loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0r5ucamI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1SsfWCl57vg/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0r5ucamI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1SsfWCl57vg/s320/Zoo+in+Green+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305489131825762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another not so good idea...we are lucky there were no blood wounds after this, but hey, at least I got the pic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0rv7xPLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/reKfG4PiccA/s1600-h/Zoo+in+Green+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA0rv7xPLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/reKfG4PiccA/s320/Zoo+in+Green+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305486503361714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Janna! Can I say more. She is our kids favorite. Can ya tell?&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/7153905196297646220-355134676896186608?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/355134676896186608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=355134676896186608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/355134676896186608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/355134676896186608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-green-at-zoo.html' title='St. Patricks green at the zoo...'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScA1htHtvpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TKWplPILxss/s72-c/Zoo+in+Green+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-6653775286912208834</id><published>2009-03-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:33:13.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAx0zSylLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BbGz5y2VZw8/s1600-h/Parker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAx0zSylLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BbGz5y2VZw8/s320/Parker.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314302343489164466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my little man... I can't believe how big he is getting! Yikes!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxd5H9OtI/AAAAAAAAArk/5BUC0gk2G2k/s1600-h/Aubrey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxd5H9OtI/AAAAAAAAArk/5BUC0gk2G2k/s320/Aubrey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314301949917346514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece, Aubrey, for those who know her... can you believe that she is holding still???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdqorYmI/AAAAAAAAArc/p1R95gzeUr0/s1600-h/Bry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdqorYmI/AAAAAAAAArc/p1R95gzeUr0/s320/Bry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314301946028057186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There she is... my little princess. Wow time flies. She thinks she is so big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdpzizLI/AAAAAAAAArU/tP8-666Fzu4/s1600-h/cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdpzizLI/AAAAAAAAArU/tP8-666Fzu4/s320/cousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314301945805196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture should be considered a small miracle... two toddlers, one baby, all of which had to wait for over an hour, and were hungry... oh and the Disney store was across the hall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdeH34xI/AAAAAAAAArM/Dmi2IodGpsQ/s1600-h/lovin+cuzs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAxdeH34xI/AAAAAAAAArM/Dmi2IodGpsQ/s320/lovin+cuzs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314301942669239058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids kept loving on Brylee, so we finally just had the photographer take their picture. This is Brylee's reality... she gets lots and lots of love from her brother and cousin, Aubrey.&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/7153905196297646220-6653775286912208834?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6653775286912208834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=6653775286912208834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6653775286912208834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/6653775286912208834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-of-cousins.html' title='Pics of the Cousins'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/ScAx0zSylLI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BbGz5y2VZw8/s72-c/Parker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-1589105871670889298</id><published>2009-02-11T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:04:52.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look is already 5 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard to believe, but Brylee is 5 months! Wow, its gone so fast. At 5 months she is so fun. She smiles all the time and is gaining a little personality. Oh, an boy, does she have some attitude. She loves to roll on the floor, and play with toys. She is also enjoying her bouncer and excersaucer. She loves to kick her socks off, and she is getting very good at it, I might add. :) She also reconizes her family. She grins whenever she hears Bryce, Parker, or I. She has not quite learned Kaylie and Landon's voices, but they are not in her face as much as we are. She has been eating cereal for about a month, and we just started veggies. She loves them. Our little baby is growing up so fast. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYQKhvKyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YXEJZB9LApU/s1600-h/Brylee+5+Months+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYQKhvKyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YXEJZB9LApU/s320/Brylee+5+Months+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678221072214818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPymvdJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5KXAdxvDU6A/s1600-h/Brylee+5+Months+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPymvdJI/AAAAAAAAAq0/5KXAdxvDU6A/s320/Brylee+5+Months+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678214650754194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYP2CvUtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IjX6MR8pLwU/s1600-h/Brylee+5+Months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYP2CvUtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IjX6MR8pLwU/s320/Brylee+5+Months+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678215573492434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPjkJa1I/AAAAAAAAAqk/N2mZev5bvq0/s1600-h/Brylee+5+Months+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPjkJa1I/AAAAAAAAAqk/N2mZev5bvq0/s320/Brylee+5+Months+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678210613341010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPY8avhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YxcqzvbRCIQ/s1600-h/Brylee+5+Months+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYPY8avhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YxcqzvbRCIQ/s320/Brylee+5+Months+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678207762349586" 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/7153905196297646220-1589105871670889298?