<?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-3133720550818929311</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:02:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-771115695812917071</id><published>2009-11-10T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:30:05.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                "Happy Halloween 2009"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnyCz88VkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n7D3klbNDNE/s1600-h/P1070316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402615358127101506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnyCz88VkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n7D3klbNDNE/s400/P1070316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little "Tinker Bell". Brinlee was so excited to be tinker bell for Halloween. But as i was getting her ready to go trick or treating, she decided she did not want to wear the wings, and cried all of her make up off . She decided at the last minute to wear them, and was happy once she saw the candy coming in.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnx2SXJfQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ebsk9W8B4Gw/s1600-h/P1070318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402615142951779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnx2SXJfQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ebsk9W8B4Gw/s400/P1070318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley was so excited to be "Bumble Bee" from transformers. He had a blast with the costume. He would run around the house making car noises. Such a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnxrQzZC0I/AAAAAAAAAes/wouLBiPqt68/s1600-h/P1070321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402614953554807618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnxrQzZC0I/AAAAAAAAAes/wouLBiPqt68/s400/P1070321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson was some Star Wars dude. Not sure on the name. He loved having his hair bright blue.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                     "Hill Family Halloween Traditions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnxc3I0ZSI/AAAAAAAAAek/ipiYHtBt-_U/s1600-h/P1070311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402614706147190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnxc3I0ZSI/AAAAAAAAAek/ipiYHtBt-_U/s400/P1070311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For family night we always carve pumpkins the week before Halloween. The kids love it. In the years past, the boys always made Brian clean out the insides of the pumpkins. This year, they wanted to do it all by themselves. They did pretty dang good. I am always so grateful to take pictures during this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnxFgmNThI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Apf49WMredY/s1600-h/P1070313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402614304959450642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnxFgmNThI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Apf49WMredY/s400/P1070313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnw5jqAW9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xumaIyWAsg0/s1600-h/P1070314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402614099622255570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnw5jqAW9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xumaIyWAsg0/s400/P1070314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was definitely a major sugar rush, the night we decorated sugar cookies. Brian can't wait to see the lovely cookies the kids get so excited to make him. It usually consists of an awful lot of frosting, candy, and sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnwoJOGbcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mufDFZ8zVgE/s1600-h/P1070307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402613800468114882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnwoJOGbcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mufDFZ8zVgE/s400/P1070307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnwdy0hTXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pvDeQKLPCdI/s1600-h/P1070308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402613622656552306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Svnwdy0hTXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pvDeQKLPCdI/s400/P1070308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, there is just about a pound of frosting on Brinlee's cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnwPxTrL6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2QP4J121oaE/s1600-h/P1070309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402613381732183970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnwPxTrL6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2QP4J121oaE/s400/P1070309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson, well this is his normal face now. He is very creative, and took about 15 minutes on each cookie. &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/3133720550818929311-771115695812917071?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/771115695812917071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=771115695812917071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/771115695812917071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/771115695812917071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-2009-my-little-tinker.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SvnyCz88VkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/n7D3klbNDNE/s72-c/P1070316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-3154725051710983254</id><published>2009-10-06T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:59:54.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                   "Tickles the Turtle"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUnPGOb2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/fCeISa29rBI/s1600-h/P1070260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389564780867383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUnPGOb2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/fCeISa29rBI/s400/P1070260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a sad day the other day, when Brian and I decided we would no longer be able to keep our dog "Mickey". Mickey had decided lately, that he would rather try and eat the neighbor's, rather than play with them. We found a nice home for him, were he can be raised with another boxer. So when we talked to the boys, and told them we were not going to be able to keep Mickey, and explained why, they were sad. I told them&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;we would get them a Turtle, and thank goodness they were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUcCz8WlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/f152HY_JpPk/s1600-h/P1070262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389564588590914130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUcCz8WlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/f152HY_JpPk/s400/P1070262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinlee loves to get a piece of lettuce and hold it in the water, and watch the turtle come to the top, and try and pull it out of her hand. She laughs hysterically saying, "Turtle get me". It is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUO5nFH5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3zwOTWUIUhI/s1600-h/P1070261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389564362782744466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUO5nFH5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3zwOTWUIUhI/s400/P1070261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are wondering about the name. Yes, I let Riley decide what to name the turtle. Without any hesitation, he decided his name would be "tickles the turtle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUDM6oX0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/fAKc4dWfqZ0/s1600-h/P1070263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389564161806589762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUDM6oX0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/fAKc4dWfqZ0/s400/P1070263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leave it to Riley, to be the first to break the rules with" Tickles the turtle". In less then 24 hours of having the turtle, Riley was already grounded from him. Surprise, Surprise, Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;The rules are that no one picks the turtle up, unless mom or dad are there with them. I had showed the kids earlier in the day, that Tickles well bite if you put anything in his face. I held a piece of lettuce in front of his face, and the kids saw him chop down on it, and slice it like a razor. I said Riley did you see that, with his eyes almost bulging from his head. He told me he did, and he would not put his fingers by his mouth. Later on that night, Riley, and Brinlee told me they were going downstairs to see Tickles. I told them OK, and made sure they new not to pick him up. About 15 minutes later, Brinlee was on her way up the stairs trying to tell me what Riley had done. I could not understand her, but Riley was right behind her telling her to shh, shh, shh. I new he has done something (like pick the turtle up). After a while, he told Kyson that the turtle had bit him, and to please not tell me, he would be in big trouble. So much for Kyson keeping his word. Let's just say Kyson let me no. I told Riley to come upstairs, and show me were the turtle bit him. Right on his nose hole. I laughed pretty dang hard. I asked Riley if he was going to hold the turtle again without asking, and he shook his head no. &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/3133720550818929311-3154725051710983254?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3154725051710983254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=3154725051710983254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3154725051710983254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3154725051710983254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/tickles-turtle-it-was-sad-day-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SsuUnPGOb2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/fCeISa29rBI/s72-c/P1070260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-8963490971805915987</id><published>2009-09-10T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:50:08.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                      "The Boy's first day of school work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlHSHTMedI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7q3xxw-NtLw/s1600-h/P1070214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379909606393543122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlHSHTMedI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7q3xxw-NtLw/s400/P1070214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson was so excited when he came home from school on his first day. He learned to write his name in cursive. Looks pretty good for his first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGxEW2qhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YbtzDQ9OtWk/s1600-h/P1070209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379909038667901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGxEW2qhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YbtzDQ9OtWk/s400/P1070209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley on his first day of school was so excited to show me his work from the day. When i looked at it, I asked him why there were so many "E's" in his name, because he No's how to spell his name. He told me he missed up on the first too, so he just kept writing "E's" until he got a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGlTl6MTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W6dKcqbuYYM/s1600-h/P1070218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908836599148850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGlTl6MTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W6dKcqbuYYM/s400/P1070218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson was so excited to show me his book me made me, "The Book Of Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGdlPq0cI/AAAAAAAAAbc/A7g_8F-M8xg/s1600-h/P1070219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908703898751426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGdlPq0cI/AAAAAAAAAbc/A7g_8F-M8xg/s400/P1070219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGWF8OAmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6xW2TOLIRys/s1600-h/P1070220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908575236588130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGWF8OAmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6xW2TOLIRys/s400/P1070220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his flower he made, such an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGOsze_iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xxB10wPGyu8/s1600-h/P1070221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908448229981730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGOsze_iI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xxB10wPGyu8/s400/P1070221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGHC257SI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Gjxw0ChMLsM/s1600-h/P1070222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379908316710956322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlGHC257SI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Gjxw0ChMLsM/s400/P1070222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love that boy.&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/3133720550818929311-8963490971805915987?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8963490971805915987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=8963490971805915987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8963490971805915987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8963490971805915987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-first-day-of-school-work-kyson-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SqlHSHTMedI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7q3xxw-NtLw/s72-c/P1070214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-3605948440655029026</id><published>2009-08-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:10:54.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Kyson and Riley's first day of school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374423746359608226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpXJ7CIwQ6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/MTQInz5rztY/s400/P1070191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374421595795959346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpXH92qbLjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hxhB_UFi1E4/s400/P1070181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374419554926069042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpXGHD1IBTI/AAAAAAAAAas/JTioTnPgPLo/s400/P1070180.