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1589105871670889298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=1589105871670889298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1589105871670889298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/1589105871670889298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-is-already-5-months.html' title='Look is already 5 months!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNYQKhvKyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YXEJZB9LApU/s72-c/Brylee+5+Months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-394882777733656855</id><published>2009-02-11T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:52:56.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love spending the long WInter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I know, I know, I am wearing Red and it appears that I am cheering for the U of U as is Brylee, well.... its all True! Despite being raised "Blue" ( for those of you outside of Utah, it means I was raised to love BYU) I love the U of U gymnastics program. And for the last 6 years have had season tickets with my friends from work. Not only do we attend all of the home meets, we also love to go to Nationals. This year we will be visiting the great state of Nebraska...( I hope they have something to do there...) It has been the best girls night out. We grab some dinner and then attend the meets. No a bad way to get through the winter. And of course, we take  the babies with us. So, to show our support, Briana made U-T-A-H Onesies. Let me just say... our kids are the hit at the meets.  And, just a side note, all these little ones were born within 15 days of each other. And, no, we did not plan it. :)  From right to left: Brylee, Zander, Anna, and Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNUie0-5uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EI5HZT_tpuM/s1600-h/Ute+Babes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNUie0-5uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EI5HZT_tpuM/s320/Ute+Babes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301674137712781026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7153905196297646220-394882777733656855?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/394882777733656855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=394882777733656855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/394882777733656855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/394882777733656855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-love-spending-long-winter.html' title='How I love spending the long WInter....'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SZNUie0-5uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EI5HZT_tpuM/s72-c/Ute+Babes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-237759474489870766</id><published>2009-02-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:25:08.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate, I mean HATE, Potty Training!</title><content type='html'>So, the last few weeks we have been "patiently" potty training Parker. He is now 2 and ½. So, yes, I think he is old enough... :) And, when Brylee came along, changing 14 plus diapers a day just got old... So, here we are, 4 weeks into the process of potty training and can I just say, it is the worst thing I have had to do as a parent thus far. It just plain sucks in my opinion. I wish there was a way I could pay someone to do it. :) Any takers????   Anyway here is a run down...if you are interested. Week 1: Went like this... I put Parker in "big-boy" underpants, bribed him with stickers and treats, and ta-dum... it worked like a charm. He had one accident, from then on he told me when he had to go potty, he got a sticker, he got a treat, and mom was smiling because no more diapers. However, Mom (being me) also went back to work this week, which put Daddy in charge... No problem... Daddy gave out stickers, gave treats, and cheered, clapped, and acted like a goof. We were so happy... Parker was happy, life was good. And I really started thinking, this potty training thing is not so hard... ( For that thought alone, I am now being punished.) So, here comes Week 2: Mom, decides to ask Dad how the whole #2 thing was going... Dad has a blank look, "what #2 thing," he asks... Mom then clarifies, has Parker pooped in the potty? Dad responds... Parker has not pooped at all. A Big Fat Uh- Oh echoes through the house. With the excitement and accomplishment of the #1, we had neglected, the more important #2! Yikes! So, we bribe, plea, cry for Parker to do the #2 on the potty... no luck, the harder we pleaded, the harder he held... so, no poop. Mom, being a nurse, and a human being, knew it was a little unhealthy not to poop for 6 blasted days! So, she makes a trip to the pharmacy, she shows Parker the suppository, explains where it goes, he does not care, and well, still refusing to poop, mom administers the suppository. ( These details, I will leave out.) An hour later, ( the stupid box said 15-30 mins.) Parker is still holding, Parker is crying, Mom is crying, and well... no luck. Finally, with a little yelling I must admit, Parker finally goes. Yea! So, like all the books say, that was the hardest part... smooth sailing from here... NOT! Parker goes another 3 days without going #2. Again, we plea, bribe, joke, and even threaten to no avail... we again are left with no choice but a suppository. After, 2 hours this time, moving the "little" potty in front of the T.V.  we finally get a small result.  