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Riley was so excited that Brian was going to ride the bus with him to school for his first day of kindergarten. I followed in the car so that i could get some good pictures. Brian rode the bus with Kyson on his first day also. They think it is the coolest thing. Brian said when he was on the bus, a little girl turned to him and said " what are you doing on the bus". Riley thought he was the coolest kid, he was the only one that had his dad on the bus. One of the other kid's dad saw Brian get on the bus with Riley, he turned to his wife and said I am now the worst father in the world thanks to Brian. Brian said, well he could have got on the bus to. The things Brian does for his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW_NMOffRI/AAAAAAAAAac/erWEwxUKlDI/s1600-h/P1070169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374411963677768978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW_NMOffRI/AAAAAAAAAac/erWEwxUKlDI/s400/P1070169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson is going to third grade this year. He is so excited, he got his first boy teacher this year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Shirley. Kyson says he is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW-9X6w_eI/AAAAAAAAAaU/77hBFgRCyV0/s1600-h/P1070170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374411691938348514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW-9X6w_eI/AAAAAAAAAaU/77hBFgRCyV0/s400/P1070170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley holding up a zero for kindergarten. Aren't we so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW-kBUEoyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/s5Ogftoe03M/s1600-h/P1070178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374411256373748514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW-kBUEoyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/s5Ogftoe03M/s400/P1070178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cannot believe Riley is already old enough to go to kindergarten. But he is very ready for it, and has been counting the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW9npbX2jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vUAD5utUX90/s1600-h/P1070179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374410219169765938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW9npbX2jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vUAD5utUX90/s400/P1070179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he looks ready, how about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW9Bjzf4oI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WPrTJ6gxTM4/s1600-h/P1070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374409564825313922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW9Bjzf4oI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WPrTJ6gxTM4/s400/P1070182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a feeling Riley is going to be the class stud. Brian said when Riley got on the school bus, all of the kids were so excited to see him. He sure is a hard kid not to love. I think it is his big blue eyes that light up every time he talks, and of course his smile. I no the teachers are just going to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8yGKJAJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Z0umUYtz6yI/s1600-h/P1070188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374409299169181842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8yGKJAJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Z0umUYtz6yI/s400/P1070188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley looking just a little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8jh1ozCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BaPIj9JXwOA/s1600-h/P1070189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374409048901340194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8jh1ozCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BaPIj9JXwOA/s400/P1070189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad the kids have fun at school, but are excited to come home. I told Kyson when he left for school to keep an eye on Riley, since Riley rides the same bus home. Well Kyson was the first one off the bus, and took of running. I was wondering where is Riley, thank goodness Britton kept an eye on him, they came off the bus holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8XtZb3_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DQsLWvKEY18/s1600-h/P1070193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374408845845848050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8XtZb3_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/DQsLWvKEY18/s400/P1070193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made the boys there own little banana breads when they got home. Riley was so excited he said "mom you made my favorite, I love you". Such a small thing for a lot of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8KWO3TVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4wf6oC-wrn0/s1600-h/P1070174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374408616289193298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW8KWO3TVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4wf6oC-wrn0/s400/P1070174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinlee was so cute, she thought she was going to school with Riley. She had to do everything Riley did all morning. She asked for her school close, her new school shoes, and of course she had to have her backpack. My favorite was when she kept asking me what her teacher's name was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW78stL3JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OjJec8gtkHU/s1600-h/P1070175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374408381803781266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpW78stL3JI/AAAAAAAAAZE/OjJec8gtkHU/s400/P1070175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we took the boys to pick out there backpacks, Brinlee had to get one to, and she loves pink so guess what one she picked out. &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/3133720550818929311-3605948440655029026?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3605948440655029026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=3605948440655029026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3605948440655029026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3605948440655029026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/kyson-and-rileys-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SpXJ7CIwQ6I/AAAAAAAAAa8/MTQInz5rztY/s72-c/P1070191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-9192633764839926782</id><published>2009-08-04T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:21:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                       "Our Family's New Pet "Mickey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4xV3p9_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vcNXu0h1k-w/s1600-h/P1070063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366242113835628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4xV3p9_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vcNXu0h1k-w/s400/P1070063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4kS_FeJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6J6AEWPDF_E/s1600-h/P1070064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241889723185298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4kS_FeJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6J6AEWPDF_E/s400/P1070064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4X9vYXGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jP1Q4k8VZYM/s1600-h/P1070067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241677861739618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4X9vYXGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jP1Q4k8VZYM/s400/P1070067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley's dream totally came true. He asks for a dog once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4Mf96IqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e5q7m9Tsgtk/s1600-h/P1070068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241480891048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4Mf96IqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e5q7m9Tsgtk/s400/P1070068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We Promised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; years ago that when he turned 8 years old we would get a dog. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; turned 8 a few weeks ago. I was feeling guilty, and new that we needed to keep our word, so we surprised the kids with a dog. We told the kids that we had a surprise for them, and Brian brought home the dog. They were totally shocked and still are. They fight every night, who gets to sleep with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; playing tee ball. He told me the other day that tee ball was to boring for him, he wants to play the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni3515m1rI/AAAAAAAAAYU/z222FurTphQ/s1600-h/P1060964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366241160361072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni3515m1rI/AAAAAAAAAYU/z222FurTphQ/s400/P1060964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; loves snack time, can't you tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni3H8hu2eI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-bCqauR8DnQ/s1600-h/P1060966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366240303146523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni3H8hu2eI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-bCqauR8DnQ/s400/P1060966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been going like crazy this summer with tee ball, soccer, swimming lessons, birthdays and everything else. It is good it keeps the kids busy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; learned in swimming lessons this year to dive into the water from the side of the pool, which is a lot of improvement. Riley learned that he is actually not going to die if he puts his foot in the water, that also is major improvement for him. By the end of swimming lessons they both were going off the diving board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni2XpP2x3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/BHKZEvCs4-8/s1600-h/P1070008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366239473337550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni2XpP2x3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/BHKZEvCs4-8/s400/P1070008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; diving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni1sgDLsmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b3Rjr96b-t4/s1600-h/P1070003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366238732134101602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni1sgDLsmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b3Rjr96b-t4/s400/P1070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni1P9-8x1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/MI6LSjrE0RY/s1600-h/P1060987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366238241953204050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni1P9-8x1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/MI6LSjrE0RY/s400/P1060987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley having a blast not having to hold onto the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni0aM5ptnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Mfjdk8tDShA/s1600-h/P1060998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366237318244578930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni0aM5ptnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Mfjdk8tDShA/s400/P1060998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason i cannot find the picture of Riley sitting on a time out on the side of the pool for not listing, surprise, surprise. But his teacher absolutely loved him. She told me how much she loved Riley, he would make her laugh all the time. Riley loves everyone, and i am so happy that they love him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni0JDCgYBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2E62C1Oj7uQ/s1600-h/P1070012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366237023539585042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni0JDCgYBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2E62C1Oj7uQ/s400/P1070012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This summer we had so much fun with Kim and the kids. Here is Jackson, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt;. Jackson wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; to go play in the water outside with him. I had forgot her swimsuit, so Jackson's solution was to lend her his swimsuit, what can i say it did the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sniz0UgmU7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/yIIuqwYWGzo/s1600-h/P1060969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236667451954098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sniz0UgmU7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/yIIuqwYWGzo/s400/P1060969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The many faces of my not so innocent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt;. She makes me smile every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniznRh5rkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/W_-K8PieT70/s1600-h/P1070017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236443313811010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniznRh5rkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/W_-K8PieT70/s400/P1070017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SnizaHUwklI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VzEW9n8gmP8/s1600-h/P1060977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366236217236034130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SnizaHUwklI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VzEW9n8gmP8/s400/P1060977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; Love's to paint her Dora book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SnizMVhDLqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UTkRkjDlJU4/s1600-h/P1060978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366235980527513250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SnizMVhDLqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UTkRkjDlJU4/s400/P1060978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, So happy to be drinking her dad's Pepsi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniykmSU4-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/qa1UmyVIZUc/s1600-h/P1070056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366235297834394594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniykmSU4-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/qa1UmyVIZUc/s400/P1070056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a poser. She also learned her dad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniyWH9DnHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7rpxyA_AWlA/s1600-h/P1070060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366235049173949554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SniyWH9DnHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7rpxyA_AWlA/s400/P1070060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For some reason, the ice cream always melts faster then she can eat it. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; eats ice cream it usually ends up in her hair. When dad eats ice cream it ends up on his facial hair.&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/3133720550818929311-9192633764839926782?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9192633764839926782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=9192633764839926782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/9192633764839926782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/9192633764839926782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-familys-new-pet-mickey-rileys-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/Sni4xV3p9_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/vcNXu0h1k-w/s72-c/P1070063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-117207332752304368</id><published>2009-05-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:53:25.