However, the next morning, in his pull-up from the previous night, he unleashed. Mom was just glad he was all cleaned out. So, mom reads and reads, asks all her friends for advice, and researches. Mom and Dad decide to let Parker just do #2 in the pull-ups. Bring on Week 3. So, mom asks Parker to tell her when he needs to go #2, and she will put a pull-up on... he does and this works, and Mom's anxiety starts to evaporate. However, this potty training bliss lasts only two days. Then, potty training lost all its excitement. Parker could care less about the treats, and who needs stickers, and he could care less that mom and dad sing all these silly songs while he is on the potty. When he had an accident, and he had many this week, he could care less. In fact, I think he did it on purpose, just so I would put him in the tub...Again! One day he would do so well, and then the next it would be accident after accident. Mom threatened to throw the "big boy" pants away if he had an accident, and he looked at her and confidently  said, " Daddy will buy me more." How smart he already is... So, here we are at week 4. Now Mom and Dad, two competent adults ponder how they can not convince their two year old to poop, or use the potty. Its all in Parker's control. If they take him to the potty, he goes, but otherwise, when the urge hits, he'll go where he is standing... and sees no problem with that. Mom has considered bagging the whole idea, but all those she talks to tell her this is normal, and one day it will just click. SO, until the day it "clicks" Mom will be losing her mind, And so, if you see me, you'll know why I have gone crazy. :) I hate potty training!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153905196297646220-237759474489870766?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/237759474489870766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=237759474489870766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/237759474489870766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/237759474489870766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-i-mean-hate-potty-training.html' title='I hate, I mean HATE, Potty Training!'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-3261359521648366020</id><published>2009-01-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:39:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our January Thus Far... z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier this month, Bryce and I got together with some of my friends from the college days... this picture is of my friend Jake, and he is holding Noah, Brylee, and Paislee. Noah and Brylee were born on the same day, and Paislee came only 4 days later. Crazy... seriously don't drink public water in the month of December... you'll end up with a September baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_weWF4YWI/AAAAAAAAApk/4sOZG4gmnSU/s1600-h/Winter+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_weWF4YWI/AAAAAAAAApk/4sOZG4gmnSU/s320/Winter+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712491300610402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the Snow... Bryce was our official reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wd40BGkI/AAAAAAAAApc/G7KPZlB7SbQ/s1600-h/Winter+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wd40BGkI/AAAAAAAAApc/G7KPZlB7SbQ/s320/Winter+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712483441056322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wECn8F4I/AAAAAAAAApU/FjzDMyAEWto/s1600-h/Winter+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wECn8F4I/AAAAAAAAApU/FjzDMyAEWto/s320/Winter+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712039398152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDyMM8CI/AAAAAAAAApM/_IEPbXiHK_0/s1600-h/Winter+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDyMM8CI/AAAAAAAAApM/_IEPbXiHK_0/s320/Winter+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712034986848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker's first big "Uh- Oh" Moment. And no my kid can't be like other kids, and hit the wall, oh no, he likes more permanent art....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDtHPnQI/AAAAAAAAApE/7S1mdFlyRJk/s1600-h/Winter+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDtHPnQI/AAAAAAAAApE/7S1mdFlyRJk/s320/Winter+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712033623874818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDYWzRsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/My0zV1g9t-8/s1600-h/Winter+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wDYWzRsI/AAAAAAAAAo8/My0zV1g9t-8/s320/Winter+2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712028051982018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our plantation shutters are now colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wCzH4gzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UsyRJRfqVdM/s1600-h/Winter+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_wCzH4gzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UsyRJRfqVdM/s320/Winter+2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712018057298738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and he did not want the wood window box to be left out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you maybe be wondering where Bryce and I were during this time... Oh, well, we were just outside the room, we were booking airline tickets, which took a whole 10 minutes.  I also had a proud mommy moment, instead of yelling, I laughed and ran for the camera... And, I do not normally let my child run around half dressed, but this past week we have been potty training... and well, with every 30 minute trips to the "potty" I was tired of the whole re-dressing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon turns 15. We celebrate by hanging out at the Skybox for dinner and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGyUcDEI/AAAAAAAAAos/p5X4puBdQjE/s1600-h/Winter+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGyUcDEI/AAAAAAAAAos/p5X4puBdQjE/s320/Winter+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710987049372738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGdDhiAI/AAAAAAAAAok/f-ZXUese0tQ/s1600-h/Winter+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGdDhiAI/AAAAAAAAAok/f-ZXUese0tQ/s320/Winter+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710981341284354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGEa27JI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9sAceprVg4M/s1600-h/Winter+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vGEa27JI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9sAceprVg4M/s320/Winter+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710974728268946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylee hits 4 months. Stats: 12.8 lbs, 25 inches long. She is long and lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vF2qyDrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BYmFmNOX-EQ/s1600-h/Winter+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vF2qyDrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BYmFmNOX-EQ/s320/Winter+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710971036962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vFbqYdNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/c5aVRGuf7vo/s1600-h/Winter+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_vFbqYdNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/c5aVRGuf7vo/s320/Winter+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710963787527378" 