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hard lessons learned for Kyson" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyson's new advise for any one wanting to play baseball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what your face well look like after you try hitting one large white bouncy ball.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcznSpAvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3Zpvg0CJpkY/s1600-h/P1060856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332856581806162674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcznSpAvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3Zpvg0CJpkY/s400/P1060856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIckxoog8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/AqJ1XakHykU/s1600-h/P1060859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332856326884721602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIckxoog8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/AqJ1XakHykU/s400/P1060859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcUeIi4AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/neLZ9WDuruU/s1600-h/P1060860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332856046771953666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcUeIi4AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/neLZ9WDuruU/s400/P1060860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;stick to a normal ball. Kyson decided that it would be much easier to hit a large ball, verses a small one. Boy was he wrong. Little did he no, that the bat would bounce off of it, which it did. This is Kyson's face one week later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyson's 2nd piece of advise, don't try and kiss the cute girls at school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcG7x-ELI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2Q40gaPNr20/s1600-h/P1060861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332855814212161714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcG7x-ELI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2Q40gaPNr20/s400/P1060861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, so that's not what really happened. I was brushing his teeth this morning before school, and I kinda bumped his tooth a little hard. yes, it was already loose,but let's just say I made it much more loose. Anyways to make a long story short, I had to pull it out before he would go to school. Doesn't he look extra cute now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-117207332752304368?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/117207332752304368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=117207332752304368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/117207332752304368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/117207332752304368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-lessons-learned-for-kyson-kysons.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SgIcznSpAvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3Zpvg0CJpkY/s72-c/P1060856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4694787566783959050</id><published>2009-04-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:55:54.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                  "HAPPY EASTER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIDTBGpp_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/AYfuOa1PiCc/s1600-h/P1060772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328324934381447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIDTBGpp_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/AYfuOa1PiCc/s400/P1060772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; Color egg's all by herself. Imagine the mess we had to clean up. Her hands were dyed all different colors for day's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIDEpngZJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qBh8xE6iNdE/s1600-h/P1060786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328324687558632594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIDEpngZJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/qBh8xE6iNdE/s400/P1060786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley was so funny. He would color an egg one color, and then he would change his mind and want it another color. It's amazing the colors they go after they have been in different dye's. Riley's favorite egg is the dark purple one. If you look close enough it has a spider web look on it. We are not sure even how it got there, but Riley was so excited. He called it his "spider man egg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICvJD6WII/AAAAAAAAAVE/tm5bPbd2V5M/s1600-h/P1060787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328324318042151042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICvJD6WII/AAAAAAAAAVE/tm5bPbd2V5M/s400/P1060787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt;, such a perfectionist. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt;, took his time making each egg perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kyson's&lt;/span&gt; favorite egg is the multi color egg at the top. Hum, who does he remind you of. (Brian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICchl8J4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/eLvltLk9NCE/s1600-h/P1060780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328323998209812354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICchl8J4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/eLvltLk9NCE/s400/P1060780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops, where is dad's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICSnuBSzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UBAtL96iHmg/s1600-h/P1060773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328323828055624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICSnuBSzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UBAtL96iHmg/s400/P1060773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter egg hunt at Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Calderwood's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICAirvCII/AAAAAAAAAUs/3iMP8J7LZ48/s1600-h/P1060849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328323517466216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfICAirvCII/AAAAAAAAAUs/3iMP8J7LZ48/s400/P1060849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think dad is trying to steel some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kyson's&lt;/span&gt; candy. (Get your own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIB3zdYyeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/z9zTpYtk__I/s1600-h/P1060846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328323367350618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIB3zdYyeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/z9zTpYtk__I/s400/P1060846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIBnVi9gYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9nMx2i4lhSo/s1600-h/P1060847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328323084443025794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIBnVi9gYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9nMx2i4lhSo/s400/P1060847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter egg hunt at our house Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZLhWO8KOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-Y_r5Z43T1E/s1600-h/P1060805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325026645688199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZLhWO8KOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-Y_r5Z43T1E/s400/P1060805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZLA9fmW4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DINVbMsqn2Q/s1600-h/P1060809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325026089291373442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZLA9fmW4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DINVbMsqn2Q/s400/P1060809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKzDE2HzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1Ga-Ce5Gigk/s1600-h/P1060811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325025850271604530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKzDE2HzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1Ga-Ce5Gigk/s400/P1060811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kyson&lt;/span&gt; and Riley counting there egg's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKhXyBCcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZS28OKvhEYM/s1600-h/P1060814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325025546592127426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKhXyBCcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZS28OKvhEYM/s400/P1060814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; count her egg's, she was so proud of all of her egg's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKPh4zdQI/AAAAAAAAATs/0UOnC1_oPTY/s1600-h/P1060827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325025240067306754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKPh4zdQI/AAAAAAAAATs/0UOnC1_oPTY/s400/P1060827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the kid's were done with there Easter egg hunt, they insisted on one for mom, and dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one thing to say "Dad cheats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKC5FVfVI/AAAAAAAAATk/qcGfUn5bcAw/s1600-h/P1060830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325025022955584850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZKC5FVfVI/AAAAAAAAATk/qcGfUn5bcAw/s400/P1060830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJzEklgKI/AAAAAAAAATc/D5NNBfnr9dg/s1600-h/P1060838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024751161540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJzEklgKI/AAAAAAAAATc/D5NNBfnr9dg/s400/P1060838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian is such an awesome dad. There is nothing that makes the kids happier, than playing, and beeing with there dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJbTpgLTI/AAAAAAAAATU/_TEpcHNL2ao/s1600-h/P1060841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024342891834674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJbTpgLTI/AAAAAAAAATU/_TEpcHNL2ao/s400/P1060841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Love's&lt;/span&gt; her new shoes the Easter bunny brought her. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ex specially&lt;/span&gt; liked her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;puzzles&lt;/span&gt; and bubble gun. If some of the pictures look a little fuzzy, Brian informed me that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Len's&lt;/span&gt; needed to be cleaned. I thought the camera was broke.Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJTDIzmQI/AAAAAAAAATM/9D9FpAhK5c0/s1600-h/P1060840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024201020774658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJTDIzmQI/AAAAAAAAATM/9D9FpAhK5c0/s400/P1060840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kyson&lt;/span&gt; loved there tooth fiery book, and there bubble sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJJrMk_AI/AAAAAAAAATE/wwwz7HztpQM/s1600-h/P1060839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024039975320578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SeZJJrMk_AI/AAAAAAAAATE/wwwz7HztpQM/s400/P1060839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3133720550818929311-4694787566783959050?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4694787566783959050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4694787566783959050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4694787566783959050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4694787566783959050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-this-year-we-let-brinlee.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SfIDTBGpp_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/AYfuOa1PiCc/s72-c/P1060772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-1234729226601005498</id><published>2009-03-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:00:52.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyson's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Seuss Week"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAOF1POkSI/AAAAAAAAASs/jbi-Dt23JeU/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263675279082082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAOqA_FgmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OgrOy9CPlSw/s400/kids+having+fun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314263053650268450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAOF1POkSI/AAAAAAAAASs/jbi-Dt23JeU/s400/kids+having+fun+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week at school was Dr. Seuss week. Throughout the week they did different things everyday. Day one was Pajama day, day two was Hat day, day three was where your clothes inside out day , day four was dress like your favorite Dr. Seuss character. I wonder who Kyson dressed up as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANqE_sVbI/AAAAAAAAASc/3F6sjm5sea8/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314262576843740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANqE_sVbI/AAAAAAAAASc/3F6sjm5sea8/s400/kids+having+fun+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hurray, Brinlee is potty trained. I am so excited, this is the first time in almost 8 years, that I have not had to change diaper's. I do not no what to do. While I was potty training Brinlee, every time she went to the bathroom, she would get a sucker. Riley loved this idea, because every time Brinlee got one, so did he. A couple days into this, Riley went to the bathroom, and came out and said "mom,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I went to the bathroom, I need a sucker".  Needless to say I went threw a lot of suckers in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANZt6RBAI/AAAAAAAAASU/73aMNP2qe8c/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314262295769056258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANZt6RBAI/AAAAAAAAASU/73aMNP2qe8c/s400/kids+having+fun+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley was so excited that mom and dad finally let him give Brinlee a ride on the snow machine. Brinlee loved it, she laughed the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANLoyNTPI/AAAAAAAAASM/4C3SYuJlKA0/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314262053874912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScANLoyNTPI/AAAAAAAAASM/4C3SYuJlKA0/s400/kids+having+fun+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like father like son. The other day Riley had a bloody nose. He went into the bathroom, and fixed the problem. When he came out of the bathroom, he told me he did not need my help, dad had showed him what to do . The only problem was that he wanted to go to school looking like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAM6qBt_BI/AAAAAAAAASE/vhITtIH3kOw/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261762150628370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAM6qBt_BI/AAAAAAAAASE/vhITtIH3kOw/s400/kids+having+fun+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson just finished his first year of basketball. He did so well. It is so much fun watching them learn new things.  