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/7153905196297646220-3261359521648366020?l=bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3261359521648366020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153905196297646220&amp;postID=3261359521648366020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3261359521648366020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153905196297646220/posts/default/3261359521648366020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryce-n-michelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-january-thus-far-z.html' title='Our January Thus Far... z'/><author><name>Bryce-n-Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02124087958258052723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCwMPMr1J5w/TX7Htyudp5I/AAAAAAAABP8/jwLw6tzViqk/s220/IMG_5196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SW_weWF4YWI/AAAAAAAAApk/4sOZG4gmnSU/s72-c/Winter+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153905196297646220.post-7394480316662396885</id><published>2008-12-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:02:18.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our December Whirlwind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy holiday season. Each year Bryce and I plan to take it easy during the holidays and enjoy a good movie, or even take the time to nap... however it never seems to happen. The more we hope for peace and quiet, the more busy we seem to be. So, giving into my instincts to be a super mom, super wife, and super family member, once again the month of December has come and gone in a blur. What we are left with... the pictures to help us remember. And if Bryce will attest to anything, its the fact that I like to take pictures. :) So, here are our holiday memories. I hope that you enjoy them! And, may you all have a very Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Smith Family Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf-ADxPPEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FBORIn3LxGo/s1600-h/Winter+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf-ADxPPEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FBORIn3LxGo/s320/Winter+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971964707847234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee all ready to play with the Smith's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9_UukzII/AAAAAAAAAnU/lLeLEEsf_-g/s1600-h/Winter+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9_UukzII/AAAAAAAAAnU/lLeLEEsf_-g/s320/Winter+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971952080211074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smith Family enjoying dinner in our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf99O-rf1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/oo8npajbw4s/s1600-h/Winter+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf99O-rf1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/oo8npajbw4s/s320/Winter+2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971916177407826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoying his new books from Grandpa and Grandma Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf98oArn5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/H2YWrH9xlhg/s1600-h/Winter+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf98oArn5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/H2YWrH9xlhg/s320/Winter+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971905716821906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker, his friend, Jaxon, and his cousin Aubrey. The mall refused to let me take a picture of them with Santa, so we went to the side. Can I just say, that I think it is freaking ridiculous that they charge 30 bucks for a picture of my kid seeing Santa! Don't they realize he wont even smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf98I27bgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8zBSjSakSp0/s1600-h/Winter+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf98I27bgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8zBSjSakSp0/s320/Winter+2008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971897354415618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoying his candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9KfHDETI/AAAAAAAAAm0/s3Um_4WD0mc/s1600-h/Winter+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9KfHDETI/AAAAAAAAAm0/s3Um_4WD0mc/s320/Winter+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971044334145842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and Brylee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atkinson Christmas Lunch at Maddox Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9KFqYg2I/AAAAAAAAAms/PVRydWgl8Vo/s1600-h/Winter+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9KFqYg2I/AAAAAAAAAms/PVRydWgl8Vo/s320/Winter+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971037503030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce being super Dad and entertaining both kids at lunch! Way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9J9ukYNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9aqKyQYDFp0/s1600-h/Winter+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9J9ukYNI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9aqKyQYDFp0/s320/Winter+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971035373101266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A look down the table. I must have 20 or so pictures that look just like this. This has been a tradition for my dad's side of the family for as many years as I can remember. But it is a good one. The food here is awesome. Only prob... its in Perry, Utah, which is about 2 hours from us down here in Highland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9JkXSVTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uvWyvAvJHSg/s1600-h/Winter+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9JkXSVTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uvWyvAvJHSg/s320/Winter+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971028564563250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brylee... Ok, I love taking pictures of her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9JBXmUBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-X2nq9_5WMw/s1600-h/Winter+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf9JBXmUBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-X2nq9_5WMw/s320/Winter+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971019170631698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis, Jenni and I. Just goofing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saunders