Every time Kyson made a basket, he was so proud of himself. Lets just say, Brian and I spent a lot of time laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAMoVF0DkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z-LRo35sG2w/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261447293013570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAMoVF0DkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z-LRo35sG2w/s400/kids+having+fun+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson getting ready to throw the ball in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we took the kids on a snow machine ride up to feed the fish at "Big Springs" in Island Park. The kids had a blast feeding the fish, and especially loved the muskrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAL2IFl8TI/AAAAAAAAARs/0yaP7tUjgPI/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260584808968498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAL2IFl8TI/AAAAAAAAARs/0yaP7tUjgPI/s400/kids+having+fun+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't these 3 chillins so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScALaiPKv6I/AAAAAAAAARk/YIqbnwfPIno/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260110792114082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScALaiPKv6I/AAAAAAAAARk/YIqbnwfPIno/s400/kids+having+fun+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAKs4fvfhI/AAAAAAAAARc/DbrH5EiJCbw/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314259326493228562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAKs4fvfhI/AAAAAAAAARc/DbrH5EiJCbw/s400/kids+having+fun+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian took the kids snow machine up for them to ride. Let's just say Kyson obeyed the rules, Riley on the other hand, no hope. We gave some rules for the boys to follow so that they would not get ran over. Kyson followed them to a tee. Riley, every time me or Brian turned our head, he would dart off into some field trying to find a jump. It took us so long to get back to the truck, we finally made Riley get off, and put Kyson back on. The kids had so much fun.  As you can tell from the picture Riley likes to rear end people on the snow machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAKAqwgPaI/AAAAAAAAARU/mX3fK-QqgTw/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314258566891191714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAKAqwgPaI/AAAAAAAAARU/mX3fK-QqgTw/s400/kids+having+fun+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson loves to drive dad's snow machine. Brian is usually on the back telling him to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAJUSlredI/AAAAAAAAARM/XYbCNikCDhM/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314257804489095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAJUSlredI/AAAAAAAAARM/XYbCNikCDhM/s400/kids+having+fun+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinlee loves to ride snow machines. Every time Brian would get off of the trail, she would look up at me with her arms stretched out, like where did dad go. Brinlee loves to go fast, she will laugh and go "wee" pretty much the whole time. Brian just loves the fact the his kids love to ride, as much as he dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAIqUI8F0I/AAAAAAAAARE/tEHA-JVLjp8/s1600-h/kids+having+fun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314257083350914882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAIqUI8F0I/AAAAAAAAARE/tEHA-JVLjp8/s400/kids+having+fun+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just thought I would share some of Riley, Brinlee, and McKenzie's art work. Lets just say mom was not happy. Riley, the smart one even signed his name on the shelf. &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/3133720550818929311-1234729226601005498?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1234729226601005498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=1234729226601005498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1234729226601005498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1234729226601005498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/kysons-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ScAOqA_FgmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OgrOy9CPlSw/s72-c/kids+having+fun+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-7556098851071000582</id><published>2009-02-19T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:54:45.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The Love Bug"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3PFxJRWZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tCWlc6F1DRQ/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304623634110830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3PFxJRWZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tCWlc6F1DRQ/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3O5TdBzWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wEzVuc_qH_o/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304623419982204258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3O5TdBzWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/wEzVuc_qH_o/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3OsLKVGPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-yQgd_po5lI/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304623194417993970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3OsLKVGPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-yQgd_po5lI/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson came home from school a couple days before Valentine's day saying, for there Valentine party they needed to bring a decorated Valentine box, and who ever had the best box would get first place, and win a prize. So we sat down together, kyson drew a rough draft of what he wanted, and he came up with the "love Bug". He was so excited, he was hoping to get first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3OX3Xo0VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/H9-fE6WIldY/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304622845507719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3OX3Xo0VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/H9-fE6WIldY/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When kyson came home from school, he came running into the house just as happy as could be. Sure enough he had won 1st place with his "love Bug". Even though he looks a little moody in the picture, he really was happy. He won a box of Mike and Ike's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For family night, the boys put together there Valentine's for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3NGeZOcnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QnF2ecNhzyI/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304621447234089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3NGeZOcnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QnF2ecNhzyI/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids has a blast decorating sugar cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3M2vuX3mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yQb1EBzJn6k/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304621177008283234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3M2vuX3mI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yQb1EBzJn6k/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3Mn4Hg9lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wbp8hrzddqE/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620921563182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3Mn4Hg9lI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wbp8hrzddqE/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3MXGfR6PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ci4QKjphKUs/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620633363179762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3MXGfR6PI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ci4QKjphKUs/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson, Riley, and Brinlee had each made dad there own special cookie. We took them over to Brain at work. Brian was so excited, who could resist a cookie with an inch of frosting, and an endless amount of sprinkles and candy pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3MDfQrqdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/W4lnDS3OwMQ/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620296415455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3MDfQrqdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/W4lnDS3OwMQ/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson was so excited, that dad took a bite of his first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3L2cV0voI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wUIPOXU918E/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304620072293416578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3L2cV0voI/AAAAAAAAAPs/wUIPOXU918E/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On valentines day, kyson had a basketball game. So after the basketball game we came home, and I made them heart shaped pancakes with chocolate chips. It dose not take much to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3Ljub-B4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/qo9hgMfj5fk/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304619750733514626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3Ljub-B4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/qo9hgMfj5fk/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Kyson famous poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3LVg8sRWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UIzilUZZeZs/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304619506594497890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3LVg8sRWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UIzilUZZeZs/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley, well I thought he liked his pancake.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3LGoVCxvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hSshjVSbmhE/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304619250877646578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3LGoVCxvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hSshjVSbmhE/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not quite sure why Brinlee is trying to eat heir's with a pizza cutter.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-7556098851071000582?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7556098851071000582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=7556098851071000582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7556098851071000582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7556098851071000582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-bug-kyson-came-home-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZ3PFxJRWZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tCWlc6F1DRQ/s72-c/rileys+5th+birthday+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4940086969105029269</id><published>2009-02-11T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:54:39.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                 Riley turns 5 year's old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNDZDFI1sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BNiCpoLpE8s/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301655283947853506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNDZDFI1sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BNiCpoLpE8s/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute little innocent boy( ya right) turned 5 years old last week. Riley celebrated his birthday on Saturday with his friend's. When I asked Riley, what he wanted to do for his birthday party he said he wanted to snowmobile (surprise, surprise). I had the party planned before i even asked him. I new the answer. I asked Riley what he wanted for his birthday, and he told me a cake, an apple, a snowmobile, and a towel. Yes, a little odd i no. Of course he got the cake, a John Deere cake (thank Grandpa Hill for that one), he has the snowmobile, the apple and towel, well i have no clue where those came from. Like i said the kid No's what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNDIG0y1BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_TNkLCDHrjk/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301654992895267858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNDIG0y1BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_TNkLCDHrjk/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley and his friends got all warmed up with pizza and tikki punch (Riley's 2 favorite things) before heading outside, where Brian pulled them all around behind the sled, and Riley gave rides on the little red snowmobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNCcPgnXAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Is1qGCgWY8M/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301654239312305154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNCcPgnXAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Is1qGCgWY8M/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to laugh, almost all of Riley's friends gave him tractor's for his birthday.(once again you can thank Grandpa Hill for that) By the end of the day, I think Riley had a tractor of ever size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNCIJPywMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6npttTxQQg8/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301653894033752258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNCIJPywMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6npttTxQQg8/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley and Britton, putting together a transformer. Riley was so happy, that he had another one to add to his collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNBwCC5WtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gtZrg_UIyM0/s1600-h/rileys+5th+birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301653479783750354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNBwCC5WtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gtZrg_UIyM0/s400/rileys+5th+birthday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley attends 2 preschools. Riley was so excited, that he got to celebrate his birthday at both schools, with his kung fu panda cupcakes. When Riley came home from school, he was so excited that he got the bad guy ring off of the cupcake. ( I hope that's a boy thing)&lt;br /&gt;Riley was so funny the day after his birthday. He had just woke up and he said" mom, am I still 5 years old". When I told him yes, he just got this big smile on his face, ran over to Brinlee, and said" Brinlee, guess what I am still 5. Riley can always bring a smile to your face. I just love him so much.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4940086969105029269?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4940086969105029269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4940086969105029269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4940086969105029269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4940086969105029269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/riley-turns-5-years-old-my-cute-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SZNDZDFI1sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BNiCpoLpE8s/s72-c/rileys+5th+birthday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-5622306979283126502</id><published>2009-01-28T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:17:39.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hill Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the cabin this year. It is always nice to get together with everyone, and talk, play cards, eat,eat,and eat a little more. It always puts a smile on Grandpa and Grandmas faces to have all there family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD_HNUucaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zw8IuJljGDI/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296513661088461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD_HNUucaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zw8IuJljGDI/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder if Riley loves his Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-5622306979283126502?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5622306979283126502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=5622306979283126502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5622306979283126502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5622306979283126502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-great-time-at-cabin-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD_HNUucaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zw8IuJljGDI/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-9008646372224263267</id><published>2009-01-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:31:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD5Hp8QD9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/XoLPy3Zb4nc/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296507071700668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD5Hp8QD9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/XoLPy3Zb4nc/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hallie, Brinlee, and Emery, were in heaven. Dora the explorer on the t.v., and Grandmas endless supply of doll's to play with. Who could ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-9008646372224263267?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9008646372224263267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=9008646372224263267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/9008646372224263267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/9008646372224263267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/haliee-brinlee-and-emery-were-in-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYD5Hp8QD9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/XoLPy3Zb4nc/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-7672838136280160199</id><published>2009-01-28T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:17:22.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDy8b5BAVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EPLwTTtES0I/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296500281880674642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDy8b5BAVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EPLwTTtES0I/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Hill was so good at keeping the kids entertained. Brinlee was having so much fun with Grandpa that every time he left she would start screaming "papa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDynjbZTCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2Hyr6tTtG-w/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296499923126668322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDynjbZTCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2Hyr6tTtG-w/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley jamming out on guitar hero. I think in this picture Riley looks just a little bit crazier then usual with his red eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDx_TR1oMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2567ZcYHrNk/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296499231596847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDx_TR1oMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2567ZcYHrNk/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheree challenging the young kids to a one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDxq51H3kI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QCKFVZL2-Bc/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296498881168137794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDxq51H3kI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QCKFVZL2-Bc/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well of course this is were the party was. The only thing is when mom has to keep hauling kids in and out, and bathe them about 5 times a day. The kids had fun so it was all worth it. Brian loved being able to go sit in the hot tub after snowmobiling, so he to was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133720550818929311-7672838136280160199?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7672838136280160199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=7672838136280160199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7672838136280160199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7672838136280160199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandpa-hill-was-so-good-at-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDy8b5BAVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EPLwTTtES0I/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4873821924824725901</id><published>2009-01-28T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:17:11.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDws2hC7mI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hcVLZ03ujyA/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296497815126732386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDws2hC7mI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hcVLZ03ujyA/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I do not no about you, but I think this picture of Brinlee and Grandma Hill belongs on the cover of the "Snow West" magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4873821924824725901?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4873821924824725901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4873821924824725901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4873821924824725901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4873821924824725901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-do-not-no-about-you-but-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDws2hC7mI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hcVLZ03ujyA/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4554407936527399743</id><published>2009-01-28T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:32:07.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDvD-EYVqI/AAAAAAAAANs/C56aN16uXJc/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296496013267719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDvD-EYVqI/AAAAAAAAANs/C56aN16uXJc/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grand kids had a blast being pulled around by dad and Grandpa Hill, even through it was about 10 degrees out side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDug8_sDvI/AAAAAAAAANk/tPgYVqeGJdo/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296495411684183794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDug8_sDvI/AAAAAAAAANk/tPgYVqeGJdo/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Hill was trying to see how many kids he could pile in, in one sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDtydY_YtI/AAAAAAAAANc/JfaaqDgMeFY/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494612926390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDtydY_YtI/AAAAAAAAANc/JfaaqDgMeFY/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, you got it. The one in the purple coat belongs to Brian. Brinlee dose not care how much snow is plastered to her face, she was just hanging on for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDtTSKBWOI/AAAAAAAAANU/UzTPFLoQ0sc/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296494077334870242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDtTSKBWOI/AAAAAAAAANU/UzTPFLoQ0sc/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3133720550818929311-4554407936527399743?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4554407936527399743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4554407936527399743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4554407936527399743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4554407936527399743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/grand-kids-had-blast-being-pulled.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDvD-EYVqI/AAAAAAAAANs/C56aN16uXJc/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4805671963014788738</id><published>2009-01-28T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:16:41.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDsK66OBSI/AAAAAAAAANM/L-P_WWwb1WM/s1600-h/island+park+cabin+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296492834143995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDsK66OBSI/AAAAAAAAANM/L-P_WWwb1WM/s400/island+park+cabin+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just so no one forgets how many people were there.( O there was only about 40 of us all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4805671963014788738?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4805671963014788738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4805671963014788738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4805671963014788738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4805671963014788738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-just-so-no-one-forgets-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SYDsK66OBSI/AAAAAAAAANM/L-P_WWwb1WM/s72-c/island+park+cabin+2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-5163314054170504305</id><published>2009-01-06T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:48:41.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPe44c_dMI/AAAAAAAAANE/pKt6QZTf2Ik/s1600-h/christmas2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288315456271119554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPe44c_dMI/AAAAAAAAANE/pKt6QZTf2Ik/s400/christmas2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I cannot believe Christmas has come and gone. I love Christmas, it is my favorite time of year. It's the time of year that you get to live out all of your childhood memories with your own children. Beginning December 1st, the kids start asking how many more days until Santa comes, we get to decorate our homes, and watch our kids faces just light right up. We get together as families, and create new memories, I just love the Holidays. We had an awesome Christmas and hope all of you did to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Riley if he wanted to run to the store with me really fast, I needed to get the last few things on my Christmas list. If you want to take any of the kids shopping, Riley is the one you want to take. He is always just along for the ride. Riley did really great for the first 45 minutes of shopping, and then I think he had enough. The next thing I noticed, Riley zonked out on the bottom of the cart. I was lucky, I had my camera in my purse which I normally do not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-5163314054170504305?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5163314054170504305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=5163314054170504305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5163314054170504305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5163314054170504305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-i-cannot-believe-christmas-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPe44c_dMI/AAAAAAAAANE/pKt6QZTf2Ik/s72-c/christmas2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-3842155922857374911</id><published>2009-01-06T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:48:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPbAMXanzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gX-cCbnaDYk/s1600-h/christmas2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288311183829016370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPbAMXanzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gX-cCbnaDYk/s400/christmas2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson and Riley get so excited every year to put Santa's plate together. Every year Santa gets cookies and Pepsi.(Santa's favorites) This year, I talked the kids into cookies and milk. I told them, I think Santa has had enough pop this year. I hope Santa didn't mind. The kids were fine with it as long as we gave him chocolate milk. Then I guess Kyson was not OK with just cookies, because the next thing I noticed, Kyson was emptying my cupboards onto Santa's plate. He thought Santa would like a whole bunch of stuff. We settled with cookies and pretzels, and Santa ate them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-3842155922857374911?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3842155922857374911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=3842155922857374911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3842155922857374911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3842155922857374911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/kyson-and-riley-get-so-excited-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPbAMXanzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gX-cCbnaDYk/s72-c/christmas2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4014488904653554139</id><published>2009-01-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:48:19.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPXh6SDeeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FcjWsV51lw0/s1600-h/christmas2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288307365043730914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPXh6SDeeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FcjWsV51lw0/s400/christmas2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPXOmXWKyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EextT-yqbg4/s1600-h/christmas2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288307033279703842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPXOmXWKyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/EextT-yqbg4/s400/christmas2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinlee was so much fun this year. She was so excited to open presents. She would open a gift toss it, open it, toss it. She had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4014488904653554139?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4014488904653554139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4014488904653554139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4014488904653554139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4014488904653554139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/brinlee-was-so-much-fun-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPXh6SDeeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FcjWsV51lw0/s72-c/christmas2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-105256838467069646</id><published>2009-01-06T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:54:17.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUrQ9HXaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_U7QbeKzeJs/s1600-h/christmas2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288304227213860258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUrQ9HXaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_U7QbeKzeJs/s400/christmas2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUdPza2AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8krm5dm1ajM/s1600-h/christmas2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288303986386589698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUdPza2AI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8krm5dm1ajM/s400/christmas2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUFml-25I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AD8TydENxNw/s1600-h/christmas2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288303580187384722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUFml-25I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AD8TydENxNw/s400/christmas2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPT3HfGN0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ThEOrbZl1Lo/s1600-h/christmas2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288303331318839106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPT3HfGN0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ThEOrbZl1Lo/s400/christmas2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyson and Rileys favorite gifts, were of cource the Wii, and the Snow machine. When the boys opened the wii, kyson started screaming, "I new Santa would bring me a wii". Brian could hardly sleep the night before, he was so excited to give the boys the snowmachine.