Family Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7Xlx_5DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k7WpUJL4QUc/s1600-h/Winter+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7Xlx_5DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/k7WpUJL4QUc/s320/Winter+2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969070439949362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoying dinner with his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7XJU2EeI/AAAAAAAAAmE/l9TjEknfmr4/s1600-h/Winter+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7XJU2EeI/AAAAAAAAAmE/l9TjEknfmr4/s320/Winter+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969062801478114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa always has time to stop by the Saunder's party. Yes, that is Parker, eating his Santa treat before he is even off his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7Wz00nEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xv_bWS0hjkQ/s1600-h/Winter+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7Wz00nEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xv_bWS0hjkQ/s320/Winter+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969057030020162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7WfNQ_-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/9VMmvYInWFg/s1600-h/Winter+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7WfNQ_-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/9VMmvYInWFg/s320/Winter+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969051495399394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa and I. Thank you to my cuz, Corey for taking this awesome pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7VrK3q_I/AAAAAAAAAls/zVPFw2MkLG8/s1600-h/Winter+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf7VrK3q_I/AAAAAAAAAls/zVPFw2MkLG8/s320/Winter+2008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969037526707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaylie and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6jQ9jgdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ktOObkv01g4/s1600-h/Winter+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6jQ9jgdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ktOObkv01g4/s320/Winter+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284968171498078674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, Landon is still afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6i4eW1vI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8XIcAbWBbxs/s1600-h/Winter+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6i4eW1vI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8XIcAbWBbxs/s320/Winter+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284968164924774130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of my family doing skits. I failed to mention, that not only did we attend these parties this year, we also planned both the Saunders and Smith party. So, if you never need any ideas... this was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6iSyMBLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/k_1mSjPo7jM/s1600-h/Winter+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6iSyMBLI/AAAAAAAAAlU/k_1mSjPo7jM/s320/Winter+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284968154807403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, Kaylie and Landon were with their mom for Christmas Eve. Therefore, Bryce andI spent they day with my family. We played games and ate alot! For those who live in Utah you know why we were homebound... I think our state got like a foot of snow this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6hnsUBPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eN_h4KcrbOs/s1600-h/Winter+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6hnsUBPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eN_h4KcrbOs/s320/Winter+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284968143240037618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas jammies! Another tradition I can thank my Mom for. Every Christmas Eve, we are allowed to open one gift... that gift is always new Christmas pjs. Here is Brylee sporting hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6hO1IWzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/LG-4IOjwUGk/s1600-h/Winter+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf6hO1IWzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/LG-4IOjwUGk/s320/Winter+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284968136566135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker's had Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck on them. He is trying to show you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5Y7BdBgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/I4FKBvLksuk/s1600-h/Winter+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5Y7BdBgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/I4FKBvLksuk/s320/Winter+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284966894298531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fam... of course we are all in our new pjs. After the gifts, the tradition continues with hilarious photo ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5YX6P3hI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vjmmZLfwfv0/s1600-h/Winter+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5YX6P3hI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vjmmZLfwfv0/s320/Winter+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284966884873068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few hundred or so photos, which I spared you from, comes time for making Santa's cookies. Because we all know... if Santa does not get his cookies... he is grumpy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5YNwMAFI/AAAAAAAAAks/xM-5Q9tp__g/s1600-h/Winter+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5YNwMAFI/AAAAAAAAAks/xM-5Q9tp__g/s320/Winter+2008+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284966882146517074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, you know when you are a teen and you swear you'll never do to your kids, what your parents did to you... well thats a lie. So, thanks to Janna  ( My mom) again for this one... my kids waiting on the stairs to go down together to see what Santa brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5XvQQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Pe2AnyHg8ss/s1600-h/Winter+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5XvQQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Pe2AnyHg8ss/s320/Winter+2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284966873959560450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa had this gift all put together. And, Parker loved it! In fact it took a lot of convincing to pull him away to un-wrap his other gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YSvy597Alo4/SVf5XPBh-pI/AAAAAAAAAkc/nlSLH70c32g/s1600-h/Winter+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 