&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/3133720550818929311-105256838467069646?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/105256838467069646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=105256838467069646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/105256838467069646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/105256838467069646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/kyson-and-rileys-favorite-gifts-were-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPUrQ9HXaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_U7QbeKzeJs/s72-c/christmas2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-6602564595506769002</id><published>2009-01-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:47:45.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPR61Ok74I/AAAAAAAAAME/rRsF3VX4O-Q/s1600-h/christmas2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301196113932162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPR61Ok74I/AAAAAAAAAME/rRsF3VX4O-Q/s400/christmas2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley was so excited to ride the new snow machine, that we all got dressed and headed out to grandpas house. Here, Riley is giving Katlin a ride. He did pretty darn good. He only tipped it over a couple times, ran into the back of Brain's snow machine, and dumped it off of the snow machine trailer, when he insisted on loading it. Not to bad for his first day of riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-6602564595506769002?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6602564595506769002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=6602564595506769002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6602564595506769002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6602564595506769002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/riley-was-so-excited-to-ride-new-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPR61Ok74I/AAAAAAAAAME/rRsF3VX4O-Q/s72-c/christmas2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-5379641850653549023</id><published>2009-01-06T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:47:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPJ1CnmvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_k0F-7mcGg/s1600-h/christmas2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288292300536332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPJ1CnmvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_k0F-7mcGg/s400/christmas2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kyson and Stefanie playing the wii. You can tell which child liked certain gifts best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-5379641850653549023?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5379641850653549023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=5379641850653549023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5379641850653549023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5379641850653549023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-kyson-and-stefanie-playing-wii.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPJ1CnmvzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/b_k0F-7mcGg/s72-c/christmas2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-1274739615135874379</id><published>2009-01-06T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:52:21.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPIzBhdHiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fctMV5w7cB0/s1600-h/christmas2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288291166370733602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPIzBhdHiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fctMV5w7cB0/s400/christmas2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; and Jackson, in Grandma and Grandpa's bed, which they thought was there own personal bedroom. These two kids, where so cute together. From the moment Kim got here to the moment she left, they where inseparable. In this picture, when I went to check on them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; was shearing her sipper cup with Jackson as they watched Dora. They would walk around the house holding hands, and of course getting into just a little mischief together. You can tell they are only a week apart in age, they where like a set of twins running around together. Poor Grandpa and Grandma, got a new surprise every night when they crawled into bed. Dad, called me one morning, and asked if I was missing one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brinlee's&lt;/span&gt; sipper cups, he informed me that he found one, when he got into bed, and rolled over. He found that and numerous food items. "oops"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-1274739615135874379?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1274739615135874379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=1274739615135874379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1274739615135874379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1274739615135874379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/brinlee-and-jackson-in-grandma-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SWPIzBhdHiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fctMV5w7cB0/s72-c/christmas2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-2332682215812139591</id><published>2008-12-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:46:01.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                             Thanksgiving "2008"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF5lQk0CKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nNzSBURwv-I/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278633919266424994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF5lQk0CKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nNzSBURwv-I/s200/bagley+christmas+party+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF6IiePAHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cRtbU8dcRlI/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278634525366091890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF6IiePAHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cRtbU8dcRlI/s200/bagley+christmas+party+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278634246703704322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF54UX8aQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ZajzXX355s/s200/bagley+christmas+party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thanksgiving was great. We ate, ate, and ate a little more. Then us girls tried to fight the Black Friday sales adds from Jared. Imagine that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Kids had a blast with Taylor getting crafty, and face painting there faces.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7T-nYMrI/AAAAAAAAALM/a7vn-0o4abc/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278635821410824882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7T-nYMrI/AAAAAAAAALM/a7vn-0o4abc/s200/bagley+christmas+party+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7lR7vowI/AAAAAAAAALU/0R4tCZ0G0sg/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278636118654296834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7lR7vowI/AAAAAAAAALU/0R4tCZ0G0sg/s200/bagley+christmas+party+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7ALpPA4I/AAAAAAAAALE/-LxKsH8Oznw/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278635481310888834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF7ALpPA4I/AAAAAAAAALE/-LxKsH8Oznw/s200/bagley+christmas+party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF77tXU7YI/AAAAAAAAALc/NIqYsBDOrGk/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278636503974866306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF77tXU7YI/AAAAAAAAALc/NIqYsBDOrGk/s200/bagley+christmas+party+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF6tOeLmLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BAudxdwL3lI/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278635155652319410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF6tOeLmLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/BAudxdwL3lI/s200/bagley+christmas+party+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we where all a little concerned with Rileys painted face. But we all got a good laugh at it. Riley would walk around the house, and we would just laugh, he had no clue what we where laughing at, or even what was painted on his face. He just new he was getting a lot of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-2332682215812139591?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2332682215812139591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=2332682215812139591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2332682215812139591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2332682215812139591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUF5lQk0CKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nNzSBURwv-I/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-5239324421171543574</id><published>2008-12-10T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:44:42.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            Grandpa and Grandma Bagley's Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"2008"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was in charge of the Bagley Christmas party this year. Mom decided that we would all draw names, divide into 6 groups, and have a race to see which team could win the most. Mom must have had one heck of a wild hair one day, you should have seen some of the games she came up with. Below you will see Coy below fishing around in cool whip to see how many gummy worms she can find within one minute. She ended up wearing most of it. Kirk on the other hand was a little jealous that coy had more cool whip on her face then he did, so they ended up sharing the cool whip, when uncle kirk came over and gave her a big Eskimo kiss on the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUFvhTUaSsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/023r_XEQltc/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278622856167180994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUFvhTUaSsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/023r_XEQltc/s200/bagley+christmas+party+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAZ-a83KMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/M7XuZCYgBc4/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278247323455400130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAZ-a83KMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/M7XuZCYgBc4/s200/bagley+christmas+party+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278623281732360338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUFv6ErDmJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/e5SR8qbNocc/s200/bagley+christmas+party+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This game here was quite funny. Aunt Michelle ( top picture), Brian, Kayden, Jared and a couple others where nominated for the Cheetos throw. We sat these boys down, and poor Michelle, caked on shaving cream, and then was given one minute to throw as many Cheetos's on there face, and make sure they stuck. Who ever lathered Brian up, was pretty determined to win. They only gave him one eye to see out of, and one nose hole to breath. The game was great, except the fact that the guys smelled like shaving cream for a couple days, and there eye's where slightly burned. So next time instead of shaving cream, I think well go to cool whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get any pictures of the donut eating contest, which was the funniest of all, or the bubble gum game. The team that one was Uncle Franks team, Which Coy happened to be on. I have decided that Coy, and Uncle Frank are not a good combination. Some how they one all of games(cheater's). So Kim and Heidi, I want you to ask coy how she one the game " who can blow the biggest bubble from a piece of bubble gum. It involves Frank and Coy, just imagine. Your not kidding some people will go to great lengths to win. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian Kayden Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAZgrfg6oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XRt8lylVpok/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278246812499634818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAZgrfg6oI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XRt8lylVpok/s200/bagley+christmas+party+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAY7uXMSrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/llOImd_G8rc/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278246177614875314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAY7uXMSrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/llOImd_G8rc/s200/bagley+christmas+party+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278246557486483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAZR1fpBmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pfJ75N-i2TE/s200/bagley+christmas+party+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the end of the party Santa clause came. As you can see from the pictures, Brinlee was scared to death, Riley was in hog heaven, and kyson was like what the heck happened to the real Santa clause.&lt;br /&gt;After Santa left, Kyson came up to me and said he new that was not the real Santa. I told him your right it was one of Santa's silly worker's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAXyrXQCNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/344m9Wrh0gg/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278244922679363794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAXyrXQCNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/344m9Wrh0gg/s200/bagley+christmas+party+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAYXHhd7II/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bl6XHUsGTFE/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278245548713700482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAYXHhd7II/AAAAAAAAAJs/Bl6XHUsGTFE/s200/bagley+christmas+party+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAYCAOvrhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mEBWsHDXNT0/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278245185978871314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUAYCAOvrhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mEBWsHDXNT0/s200/bagley+christmas+party+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The party was a lot of fun. I always love going to Grandpa and Grandmas house, and so do the kids. I am so happy that they are so lucky to be able to make such great memories with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-5239324421171543574?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5239324421171543574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=5239324421171543574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5239324421171543574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/5239324421171543574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandpa-and-grandma-bagleys-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUFvhTUaSsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/023r_XEQltc/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-8262810143196320929</id><published>2008-12-09T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:40:55.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUGBLGajfAI/AAAAAAAAALs/Smq2mwXTVk4/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278642265955466242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUGBLGajfAI/AAAAAAAAALs/Smq2mwXTVk4/s200/bagley+christmas+party+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUGAeoLkOAI/AAAAAAAAALk/F5iRVQZEjAI/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278641501925292034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUGAeoLkOAI/AAAAAAAAALk/F5iRVQZEjAI/s200/bagley+christmas+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8H3yc7iVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XkUmg8xzKkM/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277945943318825298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8H3yc7iVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XkUmg8xzKkM/s320/bagley+christmas+party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8HT4r1seI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZtGOrLZAVk/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277945326516679138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8HT4r1seI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZtGOrLZAVk/s320/bagley+christmas+party+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8HkZcCsFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WhjOpoABNBY/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277945610186698834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8HkZcCsFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WhjOpoABNBY/s320/bagley+christmas+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we decided to put up our fake tree. We always take the kids out and let them pick a real one. But after the last 2 years, they are so dead by Christmas, that I talked the kids into the fake one this year. As you can tell Brian had a lot of help putting the tree up. So much he did not quite no what to do. The kids had a blast.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-8262810143196320929?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8262810143196320929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=8262810143196320929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8262810143196320929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8262810143196320929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-year-we-decided-to-put-up-our-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SUGBLGajfAI/AAAAAAAAALs/Smq2mwXTVk4/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4073863848122358873</id><published>2008-12-09T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:40:06.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8E9Ru-IRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8mP1l7eSDJg/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277942739080454418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8E9Ru-IRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8mP1l7eSDJg/s400/bagley+christmas+party+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brinlee figured since she had so much practice on our Christmas tree, she outta help Grandpa Calderwood out. Lets just Say, the tree was a little lop sided when they where done. Grandpa Calderwood almost had a breakdown. Grandma talked him into a fake one this year. He said he would give it a try. I don't think he will be doing it again. This was his first time he had touched a fake tree, and you would have thought he was getting a tooth pulled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4073863848122358873?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4073863848122358873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4073863848122358873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4073863848122358873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4073863848122358873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/brinlee-figured-since-she-had-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8E9Ru-IRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8mP1l7eSDJg/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-1593132100575308393</id><published>2008-12-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:57:35.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8CE3Z0YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1CSymQP71is/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277939570916483282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8CE3Z0YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1CSymQP71is/s400/bagley+christmas+party+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8ByAjrOsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bR3afmfptQM/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277939246956231362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8ByAjrOsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bR3afmfptQM/s400/bagley+christmas+party+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night for family night, the kids had a blast making there Christmas chains. They are counting the days down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133720550818929311-1593132100575308393?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1593132100575308393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=1593132100575308393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1593132100575308393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1593132100575308393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-for-family-night-kids-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST8CE3Z0YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1CSymQP71is/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-6134805408347228505</id><published>2008-12-09T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:38:04.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST7-k9S15tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KRIEsnGja0s/s1600-h/bagley+christmas+party+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277935724207138514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST7-k9S15tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KRIEsnGja0s/s400/bagley+christmas+party+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Riley's friend Bethany. The other day they where sitting on the couch watching a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the room for a minute, and when I walked back in to the room, Bethany was sitting right next to Riley with her head laying on Riley's shoulder. When she saw me she jumped up and slid back to the other end of the couch. "Busted"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riley, even though he is making googly eyes at Bethany, he was proud of his gingerbread house he made at school that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-6134805408347228505?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6134805408347228505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=6134805408347228505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6134805408347228505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6134805408347228505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-rileys-friend-bethany.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/ST7-k9S15tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KRIEsnGja0s/s72-c/bagley+christmas+party+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-6640238704389813983</id><published>2008-11-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:42:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; lately, has given a whole new meaning to lively in our home. There is not a day that goes by, that there's not a story to tell. Being a mom of three little kids, you really have to plan every little tiny thing you have to do precisely to the moment, in order to get things done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt;, well how to put this nicely. She has been a little more active lately. It was amazing that within 48 hours, what that little girl could accomplish. Anyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brinlee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that she has her favorite pink blanket. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brinlee&lt;/span&gt; dose not part with it for anything, and i mean anything. She walks around the house with it all day long. She eats with it, if she goes outside to play it goes, and i guarantee you she would potty with it, if she used the potty. The other day i put her in the bathtub with Riley, I walked upstairs to put her clothes away, came back down to the bathroom, and this is what i found.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273015789470026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS2D7EJjCuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fIFyGmNLoy4/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-6640238704389813983?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6640238704389813983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=6640238704389813983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6640238704389813983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/6640238704389813983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-little-brinlee-lately-has-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS2D7EJjCuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fIFyGmNLoy4/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4329806477468848397</id><published>2008-11-26T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:47:18.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After i got her out of the tub and had dressed her for the day, once again i was putting clothes away and walked down to the bathroom, and this is what i found.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273009719758128962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS1-Zwtdh0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/lK1NGvrvLYw/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ( Brinlee putting on her medicated lotion i use for a rash on her leg's. Surprisingly, she got it everywhere on herself but where her rash was.)If you are wondering why she is in different outfits, that would be because she goes threw about 2 a day. After that i just let it be diaper day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4329806477468848397?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4329806477468848397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4329806477468848397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4329806477468848397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4329806477468848397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-i-got-her-out-of-tub-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS1-Zwtdh0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/lK1NGvrvLYw/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-1509733863518482924</id><published>2008-11-26T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:51:30.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An little while later, once again i walked down stairs, and this is what i found.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273007374036618066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS18RON3y1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vxmHT1oh554/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ( Brinlee putting on my eyeshadow. From the looks of it, i am thinking she thought it was lipstick.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-1509733863518482924?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1509733863518482924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=1509733863518482924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1509733863518482924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1509733863518482924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/hour-later-once-again-i-walked-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS18RON3y1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vxmHT1oh554/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-8974169092191255194</id><published>2008-11-26T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:17:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess brinlee got tired of drawing on the paper. And yes i did ask myself after "why did i give her a pen".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273006639519680770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS17md7YyQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BpXMAAflvOQ/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-8974169092191255194?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8974169092191255194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=8974169092191255194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8974169092191255194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8974169092191255194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-brinlee-got-tired-of-drawing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SS17md7YyQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BpXMAAflvOQ/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-2208848785781538367</id><published>2008-11-25T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:50:21.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O, No it's not over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Riley was at school, and i had to use the bathroom. So i turned on Barney, thinking that it would keep her occupied for the 2 minutes, that i would not have my eye's on her. Well, as i opened the bathroom door, i herd this cute little voice saying "look mom", I walked into the kitchen and this is what i found.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272728417121976338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx-jyupwBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KacomlMViek/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Brinlee, having some fun with the eggs in the fridge.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say, i got a good laugh at that one. That's one my boy's definitely never tried. I sat there later on with Brinlee on my lap, she looked at me and said ma-ma, with a big smile on her face, and i thought, how boring my life would be if i did not get to wake up every day, and see those three little kids, and wonder what story's am i going to have today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-2208848785781538367?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2208848785781538367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=2208848785781538367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2208848785781538367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2208848785781538367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-no-its-not-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx-jyupwBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KacomlMViek/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-1254647833733940870</id><published>2008-11-25T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:16:48.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today when i was doing my nails, Brinlee wanted her nails done to. This is Brinlee's first time getting her nails painted. I did not think she would hold still long enough, but she did. It was funny, she would walk around the the house saying Kyson, Riley look, and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx6uwqG0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZXXYDRrXboc/s1600-h/brinlee+in+trouble+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272724207498089186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx6uwqG0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZXXYDRrXboc/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx52tWq6OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/38uo2YQGBc4/s1600-h/brinlee+in+trouble+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272723244538587362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx52tWq6OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/38uo2YQGBc4/s400/brinlee+in+trouble+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133720550818929311-1254647833733940870?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1254647833733940870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=1254647833733940870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1254647833733940870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/1254647833733940870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-when-i-was-doing-my-nails-brinlee.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SSx6uwqG0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZXXYDRrXboc/s72-c/brinlee+in+trouble+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4637469981471866672</id><published>2008-11-11T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:22:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE HILL'S PUMPKIN PATCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn9r0Nv7II/AAAAAAAAAF0/hqh5ShJsRpM/s1600-h/P1060426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267520168379018370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn9r0Nv7II/AAAAAAAAAF0/hqh5ShJsRpM/s400/P1060426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn84fR8kuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mP0MZFi50hw/s1600-h/P1060422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267519286586151650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn84fR8kuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mP0MZFi50hw/s400/P1060422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn84fR8kuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mP0MZFi50hw/s1600-h/P1060422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn84fR8kuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mP0MZFi50hw/s1600-h/P1060422.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been begging me for week's to carve the pumpkin's. What they don't no is the sooner you carve them, the sooner they turn into mush. So for family night, we carved the pumpkins. Brian was so proud of himself, he drew his own pictures on the pumpkins for the kids to carve, and i must say they looked pretty darn good. Kyson was so funny this year. In the years past, there was no way that he was going to stick his hand inside the pumpkin. He would always try, but lets just say that is as far as it got. But this year, kyson was determined to carve his own pumpkin all by himself, and he did. But i well say it was pretty dang funny to watch. Riley, on the other hand was like bring it on. And he to attempted to carve his pumpkin by himself. If you look close enough, you can see where his carving knife trailed off, more then once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-4637469981471866672?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4637469981471866672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=4637469981471866672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4637469981471866672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/4637469981471866672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/hills-pumpkin-patch-kids-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn9r0Nv7II/AAAAAAAAAF0/hqh5ShJsRpM/s72-c/P1060426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-2497425189613560985</id><published>2008-11-11T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:24:26.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn3n7bWB-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8wfUATqec6w/s1600-h/P1060417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267513504525846498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn3n7bWB-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8wfUATqec6w/s400/P1060417.jpg" border="0" /&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;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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn2XMY7A9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/99ndsGZxmzg/s1600-h/P1060423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267512117509686226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn2XMY7A9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/99ndsGZxmzg/s400/P1060423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn2XMY7A9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/99ndsGZxmzg/s1600-h/P1060423.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brinlee, as you can see did not have a problem touching it either. Every time i turned around, she was either eating it, or licking it. When me or brian would try to help her, she would scream "no" at us. I guess if the boys where going to carve, so was she, and as long as you stayed a good distance from her, you did not have to worry about her getting you with the carving knife. I no, we are such a safe family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-2497425189613560985?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2497425189613560985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=2497425189613560985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2497425189613560985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/2497425189613560985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/brinlee-as-you-can-see-did-not-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRn3n7bWB-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8wfUATqec6w/s72-c/P1060417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-3200132127442815046</id><published>2008-11-11T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:04:11.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kid's had a blast decorating the Halloween gingerbread house. And mom and dad had even more fun cleaning up all of the black frosting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267509065910740994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnzlkTCaAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y7NihJIrwqQ/s400/P1060412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267508644036225698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnzNAsUKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vSP1hA6JAJc/s400/P1060411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267508207162221970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnyzlNb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AZcl6Nl8u7Y/s400/P1060410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267507684666066226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnyVKwpRTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/93VvVp6lskg/s400/P1060413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-3200132127442815046?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3200132127442815046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=3200132127442815046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3200132127442815046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/3200132127442815046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-had-blast-decorating-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnzlkTCaAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y7NihJIrwqQ/s72-c/P1060412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-8307434860018625606</id><published>2008-11-11T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:03:21.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sad, this was the first year i did not try to stick one of the kids in a pumpkin. But we tried with kyson, with his head anyways.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267506706196039858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnxcNrNiLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GS9laadOi_g/s400/P1060427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133720550818929311-8307434860018625606?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8307434860018625606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=8307434860018625606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8307434860018625606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8307434860018625606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-sad-this-was-first-year-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnxcNrNiLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GS9laadOi_g/s72-c/P1060427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-942878967064435056</id><published>2008-11-11T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:03:10.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But i still prefer them in pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnvRy_18KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SIoxlpDjIZ4/s1600-h/pictures+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267504328212869282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnvRy_18KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SIoxlpDjIZ4/s400/pictures+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley's 2nd Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brinlee's 1st Halloween.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnvrVTm9WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IDrT-rZhFlE/s1600-h/PIC_0124_123_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267504766919308642" style="WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnvrVTm9WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IDrT-rZhFlE/s400/PIC_0124_123_123.jpg" 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/3133720550818929311-942878967064435056?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/942878967064435056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=942878967064435056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/942878967064435056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/942878967064435056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-i-still-prefer-them-in-pumpkins.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRnvRy_18KI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SIoxlpDjIZ4/s72-c/pictures+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-7176813113693254365</id><published>2008-11-10T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:40:56.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjSmiLt26I/AAAAAAAAADk/QwzhVgowHm8/s1600-h/P1060468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191323662605218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjSmiLt26I/AAAAAAAAADk/QwzhVgowHm8/s400/P1060468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for Halloween Brian and I decided to get the kids costumes early so they where not so picked over. I hung the costumes up in the closet,and every once in a while, I would catch Riley just standing there staring at his costume. He would ask me ever day "mom, is this the day I get to wear my costume". Kyson, was so excited this year. Last year he wanted to be Optimise Prime from the movie transformers. But last year you could not get the costume anywhere. They where no where to be found. So I was determined to get it this year. Riley was Spider man last year, so we asked him what he wanted to be this year, and he said a fire truck. Well a fire truck is not the easiest costume to find, so he decided on "Black Venom" the bad spider man. When you would asked Riley what his costume was, he would tell everyone that he was an angel. I have yet to figure out how he got an angel out of a bad spider man outfit, but it made us laugh anyways. Brinlee, was a scarecrow. I wanted her to be a fairy, but so did everyone else, you could not find that costume either, so I opted for a scar crow, and I must say she looked pretty darn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjUuKp_bjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iAst4F-Ms8M/s1600-h/P1060470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267193653809344050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjUuKp_bjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iAst4F-Ms8M/s400/P1060470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjTBTESrII/AAAAAAAAADs/z30TzVABv1M/s1600-h/P1060476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267191783461399682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjTBTESrII/AAAAAAAAADs/z30TzVABv1M/s400/P1060476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjTBTESrII/AAAAAAAAADs/z30TzVABv1M/s1600-h/P1060476.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3133720550818929311-7176813113693254365?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7176813113693254365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=7176813113693254365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7176813113693254365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/7176813113693254365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-year-for-halloween-brian-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjSmiLt26I/AAAAAAAAADk/QwzhVgowHm8/s72-c/P1060468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-8575732365772415744</id><published>2008-11-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:27:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kids get so excited to go trick or treating at grandpa and Grandmas houses. It means more candy. Grandma Hill puts together little treat bags for all for the grand kids. She loads it up with lots of candy, and some fun little toys.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjNxs8-LRI/AAAAAAAAADc/RCTXgQHi4LI/s1600-h/P1060490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267186017973972242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjNxs8-LRI/AAAAAAAAADc/RCTXgQHi4LI/s320/P1060490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjMveieNzI/AAAAAAAAADM/m94kqINDllU/s1600-h/P1060484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267184880233363250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjMveieNzI/AAAAAAAAADM/m94kqINDllU/s320/P1060484.jpg" 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/3133720550818929311-8575732365772415744?l=brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8575732365772415744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133720550818929311&amp;postID=8575732365772415744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8575732365772415744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133720550818929311/posts/default/8575732365772415744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianandmonicafamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-get-so-excited-to-go-trick-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01124303180918345651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X4Qm7_nTdHk/SRjNxs8-LRI/AAAAAAAAADc/RCTXgQHi4LI/s72-c/P1060490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133720550818929311.post-4992079008512747457</id><published>2008-11-10T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:27:09.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last but not least, we hit Grandpa and Grandma Calderwood's house, where Grandma made her famous homemade chicken noodle soup, and homemade doughnuts. Grandma was so nice a few years ago to make this for everyone, when it was snowing on Halloween, and she new that everyone would all be freezing. 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